Chapter 1

I woke up from the sunlight shining in from my bedroom window. I opened my eyes squinting at the piercing bright light.

I looked at my clock reading 6:15, giving me fourty-five minutes to get ready for another dreadful day of school.

I wasn't the most popular girl in school, or the most pretty. Actually in my own opinion I was far from pretty. I had lots of friends, but most of them just used me.

I hated going to school, just like every other teenager. But I didn't hate it because of the studying. I hated it because, everyday I had to look at my worse enemy, Niall Horan.

We use to be friends, I guess you could say. We talked and played together on the play ground. But he always picked on me, called me fat and ugly, pulled on my hair. We were always fighting and arguing over the most stupidest things possible.

I always had a part of me that cringed at the thought of him, a part of me that hated him. But I never fully hated him till the day he killed my sister.

We were in the 4th grade and we were at a swimming party for our class. Everyone was having a good time, talking, swimming, eating. My parents were good friends with my teacher, so she allowed me to bring my little sister Marie along. She was only 5, and wasn't a good swimmer.

Me, Marie, Niall, and our friend Nick were all splashing in the pool. Marie was thirsty, so I got out and left her with Niall, while I went to go get some water.

I came back and Marie's floaty's were sitting at the side of the pool. My eyes widened and I look over toward Niall. I didn't see Marie. I dropped the drink and quickly swam to him. I didn't see her, I asked where she was and he pointed down into the water. I looked under the water and sure enough she was laying at the bottom.

I pulled her up out of the pool, hoping she would still have some life in her, but she was already gone. I cried and cried day after day.

Niall tried to talk to me and "explain" what happened but I didn't care, I wanted nothing to do with him, I yelled and screamed at him and never listened. I hated him with everything I had. He killed my sister. What else was I suppose to do? Loving him was impossible.

We are 17 now, he finally gave up on saying sorry and just hated me as much as I hated him. We pushed each other, ignored, fought, and argued. Our hate for each other was so strong, all we did was torture each other.

My life wasn't exactly anything close to happy. My dad died in a car accident, when I was ten. I was left with my mom and only less than a year with my sister. I loved my mom allot, but once my dad and sister died, she just kinda left me alone to figure out the life struggles and journeys on my own.

Once I got ready for school, I made my way downstairs and out the door to my friends car. Out of all the friends I had, Claire and Mason were the only ones to stick with me all these years, they were truly my best friends.

We all sat in the car listening to music, no talking. Claire's boyfriend, Zayn was driving, it had become a typical thing, he picked us up and we all headed to school together.

Zayn was very popular, known in the boy band One Direction, with 4 other boys, one being Niall. Zayn was a cool guy. He treated Claire well and they both were happy. I had no problem with him, I just had a problem with him being friends with Niall, I guess you could say.

We arrived at school and went to our classes. Every class I had, Niall was in too, except one which was photography.

I walked into science class and looked around for a seat. The only seat that was available was the one next to Niall, of course. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I made my way to the desk.

He looked at me in disgust, as I took my seat. "Good morning to you too Horan." I said rolling my eyes.

"Yeah sure. Why do have to sit here anyway?" He replied narrowing his eyes.

"Look around buddy, no seats. You think if there was I would be sitting here, next to you!?" I almost yelled at him sarcastic like.

"Well go trade seat with someone, I don't want you next to me."

"Why don't you? Huh?"

Before he was even given the chance to reply, Mr. Regtren called our attention and started class. I caught dirty glances with Niall on and off. I rolled my eyes, as he bit the end of his pencil and gave me a snotty look.

I couldn't even pay attention, sitting next to Niall. He was a awful distraction. I swear someday I would end up snapping his head off, being this close to him, I hated it.

He twirled his pencil with his fingers and ended up loosing control and it hit me on my arm. I got angry, and turned to him and yelled at him silently, so Mr. Regtren couldn't hear.

He just took his pencil angrily from the floor and nudged me with his foot. If I wasn't in class I would have gotten up and slapped him so hard.

Class finally ended and eventually, so did school. I went home and started packing for our class trip tomorrow. We were going to be flying to New York to get some information collected for our report on the Statue Of Liberty.

My whole World History class was flying, and this meant Niall would be coming along to. I ignored the fact he was coming, and kept telling my self: "Ignore him, have some fun. This is a once and a life time chance. Don't let him ruin it."

Little did I know that ignoring him was the last thing I could do. Things were about to change. Big time.