Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 22

Good So Far

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Naomi's Pov

I roll over, already in a bad mood. I refuse to open my eyes, but the fact that my bladder feels like a ticking bomb thats ready to explode, changes my mind.

I sit up, and quickly check the time. It's seven-twelve. At least I'll have extra time to do something with this disaster I call hair.

How will middle school be? As awful as everyone makes it out to be? Or slightly different on my part?

Once I find myself presentable, well good looking enough for my first day, I begin walking downstairs.

A messy bun, white hightop converse, dark blue skinny jeans, and a burgundy knit sweater, or sweatshirt whatever you'd call it, is presentable enough for me.

I throw my brown satchel-bag onto the table, then make my way to the kitchen. I decide on just eating an apple. I don't feel like making a full blown meal.

"Don't be nervous. You'll do great!" I hear mum's faint voice call to me from upstairs.

"No I wont. I won't make any friends mother. Everyone already has their friend groups by now. I mean it is the third month into the school year." I whine, taking a bite of my apple.

"You're beautiful. You'll make friends quick. Your red hair, and blue eyes stand out perfectly. Nobody can possibly miss you!" My mom smiles, squeezing my cheeks. "Now let's go, your father is still asleep, so I'm dropping you off."

I dread even being seen. As my mum pulls into the school drop-off area, I cant help but to panic.

My mum gives me a positive smile, and rubs a small circle onto my hand, before making a small stop for me to get out.

I take a deep breath. "Thanks mum. I love you."

I step out of the car, and sling my bag over my shoulder. Slowly, and cautiously making my way towards the school entrance.

Pulling out my binder, I make a quick scan over my schedule. Drama. First period.

Well, hopefully I make some friends. It sounds okay.

The bell rings. Here's the start of a terrifying day.

"Morning everyone, we seem to have a new student today, so please make her as welcome as possible, and help her out around school." The drama teacher points out. "Tell us about yourself."

Great.

I sigh, and stand up. Placing my bag onto my chair since she gestures for me to stand up in the front of the class.

"My name is Naomi Claire Horan, I'm twelve years old, and I'm new to the school. I'm originally from Ireland, and I came from, well. A whole new city actually, I came from London, but now here I am in Bradford." I spill. Flustered, I look at the teacher, but she gestures for me to take a seat.

The class claps as I'm making my way to my seat, and I cant help but blush.

"You've got a beautiful accent, but of course you're very beautiful yourself, as well." A very chill American accent speaks.

I turn around, being caught off guard at the fact that what I find is a very attractive lad.

"Thank you." I blush, smiling at him.

"You're welcome. Oh, and I'm Ashton by the way." He smiles.

"Thank you, Ashton." I smile, nodding before turning around to face the teacher again.