The Angel And The Red Head (Niall Horan Love Story)

Amelia Pearson is your typical seventeen year old beauty. Yea, she's popular, but does she like that... no. But will a certain fallen Angel change her average life... Will Niall let her uncover secrets she didn't know about herself?

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2. High school=Drama

Right now I was in geometry class. Blah. I hate all of the classes but I somehow get the best grades, even though I'm probably one of the least smartest people here. In this class I get to sit next to one of the many high school jocks.. woo. He's tried to touch my waist or my butt many times, that's probably why this is like my least favorite class.

 

"And you can now put the measurements in a ratio." Mr.Piper says setting the cleanex marker down on his desk. There were many numbers scribbled on the board, and since I really wasn't paying attention I didn't know what to do. Oh well, I guess I'm winging it.

I moved my pencil across the paper not really knowing what I'm doing. I look up and see the class's nerd walking up to Mr.Piper with a finished paper, and that paper probably contains neat written correct answers. Sighing and shaking my head I finish up my answers and walk up to the teacher. 

He looks through his thick glassed glasses skimming over my answer. He looks up at me and nods in approval handing it back to me. I roll my eyes and take it back to my seat, shoving it in my folder after. 

 

"Can you help me with this question?" I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn my attention to the jerk-oops-I mean jock, Zeke.

"What Zeke?" I sigh through my nose. He points to probably the most easiest question on there."Seriously."

"What?" He defends himself. I shake my head and explain the problem to him making sure I don't have to repeat myself.

"Oh. Now I have it." He smirks. I give an annoyed smile and pull out my book "The Dark Closet."

 

Somehow I have a feeling Zeke didn't need help with that question. I shake off the stares boys are giving me and focus on the text in my book. I always have liked reading, especially about paranormal things like this. I guess I just wish that humans aren't the only thing on this planet.

 

Finally Mr.Piper dismisses class, and luckily that was the last class of the day. I smile to myself and gather up my things, I want to get to my locker before my "friends" swarm. After double checking I flee out the door into the somewhat crowded hallway. Thankfully I made it to my locker alive. Locker 207.

 

I spun my combination on the lock and shoved my stuff in it, and getting out the stuff I needed. I felt another tap on my shoulder and looked up to see none other than the king of all jocks, Mark.

"Yes, Mark?" I ask adjusting my bag on my shoulder. He leans against the locker next to mine.

"I was wondering if you, ya know, wanted to hang out this weekend." He says giving a winning smile.

"No thanks." I replied slamming my locker. I just walked out the doors but felt a hand on my shoulder, slightly jerking me back.

I looked up to see Mark with an annoyed, angry, and confused look."What did you say?"

"I. Don't. Wanna. Go. On. A. Date." I spoke in parts so it could get through his mustard seed sized brain.

 

"Why not?" He asked confused. I sighed angrily.

"Look. I don't want to. Okay? Okay." I turned around but he snaked a wrist around my waist and spun me around so I practically smashed into him. God, this will not end well. Where's Mason?! Grr, this is the time when a little bro comes in handy.

 

"I'm sure you wouldn't want to turn me down." He whispered.

"But I do." I spat. I squirmed around in his tight grip but he wouldn't budge, my small figure was nothing compared to him. 

"Quit squirming, babe." He chuckled. Babe? UH NO. 

"Let me go!" I yelled pounding on his chest.

 

"Aye, that's not how you treat a lady." Both me and Mark looked up to see a boy standing there. He had blonde hair, dark , and practically all black clothes. Intimidating.

"What's it to you." Mark nodded to him, tightening his grip on me, god damn it that hurts.

"Just let her go." The boy spoke behind clenched teeth. Mark rolled his eyes and let me go. I literally ninja jumped backwards, getting as far as possible from both of them.

 

"See ya later." Mark winked. With that he walked away to his group of friends. I glanced up at blondie and was relieved when I saw Mason approaching behind him. 

"Hey. Who's this." Mason breathed, I'm guessing he's referring to the boy.

"Uh, he's uh-"

"Her boyfriend." The boy said. My mouth was open and my eyes were wide. How could he say that?! He's not my b-boyfriend! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM!

"Oh really, you never told me you had a boyfriend." Mason wiggled his eyebrows. I still had the same expression. The boy came and stood next to me, swinging an arm around my shoulder. I flinched away a little but I couldn't let Mason notice.

"I'm Niall." The boy says holding his hand out. They shake hands and I let out the breath I was holding in.

"Um, Mason go get in the car." I say handing him the keys."And no you cannot drive." He frowned at the words I added and went over to the car hopping in the passengers seat. 

 

I take Niall's arm from my shoulder and back away.

"What the hell was that! I don't know you!" I yelled. I don't care if students are watching.

"But I know you." With those words he turned on his heal to walk away.

 

Niall. What a devilish name.

 

 

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