Why Don't We Go There

Chapter 1

Heyy guys, this is my first story. This is based on the story Save Me tonight. My friend wriote it, so i didnt steal it from her, just making my own version. hope you enjoy!!!

-A

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***Charlie's POV***

I was walking home from school, jamming out to my One Republic playlist. It was a cold day in the middle of January, the sidewalks were very slippery. I only had on a thin sweatshirt, I didn't have anything else to wear. I had no friends, no support at home. It was only me. I had this one friend, Kieran, she moved away at the begining of senior year. She now lives in LA and is dating this famous singer from some band. I wasn't really into the music most kids are these days.

My parents were never at home, it had been a year since they lost their jobs at the local supermarket. we barely had any money, when we did have some, they wild just spend it on more alcohol. It had taken over their lives.

All of a sudden, I fell on my face. I had slipped on the ice, I was walking along Winchester ave, the street that runs in the middle of Colorado. "How embarassing", I thought. i kept walking until the next street, which i had to turn down, to get home.

I started to cross the street, when all if a sudden i heard a loud car horn. I quickly looked up, it was a black Range Rover with all the back windows tinted. The car stopped, then the window started to roll down...

It was a guy around my age with blonde hair. He was really attractive, not in a creepy way though. "Hey, i saw you fall back there. Are you okay?", he said. "Yeah I am good, thanks for checking", I replied. "No problem love, can i give you a ride home?", he asked. "Umm... I don't know who you are, the most you could do at this point is to tell me your name", I demanded. "Niall, my name is Niall Horan", he said in a shy Irish accent. "Pretty name, nice to meet you Niall, I am Charlie, Charlie King", I replied. "I love your last name", he said as he took a piece of paper from the glove box. He wrote something on the piece of paper, and handed it to me. "Call me", he said as he rolled the window back up and drove off.