Someone once told me to always live for the little things in life. Live for 5 am Sunrises and 5 pm Sunsets when you'll see colors in the sky that usually don't belong. Live for road trips and bike rides with musin in your ears and the wind in your hair. Live for day you're surrounded by your favorite people who make you realise the world is not a cold,harsh place. Live for the little things because they will make you realize that this is what life is about, this is what it means to be alive.
My name is Niall James Horan. And I have a crush on the school rebel. Harry Styles. The extremely handsome football captain. The boy who doesn't even know my name! It was pathetic really. He was straight and I was gay! But, today I was tutoring him for English, which he failed much at. And that just made my day a bit bright.
I had bought some black skinny jeans and a blue sweater which was oversized, just for today. I was nervous. But I didn't let that take over me as I walked through the doors of Princeton High. Immediately I ran to the library seeming as today they had no classes for two whole periods. As I got to the back I saw a huge mop of brunette curls. He was almost in the same outfit as me,but he had a beanie and a black sweatshirt. I'm guessing he heard me as he looked up.
I take the seat across from where he is sitting. Sitting my bookbag on the ground. Grabbing my English book and a pen. When I look up, my eyes my his. His eyes a full of different emotions, Sadness and tired. He had a bruise on his eye that made me gasp.
He looks down as he notices what I had made a noise about.
He speaks lowly,growling a little.
"Its not your business. Just give me the fucking answers and let me leave."
I quickly slide them across the table,him gripping it in his hand, storming out of the library.
What the fuck?
