Another World

An odd story about a house. It started as a school project and ended up with something else. Niall was drawn to the house and I was attracted to. None of us realized what we had started. We didn't know it was too late, not until Harry Styles stood before us.


3. Taking photos

The next day at school the teacher sis so that everyone had a camera. 
"You'll shoot your house, as you have chosen, and collect images that mean something." 
Niall smiled and looked at me quickly. He seemed fond of that lesson and he seemed not to care that I didn't want to work with him. 
"So today you get off from school. Tomorrow you shall find information about the houses and make sure that you are doing a good job." 
All stood up and almost flew out of the classroom. I sighed and trudged tired after Niall. He didn't say much, but I saw at him that he enjoyed the lesson.


When we got to the house we stayed on the same spot where I had been the day before. Niall jumped off his bike and he smiled with his whole face. Actually, he looked pretty and I saw a more normal guy, behind the usually quiet facade. 
"I just love this place." he said, and I saw that his eyes shone. I went after him and we walked around the house. 
"So what should we write about and what should we shoot?" I got out of me. Niall laughed lightly and I noted that he really could laugh. 
"Come on. It's a house and all the houses are beautiful if you find the right angle." 
I was surprised. 
"The right angle?" 
Niall smiled at me, then he pointed up toward the windows on the second floor. 
"Look at them. They're like taken from an ancient time. Just think what they have seen?"
I looked up at the windows, but for me it was just old windows that would soon fall apart. 
Niall stood near me and he made ​​sure I looked towards the façade. 
"Use your imagination!" he said, almost dreamily. "Don't you see that the house talking to you? It's as if it cry for help and it's not the house's fault that nobody wants to live there." 
I frowned and stared at the house. 
"But it's a hovel?" 
Niall snorted. 
"You are like everyone else, you can't see the beauty in something that is old. You can't see it as the house exudes?" 
I chose to look at Niall again. 
"The house talking with you?" 
He seemed to flinch and then he smiled at me. 
"Yes, in a way, the house talking with me. I listen, but you closed that door."
He began to walk towards the entrance. I followed. I was prepared for the worst in the house and I wondered if it was safe to walk in? Niall was still confident and when we came into the hall, my thoughts fell silent. There was a large staircase that led up to the upper floor. From the ceiling hung an old lamp that was made for candles. There was a picture on the wall, which represented an old lady from the past. Niall saw that I was startled and he smiled at me. 
"Now perhaps you understand? You can see so much if you just forget about the ugly part." 
I sighed. 
"So we'll take photos of this?" 
Niall laughed and nodded. He picked up the camera and began to walk around the hall. He photographed the stairs, blackboard and walls. I tried to see the same thing that he saw, but I didn't succeed.


I elected to walk around alone. I got into an old library and few books remained. It was as if the previous owner just left the house and threw together what he wanted to save. There was an old sofa, a desk and a broken lamp that hung from the ceiling. I walked over to a bookshelf and looked at the books. They were old and it wasn't anything that I wanted to read, in modern times.

"Sure it's a story behind everything?" 
I spun around and saw Niall. He came into the room and he was photographed everything. 
"You're different!" I got up. I don't know if it sounded mean or if he took it as a regular comment. He laughed a little bit and looked quickly at me. 
"You too!" 
I snorted. 
"But I'm not the one who's silent in school and that pulls me away. You don't even have friends?" 
Niall stopped and he just stared at me. He thought, and then he smiled again. 
"You don't know who I am. You don't know me, so how can you know that I don't have any friends?" 

I felt silly, I felt mean. 
"You're never with a single person at the school." I said quickly. "And you never talk to anybody." 
Niall didn't care. 
"I'm not the type to hang out with people like you do. If you want to know the truth, I have friends, but not at school."
I didn't believe him. I smiled weakly and I tried to imagining how his friends were. 
"You mean you want to have friends, but no one wants to be your friend?" 
Niall shook his head. He continued to take photos of the room and then he smiled at me. 
"And what about you, you just hang together with Emma, and you don't talk to many others in the school. Call that odd?" 
I balked. 
"I talk to many people?" 
Niall came up to me and he looked straight into my eyes. 
"But I don't know anything about. Yet don't I matter about you, who you hang out with. I will let you be alone with your life, and I understand that friends are important to you." 
I snorted. 
"But I'm talking in school. You just shut up?" 
He was standing way too close to me, but I refused to move. 
"And?" he whispered, and I felt like a girl that was stared. 
"I'm sorry." I mumbled quickly. "But everyone's talking about you?" 
Niall smiled awry. He didn't move and he was still staring straight into my eyes. 
"Let them talk." he whispered. "In ten years they wont even remember that I was there and they will forget who Niall was." 
I was shaking all over. There was something about Niall that affected me. I had no idea if it was something good or something bad. I felt just how he influenced my whole body and I was almost afraid of him. 
"Shall we continue?" I whispered. He smiled and nodded. 
"Yes, that's why we're here?"

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