Stole My Heart

Prolouge

I was a pretty average girl before all of this happened. My life was boring then; gloomy, rainy, and cloudy, like a normal day in London. It's weird for me to think about my life before I met Niall. I remember it the same way you remember a vivid dream. Hazy, and a little bit confused as to what it felt like. I guess now would be the time to tell you everything. And I mean everything. Let us start at the beginning, shall we?

It was in the middle of December that I moved from big city Birmingham in England to Mullingar, Ireland. I would have to start all over with my life. No one here would know me. Or my reputation (which was a good one, might I add.) I would meet approximately 700 new people at Coláiste Mhuire, of which only about 50 were girls.

"Well, less competition, right Marie?" said my mother, as we were discussing the new secondary school I was to attend.

"Yeah, I guess."

And with that, she ended the conversation before it even began. That was one of the things my mother did best, avoiding arguments. She never backed down from one necessarily. She just knew how to say the right words. I dropped the matter as well, for I knew it would be completely pointless to protest. The last of the boxes sitting in the living room were packed away into the car, and I said goodbye to Birmingham for the first time.

We drove to London and bought a ticket to take a car ferry from London to Dublin. Once we arrived in Dublin, we would drive to Mullingar until we go to our new house. The new house was bigger and better than the one I lived in before. It was tucked away inbetween two hills, deep in the Irish county side. It was almost a 30 minute drive into town and 5 minutes less to Coláiste Mhuire. There were 5 bedrooms total, three upstairs and two on the main level (technically, the house was three stories, seeing as we had a basement.) In my room was my own bathroom, completely with a shower and 2 ½ meter wide mirror, a walk in closet, fireplace, and a canopy bed. The walls were a painted faint pink, but it has always looked more like white to me. We got to Mullingar and began unpacking the boxes while the fires were roaring in every room, and a thin sheet of snow came down outside.

Monday came much faster than I would have ever liked it to. I got up in the morning and put on my uniform. It was different than the one in Birmingham. My skirt was navy colored and pleated, as well as a light blue button down shirt and a navy blue sweater over that. I wore some lace tights to try to make the uniform a little less dreary. Mother drove me to school that first morning, and gave me the usual first day checklist.

"Backpack?"

"Check."

"Pens, pencils, paper?"

"Check."

"Lunch?"

"Check."

"Enjoying our first day of school?" She gave me a wide, hopeful smile.

"We'll see." I said plainly. She pulled into the student loading section and kissed me on the cheek.

"Please try to have a good day at school?" She asked with a worried, motherly tone.

"Yes Mum. I'll try." I smiled and got out of the car. I waved her goodbye as she drove back towards our new home. I turned around and stared at the school in front of me. So this is Coláiste Mhuire, huh? I thought to myself. Well, alright. Maybe it wasn't going be bad. Maybe I would like it here, after all. Maybe was the key word though. I walked through the doors and pushed through a group of students, trying to avoid strange looks from everyone. Mum had told me that I would need to go to the headmaster's office to get my schedule. So I looked around for some sort of sign pointing me in the right direction. But I was hopelessly lost, and I knew it too. Just as I was about to sit down on a bench in defeat, there was a voice behind me.

"Excuse me Miss? But you look kinda lost. I was told we were getting a new student. You must be her, eh?"

I turned around cautiously. Standing before me was the best looking boy I had ever seen. I forgot that he had spoken to me, and I just stood there in awe of his beauty.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Hello," he stuck his hand out for me to shake, "I'm Niall."