So lets begin the story at the first day of school. When I first met him. Now before we go any further lets just say that him and I didn't get along at the start.
"Seriously though Em this could be your year to shine." My best friend Rosetta said.
I rolled my eyes at her.
"Why do I want to 'shine' anyway?" I asked her.
Her eyes were on the road.
"Because I know the real you and it's not that shy girl that no one ever talks to at school. Its the hilarious girl that brights up anyones mood." She told me.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Rose it's fine, besides socializing at school isn't really my strong suit anyway."
She parked the car in the student parking lot. "Everyone will love the real you."
"It's not going to happen Rose." I told her.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Whatever."
I got out of the car and grabbed my bag.
"Harry." Rose said as our friend Harry Styles came up to us.
She gave Harry a hug. He hugged her back. He whispered something in her ear. They then broke apart and Harry came over and gave me a hug.
"Hey Harry." I said.
"Hi Em." He said.
He let me go.
"Glad your here I was sure you were going to move." He told me.
"Nah, I've decided to stick here for another year." I smiled.
Harry and Rose were in their own conversation, so I decided to go to my locker. I bumped into someone.
"Watch were your going." He snapped.
"Sorry." I apologized while I picked up my stuff.
I caught a quick glimpse of him. He had tattoos on his arm and he had piercings on his face. I almost gagged myself. He had blonde hair, obviously died.
"Well I'd like to get to my locker." He said irritated.
"Sorry." I mumbled as I got out of his way.
He ignored me and walked by. I walked to my locker. I opened the locker door and I placed my bag inside.
This year is going to be the best year yet. I told myself.
The bell rung.
I walked to the cafeteria. I sat at the table with Rose and Harry.
"One more class." I sighed.
They smiled at me and laughed.
"Hey have you seen the new kid?" I asked them.
They looked at each other.
"Theres a new kid?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, he had an Irish accent. Tattoos and piercings." I told them.
They shook their heads. Maybe I was just imagining it[I wish thats what actually happened, but what happened next was shocking]. I saw him. He entered the room with a flat cap on.
"There." I pointed at him.
They turned their heads to look at him.
"He's hot." Rose said.
Harry shoot a look at her and she put her hands up in defense.
"Sorry." She said. "Just saying he is. Hey Ems maybe you should go talk to him."
"Um, no. I like to keep the people who I talk two keep the piercings on their ears." I told her.
She laughed. "Hey for all you know he can be a real nice guy. Don't judge him by his cover."
"Or, he's a mass serial killer." I said.
Next class was, well it wasn't exactly choir, but it was at the same time. It's semi instruments and vocals. I walked into the class and quietly took the seat in the back of the class.
As the bell rung everyone came rushing in. He was the last one in. Piercing boy. All the seats were taken, but the one next to me. I gulped.
He's not a serial killer. I thought
"Hey didn't you run into me this morning?" He asked me.
God, was his accent thick. I nodded my head.
"Cat got your tongue?" He asked me.
I shrugged and looked at the desk. I couldn't talk to him! I'm shy like no tomorrow. I'm only comfortable to talk around the people who I already know.
"Shy Grace?" He asked.
"T-thats not my name." I stuttered.
"I know, just a saying." He laughed. "But on the topics of names whats yours?"
"Good afternoon class sorry I'm late." Ms. Z said.
The class mumbled something.
"Okay, I know most classes aren't handing out assignments on the first day, but this assignment will take up all of trimester one, so we're starting a bit early." She said.
I moaned along with the rest of the class.
"Anyway, what we will be doing is creating a song. Lyrics rhythm and you and your partner will make the music and melody." She said.
I looked around the class to see if there was anyone who I knew in the class. None.
"Your partner will be the person sitting next to you. Right now I want you guys to get to know your partner before anything else happens." She said.
I turned to Piercing boy.
"Well, can you play an instrument?" He asked me.
"Y-yeah bass and drums." I stuttered.
He placed his hand under my chin.
"Stuttering is not attractive love." He said.
"What can you play?" I asked him.
"I can play the guitar. What about vocals? Can you do that?" He asked me.
"No, I sound like a dying cat, so your put on vocals." I told him.
"I guess." He shrugged.
The bell rung. I picked up my books.
"Winter." I stuck my hand out to him. "Emma Winter."
He took my hand and shook it. "Niall Horan."
Little did I know that hand shake ruined my life forever.