Niall Horan is the most popular boy in Westfield High School. When the new girl, Macie McCoy, arrives, Niall's view on girls completely changes. Will Macie let him into his life? Or will she just shun him out like every other guy that tried hooking up with her? This may seem like the cliché bad boy story, but let me tell you. It's not.


1. Chapter 1

Macie's POV

'Do we really have to move?' I thought to myself. This is the third time this year, and hopefully the last. I hate moving. That means new school, new house, trying to make friends. I just can't deal with it. My parents always tell me, "oh, honey! You'll be fine! You will make plenty of new friends!" Yeah, no. It never really seems to work out that way. But hey, maybe this town and school will be different. I can only hope for the best.

Oh, let me introduce myself. I'm Macie McCoy, I currently live in Vermont, I'm 18 years old and it's my senior year of high school. I'm kind of short, maybe about 5'3". I have long dirty blonde hair that goes to about the middle of my back and I have gray-blue eyes. My favorite color is aqua and I have an obsession with iced coffee. But enough about me, lets get back to the story.

"Macie! Come help with these boxes!" My mom shouted. I rolled my eyes as a moan slipped from my mouth, "coming!" I trudge down the stairs and head over to my mom. "Okay, so take this box and place it in the trunk of the car, please." I nodded my head confirming I heard her order. Her face became puzzled, "are you okay, Mace?" I shrugged my shoulders as if nothing was wrong, everything was wrong honestly. "Well, kinda. I just don't want to move AGAIN!" I stormed off and placed the box in the trunk. At the last second, I see a foot in the corner of my eye. I quickly dart in the opposite direction, avoiding the fall. "What the hell dude?!" My little brother, Max, tried tripping me yet again. And my reaction was the same every time, shocked. "Hey, watch your language, Macie," he snapped. "Oh shut up. Not like you haven't heard it before. Besides, you're 13. You're old enough to the point were I don't care anymore," I hissed, playfully hitting his head.

All the trucks and cars were finally loaded up and it was time to travel to our new town. Westfield.


After hours of driving that felt like forever, we finally pulled into the driveway of our new house. It was a lot bigger than ones we previously lived in. "Okay, Macie. Your father and I decided that since we move a lot, and it's your senior year..." she trailed off. "What is the point you're trying to make?" "We decided to let you have the master room." My eyes widened, "OMG OMG! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squealed. I bolted up straight to my new, large room. Damn, was it big. Oh and finally my own bathroom. I explored my room some more finding something I always dreamed of. A huge walk in closet. "Wow," I whispered under my breath. "Do you like it?" I hear a voice come from the doorway. I turn my head to see my mom. I walk over to her, "yes I love it. Thank you!" She pulled me into a hug a kissed my head. "The movers will bring your bed up in a little bit. Bring in a few boxes of your clothes so you can pick out what to wear. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." She walked away leaving me with that information. *sigh* First day of senior year. At least I'm not starting in the middle of the year like last time.


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