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?


7. He Doesn't Know

"Chantal, wake up!" Niall replies. I look at him, groggily.

"How long did I sleep?" I ask. I feel like I've been asleep forever.

"You slept for the entire week." He answers. I couldn't believe it.

"Are you kidding?"

"No. I'm not joking. You've been out like a light since last week." He explains. "Nobody could wake you up."

"Oh wow." I reply. I sit up.

"How are you feeling, Chantal?"

"I'm feeling better." I look around, only to find the letters I wrote him, over the years, all over his walls. I smile.

"You kept the letters, too?" I ask, blushing.

"Yeah." He answers. "Where do you have yours?"

"I keep mine along my walls, as well. Or, at least, I did, until we moved." I smile at him, as our eyes meet. My sapphire eyes meet his crystalline eyes, and I blush. I til my head to the ground.

"Chantal, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, Niall. What is it?"

"You're so beautiful. I know we just met, in person, but I think I'm in love with you." I blush.

'Niall, I feel the same way. I have for a while, now. I wasn't sure how to tell you." He smiles, and, instantaneously, our fingers become intertwined. I blush, as he edges closer to me. 

"So, does this mean we're dating?" He asks, anxiously.

"Yes, Niall." I answer. We stand up, and make our way downstairs, hand in hand.

" Chantal, you feeling better?" Liam asks, as Harry puts masking tape around Louis' mouth. 

"Yes, I am." I reply. "What are you doing to Louis?" 

"Guys, get this tape off of me!" Louis replies, but the way he says it is kinda... muffled.

"Shut up, Louie!" Liam exclaims. I start giggling, and go to help get the tape off Louis.

"Ow!" Louis screams, as we get the last bit of tape off his mouth. He turns to Harry. "What was that for?"

"You wouldn't shut up, Louie! That's why." I smile. Zayn hands me a letter. 

"It's from your mother." he replies. I open the letter, and read:

Dear Chantal,

Your father and I have done some thinking, and we've decided to enroll you into the London Academy of the Arts. We're, also, giving you this choice. Your father got a job here, in Milan, so we're deciding to move. You can, either, stay, with the boys as your neighbors, or come and live with us, in Milan. This is your decision. If you decide to stay, you have to promise us that you'll write to us, every month or so, just to check up on things. We love and miss you!

Love always, 

Mom and Dad

I fold up the letter, and sob. My father and mother are moving to Italy, and they didn't even tell me until after he got the job?! I start to feel infuriated, as more tears flow from my sapphire eyes. I run upstairs, to Niall's room, and lock the door. Niall doesn't know about this. Nobody knows, but me.

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