Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?


21. Another Day..

My eyes open to a beautiful sunrise. I look around, finding Niall next to me. He smiles at me, even though he's half-asleep.

"Good morning, Niall." I say to him, softly.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He answers. "How are you?" I smile.

"I'm alright. I had the strangest dream." I reply.

"What was the dream about, sweetie?"

"I had this dream that we were at Nando's, and I told you about something that was going on. After I told you about that, Harry told us we had to go, and a huge wave of fans came to where we were. We were trying to push through them, and Harry shoved me, making me fall onto broken glass. We had to go to the hospital, and they said I broke my arm. It was strange." Niall looks at me, confused.

"Chantal," he replies, "that actually happened." I look down at my arms, to find a light blue cast, signed by the boys, on my left arm, and bandages on my right. I sigh.

"So, it wasn't a dream?" I ask, my voice quivering. He nods, and holds me close. I take a glance at the time. 6:15. I look at Niall.

"We need to get ready for school." Niall replies. I smile, and take the covers off of me. I grab my blue Live Da Life tee shirt, my Aeropostale jeans, and my black boots, and change. As I leave the room, I find Zayn, dressed in a tuxedo.

"Zayn," I ask. "Why are you dressed so... fancily, today?" He looks at me, a puzzled expression coming across his face.

"I just want to look my best." He answers. "Are you ready for today?"

"Yes, I am." I reply. "I have my first Choir class, and the first thing I have to do is go up, in front of the class, with two other people, and do a song that all three of us know the parts to. I think I'm ready for it." He smiles at me, but notices that my right arm is still bandaged.

"Chantal, why do you still have the bandages on?" He asks, as Niall comes out of the room, dressed in a purple polo and jeans.

"Zayn, I don't want to talk about it, right now." I reply. My voice shakes with every word. Niall comes over to where we are.

"What's going on?" He asks, concerned.

"It's nothing, Niall." I answer. "Zayn just wanted to know why I still have the bandages on my arm. I told him that I don't want to talk about it, right now."

"Oh, okay. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He replies. I smile, and Zayn walks downstairs. We make our way downstairs, and everyone is waiting for us.

"We ready to go, lovebirds?" Louis asks, grinning. I nod.

"Let's go." I reply, as we walk out the door, and to the Jeep. Off we go, for yet another long day.




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