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


1. The New Kid

Stella's P.O.V.

"Let's give a warm Trojan High School welcome to our newest student, Niall Horan, all the way from Ireland!" says my teacher, Mrs. Daugherty. She must be at least ninety, and doesn't bother to hide it. I roll my eyes disdainfully. If I were him, I would die of embarrassment. I fiddle with my lime green Converse laces and sigh. There is an empty desk next to me, which means, of course, Niall will be sitting next to me. And sure enough, "Niall, why don't you have a seat next to Stella. Stella, raise your hand so he knows where you are." I half-heartedly raise my hand, and when he sees me and grins, I drop my hand and my gaze. He slings his backpack onto the floor beside his desk and looks at me. Refusing to meet his gaze, I cough, uncomfortable. "So, Stella, nice to meet you," says Niall. His green eyes are so...bright and full of life. The opposite of my dull gray ones. I nod my head, and, realizing I don't talk, he turns around and taps his pencil on his desk, confused. I tear through my page of algebra and when the bell rings, I am out the door before anyone else even drops their pencil. I grab a plastic tray, a milk, a wrap, a cookie, a yogurt, and a fruit cup. Then I race out the door into the courtyard. I settle under my oak tree (well its not mine but no one else comes here) and take a bite of my wrap. Then I whip out my notebook. I read through what I have again, then scribble in some more lyrics. All of a sudden, a shadow blocks the sunlight that was shining on my notebook. Uh-oh. It is probably the principal telling me I can't be here, that it is 'too far away from the school'. But when I look up, it is Niall. He sits beside me and peers over my shoulder, trying to see what i have written. I slam my hand down to block what I have written. "Whoa," he says softly, as if talking to an unruly animal. "I just wanted to see what you have written in there. Is it a diary or something?" He means it as a joke, but it rubs me the wrong way. "Actually it is a song, ok? Now leave me alone!" "You have a voice!" he tesaes me. I turn to him. "I told you what I write, aren't you happy?" "No," he says. "Because you aren't." I scoff, "What is this, lover boy straight from Ireland?" He laughs, and says, "Don't you have any friends to hang out with?" "No," I reply, "because no one likes me." "That is not true," he protests. "I am sure someone likes you." The bell rings, and I stand up and gather my things. "Don't count on it," I return and walk away.

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