Something Great

Nicole has grown up in North America on the East coast ever since she was born. She had long brown hair that met the middle of her back and brown/caramel eyes. Her life was pretty good in America. Good grades and she was in a great school. But when she turned 13 everything changed. Her dad got fired from his job. It has always been just her and her dad. Her mom took her brother to some place she was never told about when she was born. Nicole never knew why she wasn't aloud to know though. Nicole was taken to London when she found out her father got fired. He said something about a new start. He had a terrible new start. Her father used to be loving and caring but ever since he got fired he got into drugs, cigarettes, alcohol; the works. Nicole has worked multiple jobs ever since her dad has started all this. She has to pay for everything he wants. When her father goes over the edge one night and sends Nicole out onto the streets, what will happen to her? Will she ever be happy? Will a certain guy come into the picture?

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1. chapter 1

Chapter 1

NICOLE P.O.V.

I slowly walk down Main Street enjoying the warm air that I usually don't get here in London. The warmth spreads through me and gives me the warm kind of chills. As I walk I make sure not to hit anyone with my guitar case.

I play guitar in the park for about one hour and sometimes more everyday so I can raise money.

Now, I'm not raising money for some charity unless you count my druggie of a father a charity. Yup. I have to work everyday for his "needs". His needs consist of cigarettes, drugs, and a crap load of alcohol. Of course that leads up to the beatings. Twice a day I might add.

He wasn't always like this at all. He used to be a hard working dad and proud of me in whatever I was doing. But when my dad loss his job, we immediately moved to London. I haven't even seen my brother and mom since ever. I never meet my brother or my mom. I'm 19 now.

I know, my life sounds pretty sucky. And I know, you're probably asking why I haven't tried to run away. You really think I haven't thought of that? My dad never sleeps. His needs keep him up 24/7. I tried about 5 times now? Yeah that's right, okay and he's always caught me. I don't even want to bring up the pain I'd gotten from those specific beatings.

I didn't even notice I was crying until I felt the coolness of a tear gracefully roll down my left cheek. I quickly wiped it away before anyone could see.

I could see my bench from here. That bench has been my bench since I was 13 when I moved to London. I've played guitar on it for these 6 years. This way my happy place.

Once I got there I laid down my guitar case on the ground just to the left of my old, ratty converses. I picked up my classic acoustic guitar and sighed happily to myself.

I noticed some people that usually come over around this time just to listen to me walk over with smiles on their faces. It always has made me so happy to put a smile on other peoples face by doing something I love.

I kept my guitar case open just in case I get some tips.

I smiled as I started to play the introduction to "A Daydream Away" by All Time Low. I always loved this song. I don't have like any special someone in my life. I never had time anyway. And besides, why would anyone like me?

I pushed my thoughts aside as I started to sing the first line. I smiled all the way through it and I noticed some new people come around.

There was this boy or came with a huge grin on his face. He was wearing some blue jeans, a green hoodie, and nike shoes that I've seen boys wear around town. I didn't want to stare but I couldn't help it. His blue eyes hypnotized me the minute I saw them.

I quickly looked away as I need to finish the guitar solo part of the song. I sang the last bit of the song and then I heard some people applaud and some people put some ones and fives in my case.

"That should be enough if he just wants the cheap beer that he likes." I thought to myself. I smiled at the people and said polite thank yous. I saw the boy with the blue eyes smile and walk away.

I don't know why but it saddened me to see him leave. But I needed to get over it. I mean, like I said he would never like me.

I had been over about 8 more songs at the end of my hour when I noticed a familiar green hoodie through a crowd of people. I smiled to myself as a sang.

When he was at the front of the group that had gathered around to listen to me I noticed he wasn't alone. He had brought four other boys with him. They all wore practically the same thing but with sunglasses on. All the boys had their mouths open a bit. I don't know why. I'm not really that good.

With that thought I decided to finish up my song early. Once I had strummed the last chord I let people put a few more pounds ( pounds = dollars in London ) in my case but then when I saw no one else was going to, I put my guitar in.

I was just about to close the case when I noticed a twenty land inside.

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't accept this." I said politely standing up not knowing who I was talking too. I really could accept this but my mother told me always to be polite and humble about things.

I turned around to meet a pair of amazing blue eyes staring back at me.

"It's okay love really. I think you're amazing. You deserve it." He said pushing the bill back at me.

People had listened to me but never said that I was that good.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to give it back to him so I just let it fall to the ground. The boy watched it fall with a confused look on his face.

"Thank you but I really can't except that much so..." I said as I scratched the back of my neck. When I brought my arm down I caught a glimpse of my watch. 3:56! Oh god I'm gonna be late!

The boy had reached down and grabbed the dollar and my hand and carefully but the bill into my much smaller hand compared to his.

"Please keep it. You're very good at guitar and singing and I think you could be big." He said to me with a smile and a small chuckle.

I blushed at his words. I'm not very good at compliments.

I smiled at him and said thank you again but I pushed the bill back into his hand and backed up. I turned around and notice there were four more twenties in my case.

Blues eyes friends had all put one in and were now smiling at me with perfect smiles all perfected by dimples and their jawlines.

I held my mouth open shocked at their actions.

"I can't accept this." I said firmly but with a smile. It was almost four and I really needed to get to my next job.

They all responded with a chorus of "please do" and "you're amazing". I sighed and smiled as I turned back around to the boy with the blue eyes.

"Fine. Thank you guys so much." I said while I took the remaining twenty out of the blond haired boys hand.

I saw it was actually brunette at the roots. This boy was cute. Okay maybe not but actually very, very handsome. I turned away blushing and bent down to close my case I put the 5 twenties out of the case though behind one of the benches legs.

I stood up to find the four boys smiling at me obviously I had put the 100 pounds on the ground.

"You really are as amazing at guitar and singing as our mate Niall said. Not to mention how beautiful he said you were." One boy said with brown hair and deep brown eyes.

I blushed immediately and looked at my feet. I didn't dare look at the the boy with blue eyes who they call Niall. I imagined he was blushing. My thoughts where validated when I heard a voice go,

"Awwwww look at little Nialler blushing!"

Okay now I'm really embarrassed.

"Uh okay, ummm thank you for listening and uh complimenting me I uh I don't know but I really have to go bye!" I said that all really fast kind of speed walking to my next job down the street.

I heard a chorus of laughs and goodbyes coming from behind me.

As I reached the main sidewalk by the road I slowed down as I thought about Niall. He was beautiful. And his accent sent small chills down my spine.

I smiled to myself and I walked through the door to my favorite music shop. I work here everyday from 4 to 6 and then I go home to put all the money I made that day to my dad.

I do all that work and then I have to fork it all over to my dad.

I had just finished putting my guitar in the back room when I saw the door open.

Niall walked in. Whoa. Did he follow me orrrrrr did he not have any interest in me at all and just wanted to newest album of his favorite band and this just happened to be the store he wanted to buy it from. I'm gonna go with option number two.

I walked cautious up to him since I was the only other person on the floor at the moment that wasn't busy and the guy did look confused.

"Hello uh can I help you?" I asked in a small voice but with a smile as I tapped him on his shoulder.

He turned around and when he saw me he put the biggest smile I've ever seen on a boy. I smiled back at him of course. His happiness was contagious.

"I thought you went in here but I didn't know you worked here even though yeah you like music I can tell by your musical talents that are pretty much given by god I c-" he started to rant when he saw me but quickly stopped himself and started to madly blush mumbling sorry.

I couldn't help but laugh at how weird this was. Why is he getting so worked up over me?

"It's okay." I said with a small laugh.

He smiled at me as he looked me in my eyes.

His eyes were....wow. They were beautiful compared to my ordinary brown eyes.

He stared at me for a while just smiling. I started to be uncomfortable and cleared my throat awkwardly and he snapped back to reality.

He blushed and just pushed something into my hands and he's dashed out the door blushing like a mad man. I watched him walk until he was a out of sight. It was then that I looked into my hands to find the five twenties I had put underneath the bench.

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