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?


1. What A Life

Maybe if I fake a stomach ache I can't go to school. Or the classic, rub your fore head to get a temperature! I wish, my mum probably wouldn't let me stay home if I broke my neck. I already have straight A's so what's the point in going?


I sighed getting up from my bed and stretched, letting a small yawn escape my lips. After stroking my cat, Ronny, I trudged to my wardrobe. What to wear, what to wear? Anything, if I dress like I'm homeless people will be attracted to me. I decided on a white dress that goes thigh length, and is a little lacy, but it was formal enough to wear to school. Then followed by the dress I put on a black blazer, and some sandals. 


Good thing I don't wear make up or else I'd be getting ready for hours. After smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress I shoved my phone in the pocket of my bag, along with some necessities and my iPod. I just combed through my hair a little with my fingers, not really caring.


While slinging the bag over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was satisfied, so then I scurried out of my room and down the stairs. In the kitchen I'm sure my mum will already be down there cooking breakfast, along with my little brother Mason. He's only two years younger than me, fifteen, but ya know he's little in age.


When I reached the bottom of the stairs my prediction came true and my mother was flipping pancakes. My brother and I must get our good looks from my mum. She has medium length black hair, blazing green eyes, and a complexion so great she could look fake. My brother carried on the black hair, but has dark brown eyes probably passed down from my.. dad.


And there goes a good morning, thinking about my dad. He passed, and what's even worse is that he was murdered... by his own brother! Yea, I thought my uncle was the best until he took my dad's life. And now I absolutely despise of him; good thing he'sin jail!


"Want some?" My mother asks making me snap out of my thoughts. 

"Sure." I nod taking the plate from her that contained a pancake. I sat at the breakfast bar next to my brother who was devouring his.. typical teenage boy.

"So." My mom says leaning on the counter with a dish rag in her left hand."How do you guys feel about going to Crystal lake, just to get away for the weekend." It was Friday, but I don't know if I wanna go there because that was dad's favourite place.


Me and Mason exchange glances before bobbing our heads in agreement. She smiles and sighs in relief.

"Okay, get outta here or else you'll be late." She gestured her hands for us to give her a hug. Both me and my brother put our dishes in the sink and hugged mum, and a kiss on the cheek.


"Let's go squirt." I say ruffling his hair.

"Aye, this takes an hour." He gestures to his hair. Me and my mother both laugh before we fled the door.

"Can I drive?" My brother asks.

"In your dreams." I reply twirling the keys in my hand, making my way over to the driver's seat. He mumbles a "whatever" and slumps in the passenger seat. I just laugh and start pulling out of the exceptionally large driveway. 


When we got there me and my brother both broke off into our "popular" groups I guess you could say. 

"Amy Lee!" My friends squeeled. Their nick name for me is Amy Lee, and I absolutely hate it. They aren't even my real friends, they just 'need' to be in a 'group.'


"Hey guys." I grumbled. They ignored my attitude and crowded around me as I was putting my books in my locker.

"Amelia we have something to tell you." Charlotte exclaimed moving her pin point blonde hair slightly off her shoulder.

"What?" I wasn't even interested.

"Oh Kaylie, you tell her." Charlotte whined. Kaylie nodded, making her brown hair bob.

"Okay, you know Mark, like senior Mark? Well, rumour has it he's gonna ask you out this weekend."

"Well, I really do not care. And if he does I can't 'cause I'm going on a small vacation this weekend." I replied slamming the metal door.

"You would t-turn down Mark?" They all said in sync, which was quite creepy. I nodded serious and left my "friends" standing there with mouths agape.




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