Falling for you.

Chapter 1

My story starts normally. Living in L.A. with my mother. (My father left a long time ago) 18 years of age. I guess you could say I was sort of a rebel. I dyed my hair red when I was twelve. I liked it so I kept it like that. I have blue eyes and I'm always wearing dark eyeliner/mascara around them. I like heavy metal bands and I'm always wearing a worn out band t-shirt along with my signature ripped, black jeans. I didn't like the things that normal girls liked, shopping and always dressing up, getting my hair done in fancy hair styles, and spending way to much time on my makeup. It took one hour every 6 months or so to re-dye my hair and 10 minutes tops to do my makeup and I was quite happy with that. But my mother wasn't. My mother hates that I won't be her Barbie doll. Hates that she can't fuss over me like other teenagers let their parents. It tics her off. I guess my attitude doesn't help either but mostly we stay out of each other's way. So today I had taken a walk to the store in order to avoid my mother. I had wandered into a food court In an out door outlet mall. My mind was in another place. I was to busy thinking about music and other crap to notice that I was barreling straight toward someone carrying a tray of food. Apparently they didn't notice me either because they made no effort to stop me as I crashed right into them, the force knocking us both to the floor.

"Oh my god!" I say through gritted teeth. I find the tray that belonged to the person I knocked into lying a few feet away and I hear laughing next to me. I look to see a boy sitting on the ground next to me blonde quiff, stunning blue eyes, he was wearing a sweatshirt and the hood had been thrown up on his head when he fell. I recognized this boy. I had just knocked into Niall Horan. Member of One Direction. The boy band I hated. And this Niall Horan was laughing like knocking into each other was the funniest thing in the world.

"Sorry about that." The guy laughs standing up and holding out his hand. I take it reluctantly and he pulls me up.

"I'm Niall. Niall Horan." He continues keeping a hold on my hand.

"I know who you are." I say sharply pulling away and wiping my hand on my jeans.

"Guess somebody's not a big fan." Niall says lightly. I roll my eyes and spin on my heels.

"Wait!" Cries Niall stumbling to catch up with me. "You didn't tell me your name." His easy smile has returned. I avert my eyes.

"Look I'm sorry that I ruined your lunch, or whatever, but believe me this is not going to be on of those annoying movie scenes." I snap.

"What?" Niall asks dumbfounded.

I stop spinning on my heel and say. "You know, the movie scenes where two people knock into each other in the cafeteria and instantly fall in love."

Niall laughed "I think your a little self confident."

"Your talking to me about self confidence?" I say in disbelief. "Look at yourself!" I turn and start walking again faster this time. Niall continues to follow.

"How about we just start off as friends?" Niall grins.

"I do NOT want to be friends with YOU." I shot back, rolling my eyes and the squealing girls gathering close by.

Niall smiles and waves at them before turning back to me and flashing a brilliant white smile.

"You know you want to be friends." He laughs.

"Talks to me about self confidence." I murmur.

"Did I hurt you when we knocked into each other?" He asked suddenly concerned. Something about his tone surprises me. Celebrities like this have feelings.

"N-no, of course not." I stammer. I have to fight to refrain the rest of what I wanted to say which was "you could have asked that five minutes ago." Niall gives me a relieved smile.

"Good." He says. Despite myself I give him a small smile. Unfortunately he takes this as encouragement.

"Do you live here?" He asks "In L.A. I mean."

"Yes." I answer carefully.

"My friend owns some property over here." Niall explains. "The rest of One Direction and I are staying here until the beginning of our tour in 4 months."

"Oh great." I say sarcastically turning the corner walking towards the exit doors. "So there's the possibility that I run into again sometime."

If niall notices the sarcasm he doesn't let on. "We should." He says taking out his phone. "See each other again." Niall adds.

"See?" I cry. "It's already happening. This is not movie scene people!" I shout getting a few weird looks from cashiers while Niall practically fell over laughing . So annoying.

"Getting ahead of yourself again." Niall gasped between laughs. "Seriously can you just put your damn number into my phone?" I sigh and take his phone. I enter my name and number into the contact spot and hand it back to him.

"Do you do this to everyone you crash into in a food court?" I tease despite myself.

"No." Niall replies through a grin. "You are a special case." He looks down to my newly added contact.

"Dru." He mutters smiling softly. He looks up at me. "I like that name."