Hello Guys, Here I am trying my luck in writing something like this
Honestly, believe me when I say that this is something I never dream of writing for other’s to read,
It’s just that, my friend made me read some fan-fiction and she is writing … a lot. So I said why not try to do my own?
This prologue is a little different… okay a lot, anyway this chapter is on Liam’s P.O.V. even though it’s Ziall story.
Don’t worry those two has their own POV it’s just that I let Liam do this for them. because I don’t want it to be my POV which is in third person point of view.
So please say what you think about this one.
Comment?
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Prologue
Liam’s POV
Walking down the street towards my school is something I always did in the morning. I’m not really a morning person when I was a kid but I don’t know… maybe something snapped and changed it. While strolling, I spotted my friends which cannot be counted by the finger in your hands and feet multiplied by nth. Anyway, I also spotted some of the few true friends I have.
Upon spotting, I immediately jogged towards the wild bushes that suddenly want to reside on one of my friend’s head. Nah just kidding, it’s actually nice. The dimples and forest green eyes goes for Harry, our cheeky curly lad. You know? The simple teenager who always fits in the hierarchy, even when we were still in the middle school, heck I can also see some of my pre-school memories where he was sat at his throne. He can be considered as a jock but we don’t do labels in our circle of friends, we are who we are, which made our group a lot more weird than normal. Still, we’re at the top of the food chain in our school. Harry sitting in my right throne, then there is Louis who is in my left throne… not literally but try imagining a palace were the royal family are sat at the thrones.
Louis, was most likely the joker, I don’t know? He is the oldest in our group, with two years of age ahead of us, but Louis really didn’t mind getting held back as long as he is with us… especially the green eyes bloke. Ringing the fire alarm one hour before the end of school isn’t something to be done by a student, but when Louis really gets bored in his class, then expect to come home early. Lou is weird in his own way, in his own childish way. Some people are getting irritated by it but we don’t give a flying ‘Kevin’ about it, according to Lou. Seriously this dude is always making my stomach ache from laughing. He is always immature but he is the one who always stay calm when we’re at a panic. When Lou became serious, expect an advice given by someone who can make Albert Einstein bow his head because of shame. He can also act all fatherly… specially by someone who has a bush on his head *Cough* and unfortunately, those were the two people who truly stay by my side through sickness and in health, eew, cheesy much?
After my little description of these two idiots who are now fooling around and making other people smile by their contagious smiles and laughter. We are walking down the hallway towards our locker which are *THANK GOD* next to each others. Upon walking, we spotted the ‘school bad boy’ according to others, hair in quiff, hands in the pocket, tanned skin, leather jacket and most of all… those golden eyes of his. Sometimes I envy the guy because hell, I also have brown eyes but his are gold. It reminded me of owls who always wait for its next prey to ran across the corn field or forest ground. He is someone who I tried to figure out, long time ago. Unfortunately, I haven’t made the right combination of codes. He is either silent or is really shy which is I doubt because by the look on his face when girls literally threw themselves at him. I can tell that he enjoys the attentions. We are not friends, just acquainted, we gave each other a smile and nod whenever we passed by each other in the hallway. For a ‘bad boy’ he is a loner, I don’t know but no one approached him, except our group. But he is rather always had something to do or really didn’t want to hangout with us.
Back in reality, I waved at Zayn and continued my walk towards my classroom which happened to be with the boys. Who knew this year could get any better? During waiting, since we are early, we learned that Zayn, Harry, Louis, and I, have the same class… ALL THE TIME!!! After fifteen minutes of talking with Zayn, believe me, it’s not my idea to bother him. But I won’t say who *Louis* decided to pester the poor lad. The teacher walked in, he slid down to his chair for a while, roaming his eyes inside the classroom, searching for possible trouble and new pet. He made a nod of approval and stand up to introduce himself.
“Hello to you my lovely students, eew corny, anyway I’ll be your teacher for music, My name is Edward Sheeran but you can call me Ed cause I don’t want to be old and I don’t want to outstand you guy and I’ll be expecting so much about this class, seeing that you all look great” Our teacher said
He was answered by a chorus of yeah and absolutely and few more curses that I decided not to mention anymore. Mr. Sheeran was about to speak again when the door suddenly open. A student who absolutely not from this school is standing there, looking really awkward to the situation he walked in to. Bleach blond hair that can be easily seen because of the brown roots on his hair, pale skin and a little too short. He sucked in a deep breath and spoke.
“ummm, sorry to interrupt, but is this--- ummm where Mr. Sheeran’s class is?” he stuttered, his face was now as red as tomato from embarrassment. He let out a sigh of relief when Ed answered a yes with a chuckle. The bloke adjusted the guitar on his shoulder. He made his way to the empty chair in the middle…
which is so happened
to be beside the ‘bad boy’
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so what do you think about it guys?
I don’t really know if this story will last for so long, seeing that I don’t really have patience. I’d rather write a short stories and poem than to write those long stories. But I found this one as a challenge since I’m a man who always finished things he started, intentionally or unintentionally.
Hey guys, think about it and say what you wanted to say. I’m open for constructive criticism…
Thank you for reading.
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