Get Away -Niall Horan-

-Niall POV-

It was my senior year and I was going to some stupid high school in some stupid town in America. I believe people call it the South? It's some where in South Carolina, right by the beach.

My dad got a job here and my parents both thought it would be a good idea if i move with him. So now we where moving into a huge old Victorian house. This town was extremely small. Out of the 2 hours I have been here it already seems like the kind of town where every one knows everyone.

I was snapped out of my thoughts on this small town as soon as my dad called me out of the smelly moving van we are renting to go meet our neighbors.

They were a tall married couple who lived in the house right across the street. Their house was even bigger than ours and it was on the beach.

"Niall these are the Hendrix's. John Hendrix is the mayor of Clarville." My dad said smiling as he took the fruit basket from the women's arms. Clareville must have been the name of this stupid town.

"Hello Niall. And yes, I am mayor. We also hear you are going to be a senior at Clarville High in a week! We have a daughter that goes there. She will be a senior as weel." i just smiled and my dad and the Hendrix's talked for 30 minutes outside while I was scoping out the town. It was certainly small. It seemed like hours in this heat until I found an ice cream shop with the most beautiful girl in it. She had long brown hair and the most vibrant green eyes you have ever seen. She wore a Beatles tank top that showed of her tan figure.

-Dani POV-

I had been drawing in Ms.Walker's ice cream shop for hours but I never looked up from my sketch book until the new boy walked in. It was obvious he had never been here before. He was paler than the other boys and he wore Black Supras with a black skinny jeans and an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt. He ordered his ice cream and sat in a table in front of me. He never stopped staring at me. "I love that band by the way." I said to interupt the awkward noises of his eating and my pencil going back and forth on my book.

"Really?" He replied.

"Totally not most people here appreciate good music."

"It's true. I'm Niall by the way."

"Strong accent. You must be the Irish boy who is my new neighbor. I'm Dani."