Chapter 1

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SECRETS

--Characters--

Nicole

brunette/red long straight hair

tan

deep brown eyes

wears mostly all black clothes

medium height

skinny medium weight

bad girl image

never drinks

never smokes

never steals

has plenty tattoos

good grades

crude language

funny

cheeky

crappy house

Jane

light brown medium/curly hair

tan

emerald green eyes

secretly drinks and smokes

wears mostly sweaters and leggings

one tattoo (yolo)

funny

cheeky

nerdy

good grades

nice family

nice house

piercings

Niall

blonde hair with green flip in front

icy blue eyes

pale

a lot of tattoos

rebel

drinks a lot

smokes a lot

piercings

funny

bad grades

doesn't care about anything

lives in dorm with harry

family died

Harry

brown/curly hair

green eyes

piercings

tattoos on all over body

muscular

drinks a lot

smokes a lot

does drugs sometimes

~CHAPTER 1~

NICOLE'S P.O.V

I was walking to the gas station to buy some cigarettes. I knew I was never going to smoke them, but I buy them anyways cause #badass.

As I walk down the bad part of town, all I see are whores in the sluttiest clothes ever, gangs, and cops arresting someone.

Everybody was staring at me, and I felt uncomfortable. I never let that bother me. When I got to the gas station, I looked to pick the cigarettes I wanted. As I am about to pay, this boy, who looks a little bit older than me, offers to buy the cigarettes for me.

He tells the clerk behind the counter, "I've got this one lad." I realize his accent sounds different than what I usually hear. Irish. I just admire his appearance for a minute. His icy blue eyes with a hint of grey, and his blonde hair with a green flip in the front. His clothes look quite beat up, but they look good on him. He has many tattoos, and they suit him. I can't get over how attractive he looks. He just stares at me for a minute in admiration. I blush and smile at the ground. After staring at me for a while, he grabs a pen from over the counter, and writes his number on the outside of the cigarette box. I just look at it in confusion.

"Where are you from?", I ask him.

He looks at me with a smile. He says, "Why do you ask?"

"I don't recognize your accent.", I say embarrassed.

He chuckles and says, "I'm from Ireland. Ever been?"

"I wish I could go.", he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

"See you around babe", he says and slowly walks out the gas station.

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