Gabrielle's always surrounded by bullies, but finally something good comes into her life; Niall Horan.


1. Meeting


Gabrielle’s POV Gabrielle is a senior, and it’s june.

I dropped my bag onto the grass of the secluded area of Central Park that I went to everyday after school. I looked at the cut on my arm thinking about how these were the first of many. I put in my ear buds, music was the only escape for me. I put on my favorite playlist and pulled out my sketchpad and started sketching a tree that was close by.  After about ten minutes I felt a tap and turned around to find piercing blue eyes staring into mine. I pulled out my ear buds. And turned my body so I was facing his. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’re an amazing artist,” He told me our eyes stil locked. “Thanks,” I said blushing, his Irish accent still ringing in my ears. He took my hand in his and his fingers slowly traced the cuts on my wrist. He put his lips up to my ear and whispered softly, “You’re so beautiful, why would you do this?” A tear rolled down my cheek, “You don’t understand, I’m not.” “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” his eyes welled up with tears. He pulled me into a hug, and we stood there together. I never wanted it to end, but we pulled away and sat down together, he took both of my hands into his, “Tell me why you did this, tell me everything.” He whispered. I sat there for two hours pouring my heart out to this stranger, this familiar face that I couldn’t put my finger on. I told him about he name calling, my lunch being stolen, being beaten up, being told I was worthless, all by my fellow classmates. He didn’t make a sound until I finished. “I’m so sorry,” he said with such hurt in his voice you would’ve thought he was the bully. He pulled me in tightly. “I’m Gabrielle, I never caught your name,” I said. A smile creeped onto his face, “Niall, Niall Horan,” 

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