Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 17

My alarm went off and I had to fight with myself to get out of bed. I rolled my leather pants up my legs slowly considering I was still half asleep. I grabbed a white spaghetti strap to use under my white see through shirt. I threw on my leather jacket and decided to go with a pair of black heels.

I took my time straightening my hair and applying my makeup. Making the line of eyeliner thicker than usual and adding more mascara. I took look a look in the mirror and I looked... hot.

I decide to skip breakfast, once again. I leave the house without say goodbye to anyone and head straight to school. I flip through endless radio stations until I finally give up and leave it on a random one.

"I'm all out of faith. This is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on this floor. Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late, I'm already torn."

The lyrics floated through my head even after the song had finished. That described exactly how I feel. I'm completely torn and so are my surroundings.

As I walk down the hall, guys make endless comments about me and how "good my ass looks." I roll my eyes as I pass a group of girls who are staring at me like I had just killed someone.

I had never been the "popular girl" of my old school. I was well known and that was the best it got. It had never crossed my mind and I really didn't care for that type of attention. I hung out with the people who always had their faces buried in books but still went out to have fun. I mean, actual fun. We would go out every Saturday night and have parties. No drinking was needed because we didn't need it. Here, it looked as if that's a must have. But right now, I was enjoying the attention. I was enjoying that I was the talk of the day.

I walked into dance class and noticed a crowd formed around someone. I moved in to see who everyone was so interested in and my mouth fell open.

Harry was in the middle of the circle wearing a black t-shirt and black sweats. He looked over to me and moved away from the crowd.

"What are you doing here?" I quickly asked.

"Woah. Hey. It's nice to see you too." He laughs.

"Hi." I mumble.

"Oh, and I'm in dance." He smiles.

"You? In dance?" My head falls back in laughter.

His eyebrows come together and he frowns. He moves my hair away from behind my ear to see what I'm assuming is my tattoo.

"It's actually really nice." He traces it.

His fingers send chills down my back causing me to flinch. He looks straight into my eyes hypnotizing me with his dark green eyes. His eye lashes fully extended making me jealous of his perfection.

"So, you fucked Niall up pretty bad." He laughs.

I'm not used to this type of language. They all use it and by them, I mean Niall, Zayn, and Harry. I guess that's why they're friends. They have so much in common. The way their voice is smooth as they talk. A sweet melody that their voices create making you're heart melt every time they speak. The way they look into your eyes as if they were in love with you. Those eyes could fool anyone in a second.

"He deserved it." I finally say.

"Yeah. He can be a pretty big dick sometimes." he laughs.

We spent the entire class talking about our childhoods. He told me that he grew up in a house full of Christians. They would be in church almost everyday helping the community. He didn't mind but it would get annoying once in a while. He also confessed to have lost his virginity when he was 14. It was his friends sister and she was 15. He explained that it was in her bedroom after she had been teasing him over dinner.