Grace Sims is a nobody. She doesn't have any friends unless you consider her family her friends. She is on her second year at High School. All year she's never had any friends. Not one. When a new student comes they're might be hope. A blonde named Niall offers Grace friendship. But Grace is a shy, lonely, lost, and broken girl, who could use some fixing. Niall spends a few days trying to figure out her. What's her story that's broken her to dust. Why can't she smile or be happy? What was so bad that it changed her life drastically. Niall's #1 goal now is to help her smile and be happy. He won't give up. That's not Niall Horan. Could he really make her smile?

*Niall NOT famous*


16. Can you smell trouble?

*at school, Tues

~short chapter*

I asked to go the bathroom and left the class. My palms were sweaty and I was shaking. I jumped at little things such as papers falling. Where is he when I need him? I walked in and splashed water on my face. My hands were red and shaky. Oh crap. I felt a gush of wind and looked. It came from the window. I heard a swing and looked at the door, it opened. Who was it? Please, oh please god don't! Dang it, it was her. Brittany all alone.

"Well, look at a nobody in her natural habitat." She said laughing. I backed away from her not wanting to fight and get in more trouble. I can smell the trouble, can you?

"Please, Brittany I don't want this." I say pleading. This is why all of this... She ran at me and knee'd me in the face. I fell to the ground feeling my face go numb. Not again..

"Get up and fight like you did on Friday." She said taunting me and my adrenaline rush. God I hate her.

"Stop while you can." I say rising and fixing myself up. She kicks me in the head and again I fall. I can hardly pick myself up. I need to rest and fight. How? Where are you Ni?

"What's wrong? Is something holding you back?" She says laughing to herself. Apparently I am cracking her up. I get up and hold the wall as I stumble. I need to steady myself. She walks over and slaps then punches me. I bend down in pain and discomfort. She knees me again. I fall and slowly start to faint away. Oh no, please not this. I open my eyes in-and-out. I am flashing into reality and consciousness at once. I have a headache and see Brittany doing something with her phone. She is taking pics. But of me or her? I groan and get up slowly. Taking things nice and easy.

"It's only been about 12 minutes. You're fine. Get over it. The school is going to love this." She says before stalking off. I clutch my stomach and throw-up. I wipe my mouth and walk off feeling nauseous. I walk to class where Niall is. I walk in and eyes are all on me. I feel like a circus freak.

"Ms.Simms, are you okay?" My teacher ask. I look up and fall to my knees. Niall jumps up and runs to me.

"What happened?" He says pressuring me to talk.

"Brittany..." Is all I can say before the teacher comes to us.

"Grace, I am calling the nurse. You're going home now!" She says without giving me a chance to speak. Just what I need. Niall eyes me sorrily. I get up and walk to the mirror and see I have a black eye and bruises all over. Thanks Brittany. Can't ask for anyone else to make me look how I feel. I throw-up again and it looks and taste horrible. I fall and throw-up for three minutes. Everyone stares, some take pics, few ask if I am okay. My stomach is burning and so is my throat,

"Help me." I beg. The pain is so unbearable. I am crying and pain burst all over me. My beatings never were this bad. Something is definitely wrong here. I feel my stomach roll around. Niall is talking to the teacher, what is he saying? The nurse walks in and ask me loads of questions I can't answer at the moment. Soon a medic truck arrives and I walk to the truck with the nurse and a throw-up bucket. I get in and nap. I could smell all the trouble since I got to school.

*sorry guys, I thought that it was updating but it wasn't so just ignore all my past, recent A/N

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