Dear Mr. Right. [Niall Horan]

Chapter 4: Your Eyes Are Pretty.

Chapter 4

Nova's POV

“Hurry up and take out the trash!”

“Nova, can you clean up Table #3 already!?”

“Would you quit smiling?!”

Everyone’s yells and shouts weren’t bothering or irritating me as much today. I just let it roll off my back, keeping a genuine smile on my face. The blue eyes and crooked smile were imprinted in my brain. I still vaguely remember when I first met with them.

I was an awkward, still developing 11 years old girl. I was very curious with the world and always asked, “Why?” for everything. I was at an after school day care, waiting for my mommy to take me home and make me a peanut butter jelly sandwich like she did everyday. I waited patiently on the colorful rug that covered half of the room. I sat down along with the rest of my classmates, just waiting for our parents to pick us up.

“Come on kids! Let’s play outside! It’s beautiful outside! Let’s go!”

I looked up and saw our plump, short daycare supervisor, Ms. Reynolds, excitedly persuade us all to stand up from the floor. The younger kids ran out the door first, followed along with the rest of us trudging behind. I walked next to my friend, Alison, who didn’t feel like playing outside because her mother curled her hair today. She continued complaining to me, as I nodded and just agreed with her like I always did. I honestly didn’t know why I was best friends with her. I guess I was the only one who could tolerate with her constant complaining and whining. I was her shoulder to cry on. I occasionally get annoyed with her, but then never left her side because I didn’t want to leave her alone all sad. So, I stuck with her for the rest of elementary school until she randomly moved to Oregon in the beginning of junior high.

“But, Ms. Reynolds! My mother curled my hair today and I don’t want to mess it up! Can we not play outside today?” Alison whined as I silently stood by her.

Ms. Reynolds softly smiled, shaking her head and handed Alison a big soccer ball. She shooed us off to play with the rest of the boys and girls. Alison looked at the soccer ball with disgust and dropped it on the ground. She walked along to the playground and sat on one of the slides, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a small pout on her lips. I didn’t follow her this time because I actually wanted to play. I picked up the dropped soccer ball she dropped, as I gathered up a few kids to play a game of soccer.

Soon enough, more than half of the kids were playing alongside with me and we were just having fun kicking the ball back and forth. A spunky red headed boy kicked the ball, causing it to go towards the junior high that was across from the park we were at. I slightly frowned as I saw the black and white ball fly over the gate and land near the junior high school’s grass area. I sighed, running to retrieve our ball. As I was running quickly, I heard the rest of the kids yelling at the red headed boy. I felt bad for him, but then again, it was his fault I was running for the ball now.

I finally crossed the street and saw that the ball was still in the grass area. I was a few feet away when I noticed that a few guys started kicking the ball around. I slowly walked up to them, noticing that all my play mates were still scolding the red headed boy or just watching me from a distance. There were 4 boys kicking the ball around, as I finally gathered all the courage I had.

They were all junior high students, meaning they were bigger than me and can beat me up with just their pinky finger. I gulped, steadily walking up to the small group of boys. They finally noticed me and just stared me down.

“U-uhm. H-hi…Can I h-have…the ball back…Please?” I said, stuttering a few times along the way.

The tallest one smirked, looking me down. He picked up the ball with his big hands. I thought he was going to politely hand it down to me, but I was wrong. He just picked it up and dropkicked it, all the way to the other side of the field. I held my breath in, not sure what to do. All the boys started to laugh, except for one, he was barely laughing. I felt my cheeks getting flustered and my eyes burning. I didn’t want to cry in front of them. I just couldn’t.