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Niall Imagine for @MehrHoran1D Part 1

This is part 1 of the trilogy for Mehr! :D Yay! I hope this turns out okay! aha :D

**Mehr’s P.O.V.**

“Alright, Mum. I just landed. I’ll call you when I’m all unpacked. Okay. Bye, love you too,” I replied to my mother. She had called be at least three times since I got off the plane, wanting to make sure I was okay. It was a little bit annoying, but I knew that she meant well. It was hard for her to have her daughter traveling to another country for college.

Last summer I had been accepted at England’s new school: International Arts and Affairs (It’s not a real thing. Don’t look it up aha). It was supposed to be a very prestigious school that only let in the best of the best. The school is specialized to accommodate students of varying talents in the arts department, which included all forms of writing, musical ability, and actual art. Students were required to take a math, science, and English class every year, but other than that, you could take any other course that related to what you wanted to major in. I myself was striving to be an artist.

I had enjoyed to color when I was a young girl. At least, that’s what Mum tells me. She says she has a whole folder full of artwork from when I was younger, but I find that hard to believe. By the time I entered my teenage years, life began to get difficult, what with boys getting cuter, school getting tougher, and girls getting even more judgmental. So, I turned to painting, and that sort of became my escape from everything. All of my walls in my room back home in Dubai were full to the maximum with my favorite paintings that I had done over the years. It was like my own personal gallery. And you can call me vain or whatnot, but I was proud of my work and wasn’t scared to show it to the world.

My cab finally rolled up to the school’s gates, and I stared, awestruck, at the castle-like structure. The driver gave me a price, and I quickly paid before gathering my luggage and getting out of the car, my eyes never leaving the school. “Hi!” a preppy voice called out, and I turned my head to see a bouncy redhead jogging over to me. “I’m Milly! Are you a student here?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m Mehr,” I said, offering a hand to her. She accepted it with pleasure, shaking it in greeting with a wide smile.

“I’m a senior here at International Arts, and it’s my pleasure to welcome you to the school! Where are you from, and what are you looking to major in?” she asked in a rapid fire.

“I’m from Dubai, and I want to major in arts. Like painting and stuff,” I said, laughing as her eyes widened.

“Oh em gee! We are like twins! I minored in arts though. My major is jewelry designing and a little bit of beauty techniques. They don’t offer beauty school stuff here, but I taught myself the basics, and I like to tell people that,” she said, shrugging. “It makes this school sound even cooler!”

I nodded, agreeing with her. Milly quickly recovered herself and showed me where my dorm would be. “Here it is! Room 0723. I think your roommate is already in there, so have fun!” she said, waving enthusiastically before turning and walking back down the hallway.

I took a deep breath before inserting the key into the lock and pushing open the door. “Hi,” I breathed out, seeing that another person was standing on the bed, attempting to hang up a picture of some sort. “I’m Mehr. I guess we’re roommates.”