What Makes you Beautiful

When Charlotte, or Charlie, starts to get bullied for no reason, she runs away to Ireland. She was being called fat and ugly, being told that nobody wants to be seen with her. When she arrives at Ireland, she runs into the one and only, Niall Horan. Well, sort of. When Niall and the boys find out what happened, they spend the rest of their break trying to convince her how beautiful she is. NO ROMANCE IN THIS STORY


2. What Happened Before

Okay, so here we go. I wanted to start the day before just to show how my life used to be. Got it? Good.

Let's start that afternoon. I remember it perfectly. I was waiting for my friend (or should I say ex-friend?) to come over because she had called me, telling me she had amazing news.

I was so nervous and curious as to what the news was. Let me tell you now that I was so happy for her.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't handle it anymore, she, who shall not be named, busted through the door yelling, "I got the job!!"

I screamed, "That's amazing, [...]!!! You always wanted that job and you worked harder than anyone to get it. You deserve it." Now, at the time, I meant it. And I still would if she didn't do what she did.

She either jumped from foot to foot or clapped with excitement. I can remember. Maybe she did both... okay, off topic. Sorry.

"We need to celebrate." I said. I had asked her if she wanted pizza or burgers. Of course, she had said pizza. So I called up Killer Pizza From Mars and made a reservation. Killer Pizza has the most greasiest, gooey-cheesiest, most amazing pizza I've ever had. We were to go there around five o'clock so we had a couple of hours to hang out.

"So, [...], what are you gonna be doing in your new job?" I'd asked her.

"Since I'm new, I have to start off slow so they put me in the back to unpack all the mods. I know that sounds boring but, Charlie, I got my dream job!"

"I know and I'm proud of you! And speaking of your job, we have to go so we can celebrate. Get your stuff."



We made it to Killer Pizza right at the time of out reservation. The interior of the place was old Sci-fi movies. Like, every single alien or spacey movie know to man. Even though it sounds like every space nerd's dream, it's a great place to be.

"Okay, ladies, you can sit wherever." The cashier said in a bored tone. Well, at least I think that's how she acted.

We went to sit by the window because it was cold in the building.

A perky waitress came and ordered our drinks.

"I'll take the 'Sonic Boom Sweet Tea'." the backstabber- I mean, my ex-friend had said.

"And I'll have the 'Comet Coke'."

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks!" And she walked away. The traitor and I started talking about where she wanted to be in her job.

"Well, I'd kinda like to be somewhere in the front, dealing with the customers or even helping out the manager. He's really cute."

Soon, the waitress came back with our drinks.

"Here is your Sonic Boom Sweet Tea and your Comet Coke. Have y'all chose your choice of pizza yet?" She had asked.

I looked over to the chick I was sitting with and she nodded at me, signaling for me to order. I turned back to the waitress and told her, "Yes, ma'am. We would like two medium Asteroid Belt Pepperoni Pizzas and a side of family-sized Pluto Wings. Spicy."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, ma'am." [...] said. We both smiled at her as she sashayed away.

We talked a few more moments while we waited for our food. Soon, our wings arrive and we pigged out on them.

"I don't think I'll be able to eat the pizza." She said. I looked at her and she looked back with a smirk on her face. "I dare you," she starts. "To eat both pizzas."

Being the daredevil I am, I had agreed. She said that if I won, I would get to talk about my favorite boyband, One Direction. She hates that I talk about them so much so this is big. And if I lost, she gets to brag about getting a job before me. I thought that was fair so we shook on it and and soon as we let each other's hands go, the pizza arrived. We thanked our waitress and I took a deep breath and dug in.

After my fifth slice (the pizzas have eight pieces each), a group of guys that go to my school walked past and looked in. I guess they saw that one pizza was half gone and saw that my face was covered in sauce and my ex-friends face wasn't dirty. I stopped chewing and waved sheepishly at them. They pointed and laughed and walked on. I looked to my 'friend' and she looked like she was trying to hold her laughter in. I asked her if I could stop with my eyes.

"You're doing fine. Keep going." She said, laughing slightly.

I grumbled under my breath but continued. It was for being able to talk about One Direction and even better, Niall Horan.

After about 12 pizza slices, I started to feel queasy, but I was so sure I could squeeze in four more slices. So I did.

As soon as I took that last bite of the crust, I slammed the table and pointed at her, silently telling her I won and she'll have to hear me talk about One Direction. She slowly claps and smiles.



"I still don't understand how you can be so skinny and eat so much." [...] said.

"I have a high metabolism." I told her. Then I said, "You'd better get home before curfew. Plus, we have school tomorrow and we don't want to get your mother into a hissy fit." I told her.

She groans but nods. We said our byes and she left. I decided I was too tired (and full) to do anything, so I changed and crawled into bed. Little did I know, trouble was already brewing.

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