Fame High

Chapter 1: New Boy's To Blame

(Characters may/ may not be like this in real life and I've changed the age group and some information on their lives to suite my story better. So, I've twisted alot of things about the people but they remain famous and look the same as the real thing.

In conclusion... This story is technically not a fanfiction, but at the same time it is.

Does that make sense? I think it does..

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Niall Horan(20 years old):

I sat in the limo, shifting uncomfortably on the car seat. The car ride was super long.

I had recieved an all-expenses paid scholarship invite from Fame High when our latest tour had just ended. Perfect timing. Complete a year of modules and I would get a cool certification. Cool. I heard I was joining a class of final-years which is nice.

As for my career? One direction, my band, are on hiatus before we will start touring again. The others are going to spend their hiatus differently and I decided to accept the scholarship from this renowned school.

Hate to admit it, but I miss the guys already. Especially Harry. We were both invited into the school but Harry didn't want to go. Unbelievable, I know.

I remember he said, "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not wasting my time going to some con school when I could be with my family. It's freaking stupid."

I wonder what he'll say if he saw this place.

"I'm still here, you know." Harry chuckles from beside me, messing my hair up as I jumped in my seat. I waved his prying hands off me.

Damn.. he was so quiet I almost forgot he was here.

"Aww Niall, you are breaking my heart." Harry fake pouts.

Did I really say that out loud?

"Yes, you did. You really ought to stop." Harry rolls his eyes at me, smirking.

"True." I nodded my head slowly.

We both knew Harry wanted to work on his fashion designs. They were really cool. Maybe one day he could have his on fashion line.

"Holy shit." I said, my laughter immediately stopped, distracted for a minute as we waited to enter the giant compound.

I plastered my face the tinted window as I saw giant barbed wired fences that looked like it went up forever and a security check outside of it guarded by heavily armed men. Heavily armed as in they had weapons. None of them had heavy arms. I think. Or maybe they did, considering all the muscles they had.

They looked as scary as hell and they were huge. One of them came up to the limo with his gun as he signalled the driver to roll down all windows.

"Look at this big shot over here." Harry mocks as he leans into his seat. My eyes widen as I closed his mouth quickly.

"Fuck." I swore. "Don't say that. They'll shoot your head off."

The tip of a rifle entered the driver's seat as he rolls down the window, asking for identification as the driver then gave the scholarship letter and a re-printed version of my I.D. hurriedly.

How would I describe the security guard? Hmm.. he was bald I guess. Well, actually come to think of it, all the security guards were bald here. What's up with that?

The security man came to my window as he peered in with his rifle, looking at me carefully as he looked back and forth from the identification.

I told him all the information that he asked me for as he then proceeded to put down his rifle, putting his head into the limo as he got close to us.