Fangs, Love and Secrets. ~ A Niall Horan Fanfiction.

2~ Uncomfortable.

No one read it yet, I don't know how to get you to start reading it so I will just continue.

~ Love Jess

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~Niall's POV~

"You'll be fine." Eleanor spoke to me, her eyes staring in to mine as a calm feeling spread through my body. "Stop it with the mood thing, El." I snapped at her and Louis hissed at my words. "Sorry." I mumbled and turned to Harry who handed me the keys of his black Range Rover. "You better not wreck it." He smiled and patted my back with the other one.

"Why so nervous Niall? So many thoughts running through your mind." Kim spoke up with that irritating voice of hers.

"Get out of my head." I hissed at her, if I ever get in contact with my soulmate, I pray it won't be a bitch like this Kim thing.

"Okay, time to go, no fighting in this house." Harry said and lowered his eyes at Kim, who stepped back and nodded.

"He will be fine." A soft whisper spoke, but not directly to us. It was Liam's who gently rubbed Mariell her arm, who was now watching the scene infront of her with worry in her eyes. "The future changes." He continues, but he doesn't notice that he is heard.

What future?

Was it mine?

Was it bad?

What if I will kill someone today...?

I knew Liam could see the future, little glimpses of it, and mostly, those glimpses came true.

~Bowie's POV~

I drove through the busy city, looking around a bit. Well, I didn't exactly drive myself, my driver did. "We're nearly there, Miss Young." I heard through the speaker and rolled my eyes, why don't they just accept the fact that I wanted them to call me by my name, Bowie.

I pushed the button that would turn on my microphone. "Thank you, Miles." I said, with a smile on my face.

The city was crowded, students running to get to school on time. Some not really caring about the time, smoking anothe ciggarette, or two.

When we finally stopped infront of the university, I let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like we took hours to get here.

I didn't wait for my door to be opened and just got out myself.

I knew it would happen, dozens of eyes, all on me. I took my hair out of my ponytail to cover my face for a bit, a deep blush already creeping onto my cheeks. I thanked Miles and made my way up to the entrance.

"Welcome, to Harvard University." A man said to me, once I got through the big glass door that I struggled to get open. "I hope you will have a great, extraordinary time here." He gave me a small nod, handing me over the map of the school. The man looked young, not even in his mid-twenties yet. He had piercing green eyes, but the little circle around them made it clear that it were contacts. His hair was curly, but not extremely curly. I just smiled a bit and took the map, mumbling a soft thank you.

Someone behind me groaned, obviously annoyed by the man standing in the door. "It's the best." The man spoke once again, but not to me. "University." He added quickly. I just frowned and shrugged it off.

When I finally looked up, my eyes nearly popped out. The place was huge, crowded and huge again. I looked back down at my map and giggled to myself. "Like this helps." I mumbled and folded the map close.

"Goodmorning, dear, could I possibly help you in any way?" A tall girl walked over to me, her eyes blue, but also contacts. Her hair blonde and her nose pierced. "Uh- you probably could." I smiled, showing her my list of classes and pointing to the first one. "I need to find that class, in this crowded and huge place." I mumbled and she just smiled. Her lips small but a deep pink. "I have the same class, you can walk with me if you want?" She spoke and looked at me, right in the eyes. I started to feel a little uncomfortable and was the first to break the intense eyecontact. "Yeah, that would be cool."

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The walk to class was okay, but awkward. I don't know why, but I felt uncomfortable around the girl, Perrie, was her name. She kept on telling me things and I knew she was just trying to make me feel comfortable, but she didn't.

It was hard to change universities when you're already midway your study, but when I heard I could go to Harvard, I took the chance with both hands.

My first class was bodylanguage, how do people show you how they feel, without using words? And how can you read their bodylanguage? Well, I think this Perrie sucked at this subject, since she didn't notice how uncomfortable she made me.

And if it couldn't get any worse, I had to introduce myself before the class started.

And that's when I noticed him.