Someone Special

No one understands seventeen year old Stella Brown. She talks to no one but herself, and sits alone in the courtyard at lunch. She has no friends. But one day, Niall Horan transfers from Ireland. Many girls fall for him, but Niall only falls for one person. Stella. Slowly, Stella lets down her guard, and she and Niall start to date. But when the unthinkable happens, will Stella keep her guard down long enough to help? Or will she close the world out again? Please read!!! xx

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5. How Things Used To Be

Niall's P.O.V.

I see Stella waiting on the beach when I arrive. Man, she looks good. She turns and sees me and smiles. I grin back. We walk to the water's edge, our feet sinking into the soft silky sand, our shoes dangling from our fingertips. "So," I say. "Tell me a little bit about yourself." I think it is time we learned about each other. Stella nods and sighs. "I guess now is the time." I furrow my brows, confused about what she means but before I can ask, she begins her story. "When I was little, I had the perfect life. We lived in a nice house, and my parents were amazing. I was spoiled. At that time, I thought they were police officers. But they actually worked for the FBI, finding out valuable information-that would affect the whole family eventually. One day, they went to work, and I was about five. I was with my neighbor, Meg, who was seventeen. We were eating grilled cheese sandwiches when we heard a knock on the door. We couldn't see who it was, and Meg thought it was my parents home from work early. She opened the door, but it wasn't my parents. It was a man with a gun, he shot Meg in the stomach and she fell to the floor. I hid, but I was crying and he heard me and shot me in the leg. He had already gone to my parents' office building and killed everyone there. When the police and ambulances came, Meg was dead, and I had lost a lot of blood. No one thought I would make it. But I did. Later, we found out that the person who shot me, Meg, my parents, and my parents' co-workers, was a 'friend' of my parents. So I closed out the world. I was scared that if I made friends with someone, something would go wrong. I went to a adoption home and stayed there for three months until Clair, my mom now, adopted me. I barely talked, and when her husband was killed, I completely stopped talking. That is when I was eight. And now, it seems like a whole new world has opened up. Because of you. And I don't want it to end." 

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