The Broken Boy

Chapter 1

I can't go back. Why would they want someone like me anyways?

A few months have passed since I moved to London. I transferred schools and bought a house. I can't go home. Ever.

I guess I should be sad, I mean I miss my family, but I can't go back. Not after what happened. Not this soon. I still have nightmares about that night.

I start school tomorrow morning and I have never been more nervous for anything.

The next day

I woke up extra early to have enough time to get ready. Wouldn't want to be late on the first day of school. I threw on a white V-neck shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue hoodie. Tugging on my supras, I walked out the door, skipping breakfast as always.

I was nervous walking into the front doors of the school. No, I was terrified.

I walked into the office, getting someone's attention.

"Hi. You must be the new student."

I nodded.

"Well, here are your books, there's your schedule and locker number. Have a good day."

I nodded an inaudible thanks and walked out, trying to find my class. I was looking down at my schedule when I bumped into a solid mass. Instantly tensing up my body, waiting for the beating that is sure to come, I jumped when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, mate. You lost?" A soft, kind voice asked me, pulling me out of my shock. I nodded.

"Well. Where are you going?"

I just handed my schedule to him, not bring able to find the courage to talk, or even look up at his face.

"Okay, Niall, is it?"

I nodded again.

"Well, you have Spanish first. I'm in that class so you can just follow me." He stated.

He walked away and I followed, still not looking up. From the view I had of him, he was wearing skinny jeans and some shoes that looked like high tops. They were white.

"Here we are, Niall. There's a seat next to me if you want to sit." He said softly. I looked up slightly to see where he was talking about and I took my seat, laying my head down on my desk.

"Are you okay?" He whispered into my ear, not letting anyone hear. His warm breath hit my neck and I softly shuddered. I nodded into my arms, not wanting to look at him.

"Are you ever going to talk to me? Or look at me?" He pleaded. He stopped, his breath catching in his throat. "You're not mute are you? If you are I'm such an idiot. Ugh! You are aren't you and now I sound like a stuck up prick for saying that."

That set me off and I laughed, still holding my face in my arms.

"Well, I made to laugh. That's a start." He said.

The teacher came in a little later, shocked that two students were already there since it was so early. School didn't start for fifteen more minutes. I walked up to her desk and gave her my transfer slip for school. She nodded; giving it back for my other classes, and gave me a workbook. I turned around and walked back to my desk, still keeping my head down.

I sat back down at my desk and snuck a glance at the boy who helped me find my class. I chuckled to myself when I saw he was asleep. His mouth was slightly open, soft snores escaping his perfectly pink lips. His brown curly hair lying across his forehead perfectly, making him look young. His face looked flawless. Not a single blemish on it. His beautiful face twitching as he slept, making him that much more adorable.