No Chance

Aletheia likes Niall Horan. That doesn't make her any special, all the girls at their school do. What isn't there to like? He's the only one in the whole of the school who got 640 out of 640 in their hardest exam, he's fit and... He's hot. Whereas Aletheia is in the bottom 15 out of 1274 students who did it, she can't play sports at all, and she's just plain. Well what makes her so different that she gets to go live with him? Well, maybe because her house was burned down and she didn't know their parents used to be friends... Watch Niall Horan get 200% more pissed off every day and Aletheia keep claiming she doesn't like him when everyone knows she does.

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1. CHAPTER ONE

ALETHEIA TAILOR, BORN ON THE 12TH OF APRIL IN 1994, NAMED AFTER THE GODDESS OF TRUTH, WITH A STUPID LAST NAME...'s POV...

"Go to school!" Dad says quietly, trying not to wake up Kai. If Kai wakes up, he'll never let me leave.

"Yeah! Bye!" I run out of the door and to the bus stop where El's waiting. "Oi! Eleanor!"

She turns around. "Don't call me that! You faggot, come here." Instead she comes to me and kicks me in the shin. 

"Ow! What the fuck?!?" I cry out, holding it like it's going to fall off.

"I TOLD you not to." 

"Why?!? You asshole!"

She laughs and hugs me. Her face suddenly turns serious. "DON'T." Ah, seriously, this bitch is scary. "There's the bus!"

We board, falling on top of each other on the way in. In front of Niall Horan. As expected, he's in the front seat. Looking at me. Not in a good way though. We get up, and I can see El blushing as we sidestep past Louis Tomlinson, the "third best" guy at school. He looks at us in disgust. Because of this, so does almost everyone else. Long story short, we get dirty looks from a bunch of people we've never talked to. 

Our school's different to everyone else's. At our school, we get placed into classes with the same teacher every year, who teaches according to the brain level we're at. In this case, we're class 13, the lowest of the low. 12 students who share one brain cell. I have one twelfth of that single cell. But it's not like I'm stupid, or El, who's in this class too. We're just lazy.

Which brings us to Niall Horan. He's at the top of the top 5 students list, academically. And physically. The four just behind him are so close, but apparently they didn't want the top spot so they deliberately got a couple of questions wrong. They're the 5 who no one dislikes, but it seems they dislike everyone, that we're beneath their notice. Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson. The big 5.

Which brings us to when I actually thought I had a chance with Niall Horan.

"Dad!" I say in my sweetest voice. "How did you ask out Mum?" 

"I asked her out, easy."

"... Dad. HOW?"

"Letter."

"Letter? Okay, thanks!"

"What... Okay..." 

"Kai!"

My baby comes running at me. I catch him and give him a cuddle. He's obviously not a baby, but he's cuter than one. And yes, he's a toy poodle. But he's adorable. Adorable isnt pink and shaved at stupid places, adorable is Kai. "How should I write it?" I mumble, stroking him.

 Dogs can't talk, idiot. Get started, my head tells itself.

Fine! I snap at myself. Shut up.

Right, let's do this.

 

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UNORGANISED GIRL CAN'T EVEN MAKE A COVER YET... HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT SO FAR THOUGH IT'S STUPID, BUT IT'S THE FIRST CHAPTER. THE FIRST CHAPTER IS ALWAYS AWKWARD FOR ME AND IT NEVER WORKS. I WILL MAKE DUH COVER. PLEASE GIVE LOVE, FAVOURITE, LIKE OR COMMENT OR FAN, COMMENTS ARE MY FAVOURITE THOUGH. ALSO  GIV OTHER PEOPLE POSITIVE FEEDBACK, THERE ARE SOME AMAZING AUTHORS ON HERESEEE

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