Better Than This

Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Prologue (p.
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Worthless.
Pathetic.
Waste of space.
A mistake.
Just a few of the names my family call me.
Queer.
Faggot.
Scum.
A nobody.
The names I got from school.
Most of them are true, really.
I am a nobody.
I am scum.
I am a waste of space.
It would be better if I just wasn't here all together, but I feel I need to prov
e something of myself. I don't know what, but when I get to it, I will. I'm Nial
l Horan, but of course, you don't care. Not many do.
My Uncle says he cares. That's a lie. No one does. And if they do, it's a cover
up. The only reason why people they say they care, is because they want somethin
g. Whether it's money. A job. A home. Sex. Either way, it's all just a lie. Love
is a lie. It doesn't exist. It's just a way to feel wanted. Or as the song goes
, love is just a second-hand emotion.
Love between family, that may be real, or it may be a lie. Maybe they just care
for you because you're their own flesh and blood. You're a way of keep the famil
y name going.
I used to be loved. I was loved by my whole family. My mum. My brother. My dad.
They all loved me. And then my mum died. My brother and dad hated me. Correction
, they do hate. There's no past tense in this. They blamed me for her death.
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"Worthless." They spat.
"Pathetic." They hissed.
"Waste of space." They growled.
"A mistake." They sneered.
That's how I got here. At my Uncle's place in Wolverhampton. Mullingar was no pl
ace for me. My Uncle said it's just bring me down. But why should he care? I'm j
ust his nephew. I'll get in his way. But he still insists he cares and will get
me back on track. He can't help me. I'm so far off the track, I may as well be o
n a planet. I don't even know the difference between right and wrong. Everything
I did was wrong. I never did anything right, according to my brother.
I go to school in 3 weeks. Ha. School. School was exactly like home. The school
populars would beat me and make snide jokes. It affected me badly, just remindin
g me of home. This school would be exactly the same. The only difference is the
name, and the fact we don't have to wear uniform.
I'm building a wall around myself. No one can get in. I won't let anyone knock i
t down, no even Uncle Paul. I'm not going to be the soft, little Irish lad anymo
re. I'll stick up for myself. I'll be strong. My walls will not crumble. I may b
e worthless, waste of space and a mistake. But I'm going to prove my father wron
g.
I am not pathetic.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Prologue (p.3 of 3)
This is the prologue of the new Niam fanfic that I had ideas for:D Unforunately
the first paragraph won't be up until I finished either my Nouis fanfic or my Ha
rry fanfic, but I won't forget it! I'll write random bits of the first chapter i
n my free time so don't worry:)
BUT
Guys,
maybe
ation
ayn's
I need a cover. The website I usually use has shut down so I was thinking
one of you guys could make it? Whoever makes the best one will get a dedic
and will be in the story. Not a main part, but either Louis', Harry's or Z
girlfriend:D
So, yeaah:) Hope you enjoyed the prologue and get to making them covers;)
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter One (p.1 of 6)
I know the prologue was in Niall's POV...but the story will be in mainly Liam's
POV:)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Liam's POV
A new day of school. A new school year.
I smiled as I brushed my sandy, blonde hair. I was wear a light blue top that ha
d 3 buttons at the top, the top one undone. I was also wearing dark grey chinos
with a light pink jacket and my white high tops with 2 velcrow straps at the top
. I grabbed my black manbag and jogged down the stairs. My mum was in the lounge
, watching the news, with my dad. I said a quick hello before walking into the k
itchen. I grabbed the box of cocoa pops and a bowl and made myself a bowl of cer
eals. I contemplated how I shall eat my breakfast this morning. Fork, or drink i
t from the bowl? Fork. I'm not in the mood to change my top.
Once I finished my breakfast, I walked out of the house to see Louis, Zayn and H
arry play fighting at the bottom of my garden. I chuckled.
"Morning, boys!" I smiled. They stopped what they were doing and charged at me,
envoloping me in a bear hug. I groaned and they let go. Louis was wearing a ligh
t grey top with white suspenders and black chinos with grey vans and his hair pe
rfectly tousled. Harry was wearing a black polo top with a faded, light blue bla
zer, cream chinos and black converses with his hair in his typical curls. And Za
yn was wearing a plain white top with his black vasity jackets, light grey chino
s and black high tops with his hair in a perfect quiff. Unfortunately, these are
the guys I call my best friends.
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"Did you tell your parents yet?" Harry questioned as we got into Louis car. Loui
s is a year older than us at 17. He got held back a year because he failed prett
y badly. Luckily he has passed all of his exams so far. I sighed.
"Yes I have. You were right, they don't care." I hated admitting I was wrong. Th
ey all let out some form of cheer, Louis being the special one and shouted 'CARR
OTS' for some bizzare reason. I chuckled at my friends.
You're proberbly wondering what I told my parents? Well, I'm gay. Bi to be exact
. But honestly, who cares? I'm still the same Liam Payne no matter what. I came
out to the boys long ago, and they were cool with it, but I've only just came ou
t to my parents. I was scared they were going to kick me out or something, but t
hey were completely fine with it. I felt someone poke the back of my shoulder an
d twisted around to see Harry gazing out the window.
"What, Harry?" I asked. I was riding shotgun, with Harry behind me and Zayn behi
nd Louis who was driving. Harry pointed ahead of me towards a blonde boy coming
out of Principle Higgins' house. He was wearing dark, baggy skinny jeans and a d
ark grey jacket with dark grey high tops. Wait, they aren't any high tops. They'
re Supras! Those things cost $120! I don't even want to think how much that it i
s pounds.
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"Who's that?" Harry asked. I shrugged.
"Must be some form of relation to Principle Higgins. How old do you think he is?
" Zayn wondered. I shrugged.
"He looks around 16, maybe 17." Louis guessed. "We'll probably see him in school
, considering he just came out of Higgins' house." We all nodded before singing
along to the radio, which was playing Starships by Nicki Minaj. By the time we g
ot to school, we were all out of breath from singing too loudly and laughing. We
all got out of Louis' blue mini cooper and walked into the first school buildin
g and towards the English block the was home to our form room.
We were registered as normal but half way through form, guess who turns up? Prin
ciple Higgins and the blonde boy. He had a black and dark blue rucksack hanging
loosely off one shoulder and a look that could kill. Just looking at him would s
end chills down your spine. He was chewing gum quite obviously, but not like a c
ow. His eyes were narrow, hard and cold and Higgins looked rather...uncormfortab
le with the blonde boy. Higgins cleared his throat to grab everyones attention.
"Class, I would like to personally introduce to you the new member of your form.
" Before he could say his name, the blonde boy snoted and shook his head, lookin
g at the ground with a smirk. Higgins shot him a glare before looking back to us
. "This here is Niall Horan. He's moved from Mullingar in Ireland so be nice. Oh
and Niall, behave." Higgins warned before turning around and walking away.
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"Whatever, Uncle." Niall muttered. I don't think he meant for anyone to hear, bu
t as the 4 of us are sat close to the door, I picked it up. That's Higgins' neph
ew? But Higgins' is such a nice guy! How can he be related to someone with such
a hard glare? Higgins, or Paul Higgins, is such a nice Principle. He knows how t
o have a laugh and isn't really stern unless he needs to be. He always walks aro
und during lessons and talks to us. If someone has achieved something great, he'
ll find out and congratulate them either during assembly or just popping into le
ssons. Either way, by the way Niall is acting, he seems completely opposite to H
iggins.
"Welcome to the class, Niall. There's a spare seat behind Liam and Zayn." Miss H
aines smiled nicely. Miss Haines is a lovely teacher. She's also my English teac
her. She's around 25 and is quite a relaxed, fun form teacher. She plays radio 1
, and lets us just chat the mornings away. Niall walked over the the empty desk
behind me and Zayn. He had everyones eyes on him. He dropped his bag under the d
esk and slouched in the chair glaring at us all.
"Take a picture. Lasts longer." He spat. Instantly, everyone turned around and c
arried on with their conversations. Apart from me. He chuckled before looking ri
ght at me. He narrowed his eyes and I gave him a friendly smile. He returned the
favour by growling at me. I raised an eyebrow and chuckled, turning around in m
y seat and back into the boys' conversation. They were talking in hushed whisper
s.
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"Do you think one of us should say hello? You know, to be friendly?" Harry asked
. Harry and Louis glanced at Niall through the gap between me and Zayn. While me
and Zayn daren't turn around. He's not exactly scary to me, - to others maybe but it'll be weird if we turned around and just stare at him. Louis shook his h
ead and they returned their gaze to us.
"No. He doesn't look like he wants to be bothered." Louis said. Zayn nodded in a
greement. Bless him. He's so shy. It took him a while to open up to us, and I do
n't think having a new person in our group will help him.
"But he can't go through the year with no friends." I pointed out.
"But look at him. He's obviously a bad boy, someone you don't want to mess with.
Can't we take the message he's trying to give everyone and stay away from him?"
Zayn asked. He sounded slightly panicked, like he was scared of him. Why would
he be scared of Niall? "Guys, there was a kid that looked and acted just like hi
m at my old school in Bradford and he put me in hospital. I don't want a repeat.
" He explained once he saw our quizzical looks.
"I really doubt that will happen. I bet it's all just an act and he's about as f
ierce as a baby penguin." Harry chuckled, causing all of us to join in. We were
interrupted by a loud bang. I jumped and turned around to face the back, the dir
ection of the noise. I saw Niall's chair lying on the floor with his bag slung o
ver one shoulder. He walked towards the door and swung it open.
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"Niall Horan! It is not time to go yet! Get back in your chair!" Miss Haines sai
d sternly. She doesn't shout often, nor is she strict, but go against one of the
school rules or her own, then she is. No one likes a snappy Miss Haines. Niall
slowly stopped in the door frame and turned around with a fed up look on his fac
e. He smirked as the bell rang and gave Miss a little wave before walking away.
Miss Haines rolled her eyes and dismissed us.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Two (p.1 of 13)
Sorry for the POV jumping. It goes from one to the other quite quickly so I apol
ogize:)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Liam's POV
Today has been a total drag. Normally the first day of school is fun and goes qu
ickly, bit no. Today, Father Time - or whatever the mythical guy was called - de
cided today would go extra slow. But thankfully it's lunch now. That means a bit
of footie down on the field! I headed to the field and saw Zayn, Harry and Loui
s already kicking the ball about to each other.
"WASSAAP!" I shouted, hanging my tongue out my mouth and shaking my head. Ever w
atched Scary Movie when they answer the phone? Well, that's what I got it from.
They guys chuckled and returned the gesture. I laughed and dumped my bag next to
the others' bags and joined in with them. We stood in an odd square; Louis to m
y right, Zayn to my left, and Harry opposite me. We were just talking about rand
om stuff, mainly music, while we kicked the football to each other, showing off
with the odd skill ever now and then.
"Have any of you been in class with the newbie? Niall, is it?" Louis asked. I sh
ook my head and kicked the ball the Zayn. Zayn replied with a 'no' before kickin
g the ball to Harry. "Me neither." Louis said, biting his lip. Harry stopped the
ball under his foot.
"I have. He was in my Maths class. Got sent to refocus room after refusing to do
work, snapping at Mrs Graham and swearing at her." Harry explained. My eyes wid
ened. First day of school and already been sent to refocus room. For those who d
on't know, the refocus room is basically like an empty class room at the end of
the subject block where all the 'misbehaving students' get sent to if they don't
follow the teachers rules after 3 warnings.
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"My bet is he'll be in time out at least once by
the bet. Time out, again, another term that may
that's bigger then a detention, but smaller the
out. It's a room away from everyone, and you do
ther a certain lesson, a whole day, maybe even a
the end of the week." Zayn made

be unknown. If you do something
exclusion, you get sent to time
comprehension work there for ei
week.
"I bet it'll be sooner than that." Louis smirked. Maybe we should give him a cha
nce, I thought to myself. He might be an alright kind of guy, just a little bit
confused. Could he? I don't know. But I couldn't tell my friends I actually thou
ght we could talk to the new weirdo. They'd class me as below dirt.
"FUCK OFF, YOU GAY TWAT!" Shouted someone in the near distance. There was a few
grunts of pain and we all stopped, turning to look at the graffiti-ed wall just
around the corner. A blonde boy, his hair messed up and his shirt crumpled, bega
n pummeling someone in the stomach, a slight drip of blood crawling down his lip
. Oh look, what a surprise. Another fight in this stupid school.
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"Oi, don't you dare fucking hit me you queer cunt." The shaved headed, arrogant
boy scoffed. I recognised him from my math class. He was the ring leader, almost
. Gavin Scotts. Nobody dares messes with Scotty, not even me; and I'm friends wi
th basically everyone. Gavin was new to the school once. He got teased for his n
ame, but then he gave them something to talk about by throwing a chair out of th
e window, aggression and even drug use. He got let off, but he sure made his poi
nt clear. You don't mess with Scotty.
Everyone started cheering when Gavin pinned Niall to the floor and punched his c
heek. I heard Niall hiss in pain, but the tables were soon turned and Niall was
straddling Gavin while punching him repeatedly in the face.
"Don't. Call. Me. A. Fag." Niall spat. Each word was a new punch. Gavin groaned
in pain as we all stared in shock. No one has ever beaten Gavin up. They would e
ither be on the receiving end of his punches, or get no punches. No one has ever
beaten him up. If they punch him, they won't be able to throw another one.
"Move. Out my way please." Someone mumbled. I turned around to see Principle Hig
gins pushing his way through the crowd. People quickly moved out the way, but th
eir faces still had shock and amazement written all over them, not to mention a
bit of fear.
"Don't. Call. Me. Queer." Niall spat again, this time punching him in the stomac
h, causing another groan to erupt from Gavin. Principle Higgins sighed once he s
aw what was going on. He walked over and picked up Niall, his hands under his ar
mpits. He put Niall back on the ground. Niall glared at Principle Higgins.
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"Niall, go to my office." Higgins ordered. Niall looked down at Gavin, giving hi
m one last kick in the side, before walking through the crowd that parted like t
he red sea for him. People starting whispering, but were interrupted by Higgins'
loud orders. "Everyone, go back to what you were doing while I take care of Gav
in."
Everyone grumbled but dispersed anyway, going back into their friendship groups
and doing whatever they were before, including me and the lads. Due to the fact
the lads and I were playing football beside where the fight taken place, we didn
't have to move and we could simply watch what was going on. Higgins told one of
Gavin's 'followers' to go fetch the nurse. I watched as Gavin rolled around in
pain and various teachers came and took over from Higgins while he, I presume, w
ent to his office.
The nurse came out minutes after Higgins left with some bandages and wet cloth.
She dabbed at Gavins bloody spots and wrapped a bandage around his knuckles. How
did he get them? It's not exactly like Niall's face is made of brick. Oh wait.
Maybe he went to throw a punch at Niall but he moved and Gavin ended up punching
the wall. That makes sense, if it happened.
"How much trouble d'you think Niall's in?" Zayn asked as we continued to kick th
e ball around. We all pondered for a second. Considering he's a new kid, he may
not get excluded or expelled, maybe time out or something. I shrugged and kicked
the ball to Louis. After about 5 minutes of kicking the ball around, the bell w
ent, signalling the end of lunch.
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"Lets go to music lads!" Harry grinned.
Niall's POV
I stood in Uncle's office, looking at the photos hanging on the wall. There was
one that caught my attention. It was off my mum, my dad and Uncle Paul. They all
looked so happy. My mum was wearing her knee-length denim shorts with a light g
reen flowery top with white sandals. She looked so pretty, so carefree and happy
. They were stood in front of the Eiffel Tower, the sun blazing on them as they
smiled. I gently trailed the back of my index finger along my mother's figure an
d sighed.
"I miss you, mum." I whispered. "Come on, Niall. Don't cry. You promised yoursel
f, no crying. Walls are up for a reason. Keep them up, and don't cry." I repeate
d to myself, looking over at the other photos. Most of them are of my dad and Un
cle Paul when they were on holiday. My dad. Oh how he's changed. He was so kind
and understanding. He took me and Greg everywhere. While my mum was working at t
he weekend, he'll take us out for the day. Each time I would say it was the best
day of my life, but I always knew the following weekend would just beat the pre
vious.
My eyes kept scanning the various photos. I went to sit down at the desk, when I
saw one of my mum. It was on her wedding day. I picked up the photo frame and h
eld it in my hands, just staring at the person I miss the most. She looked so ha
ppy. She also looked beautiful in her dress. Her hair was just left down, but it
didn't matter. She was never the one to get dressed up and go out to the extrem
es to get her hair done.
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"Niall-" My Uncle started as he walked through the door, but stopped as he saw m
e holding the photo of mum. I didn't look up, but I felt him put his arm around
my shoulders. "She looked beautiful, didn't she?" I nodded. "I know you miss her
, Niall, but please, don't go beating up other students for no reason." I tensed
and looked at him with a hard glare.
"No reason? You didn't hear what he was saying! He should've gotten worse, and h
e would've if you didn't stop me." I growled. He stepped back slightly, dropping
his arm and sighed.
"He may have done Niall, but it's still no excuse to beat the poor kid up." He d
efended, walking around me and sitting at his desk. I watched his every move wit
h a cold look.
"The poor kid?" I questioned. "There's nothing poor about him! He's a rich twat
who doesn't know when to keep his bloody mouth shut! He thinks he's mega strong
and can be up anyone and take the piss for no reason! He got what he deserved!"
I said, not shouting, but my voice louder than normal.
"Don't use that language." Uncle sighed. I scoffed and sat down on the other sid
e of his desk. "I can't let you go off the hook. You hurt Gavin pretty badly. So
you got a lunch detention every day until Wednesday. And you're grounded for th
e week." He said sternly and I smirked.
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"You really think I'm going to spend my lunch with you? And grounded? Doesn't ma
ke a difference considering I know no one here so I can't exactly go out and pis
sed or fucking high, can I?" I chuckled bitterly.
"You have no choice. And trust me, being grounded doesn't just mean you aren't a
llowed out. That means extra chores and no xbox." He explained. "And stop sweari
ng." I stood up and turned to the door, my bag on one shoulder. "Niall, I'm not
done yet." I rolled my eyes and turned to face him.
"Yeah well I am. See you later, Uncle." With that I left. I whiped my tongue alo
ng my lip and tasted the familiar taste of blood. I sighed and made my way to Mu
sic. No one was in the halls, which means I was late. Oh shame. Note the sarcasm
.
Liam's POV
"Right class, just grab the instruments, play about a bit, while I set up my lap
top." Mr Grant instructed in his thick Scottish accent. We all shrugged and carr
ied on talking. My guitar was sitting on my lap while I played about with variou
s chords, contributing a comment in the guys' conversation. I smiled as I though
t of the perfect song that'll get the guys singing. As I started playing, the gu
ys stopped talking and smirked at me.
"Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while. Heaven can wait, we're only watc
hing the skies. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, are you gonna drop
the bomb or not?" I started off. We've always sung this song as a warm up, or ju
st fooling around, so we know our 'parts' and all that. Everyone knows us as the
music band. We always insist we work together in group projects and there's nev
er a fight between us.
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"Let us die young or let us live forever. We don't have the power but we never s
ay never. Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip, The music's for the sad ma
n." Harry sang in his deep, husky voice. His voice never fails to amaze me. He's
16, yet he has such a mature voice. It's so strong and powerful; just simple am
azing. By now, most of the class was standing around us in a circle, clapping to
the beat. I guess you could say we're the 'populars' in music.
"Forever young, I wanna be, forever young. Do you really want to live forever, f
orever, forever young." We all sang. And by all, I mean us lads, and the class t
hat was circling us. That's what I love about music. Everyone was so friendly to
each other. People forget about any arguments they've had, or the schools 'soci
al' groups. It's all about the music, and the music only.
"Some are like water, some are like the heat. Some are the melody and some are t
he beat. But sooner or later they all will be gone, why don't they stay young?"
Zayn sang. I'm not being mean, but Zayn's voice didn't really fit that part. Non
e of our voices did. Yes, Zayn's sounded best there, but it just didn't have tha
t little touch.
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"It's hard to get old without a cause. I don't want to perish like a fading hors
e. Youth is like diamonds in the sun, and diamonds are for-" Harry was cut off b
y the door opening. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to see Nial
l walking in. He had a cut on his lip and eyebrow. He froze at the door, noticin
g everyone staring at him, and gave everyone a hard look. Everyone immediately t
urned around, just like this morning, but I kept looking at him.
"Nice of you to finally joing us. Sit down." Mr Grant said, annoyance clear in h
is voice. Niall kept his cold glare as he looked at Sir. Niall looked at him up
and down before a smirk formed on his face. Never the less, he walked to the far
corner of the room and sat down, looking at the circle of people around in ques
tion. I ignored him, and started playing the chords, picking up where we left of
f.
"It's hard to get old without a cause. I don't want to perish like a fading hors
e. Youth is like diamonds in the sun, and diamonds are forever." Harry repeated.
Even as I was playing, my gaze flickered to Niall every now and then. He had a
notebook out, a pen in his hand, doodling something. I don't know whether its li
ttle pictures, or words. Whatever it was, it had his full attention.
"Forever young, I wanna be, Forever young, Do you really want to live forever, F
orever, Or never? Forever young, I wanna be, Forever young, Do you really want t
o live forever, Forever, Or never?" Everybody sang. I could see Mr Grant bobbing
his head along to us. Niall looked up and glared at everybody. Aw, are we too l
oud for the bad ass blondie? I wonder where he's from.
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"So many adventures couldn't happen today, So many songs we forgot to play, So m
any dreams are swinging out of the blue, We'll let 'em come true." I sang. Befor
e I had the chance to carry on playing, Mr Grant interrupted us.
"Sorry to interrupt guys, but I need to take the register and I have an importan
t announcement." He said. Everyone grumbled but sat back in their seats. I leant
the guitar against the table behind me, and turned to face the front. Once he t
ook the register, he stood at the front. Mr Grant was quite a chubby bloke. He w
as bald with a ginger stubble. He was an awesome music teacher. So laid back and
carefree. He has a strong Scottish accent and he can sing pretty well. He start
ed talking about something random, so I put my hand up.
"Yes, Liam?" He asked, noticing my raised hand.
"What was that important announcement you were on about?" I asked.
"Oh right, yes, that. Right well, as we have some new faces, and I'm sure some o
f you have changed your musical ways, I'm giving you until the end of the week t
o learn and perfect a song that shows how you're feeling at the moment. Not only
has it got to reflect your feelings, but your musical sense as well, so I know
what it's like. Use today's lesson and future lessons, as well as your free time
, to practise it. Off you go, girls and boys!" Mr Grant explained cheerily. I sm
iled.
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This should be easy.
Niall's POV
Are you kidding me? A song that reflects our feelings? First day of school, and
I already hate it. I saw a few students walking through a door labeled 'music co
mputers' and figured I should search for a song. I got up with my bag on my shou
lder and walked into the computer room. I noticed a free computer away from ever
yone and chose that one. I'll see if The Script do any songs that I could use. I
searched You Won't Feel A Thing lyrics and clicked on the first link.
I've been kicked right down
I've been spat in the face
I've been pulled, weighed down
To the lowest place
I've been lied to, shamed
I have been disgraced
Been ex-communicated from every holy place
I've been beat up and robbed
I've been left for dead
For the way I look
For the things I said

Okay, so it fits so far. What about the rest of it...
When trouble thinks it's found us
The world falls down around us
I promise baby you won't ever
You won't ever feel a thing
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Now it's starting to go a little off track.
Cause I will take it on the chin
Eh, for you
So lay your cuts and bruises over my skin
I promise you won't feel a thing
Cause everything the world could throw
I'll stand in front. I'll take the blow for you.
For you.
Okay, it's going really off track. Maybe I won't use that song. Damn chorus! The
verses are perfect. I mean, look at the second verse.
I've been cleared on the street
I've been left in the cold
Had my dreams held up
Had them shot full of holes
I've been laughed at, burnt, beat and butt of the joke
I've been lit up in flames
I have gone down in smoke
I've been stabbed in the back
While they promised the earth
Tried to keep my head high
For all I am worth
See what I mean? Damn the chorus for being about a girl and 'protecting' her. Wh
y is society so worried about woman abuse? When about man abuse? You don't see a
dverts going around raising awareness about abuse to males, do you? Only ever ch
ildren and women. Children being, like, kids 13 and under.
Anyway, I clicked 'The Script A-Z Lyrics' to see if any other of their songs wil
l help. I looked over the song titles until I saw one. Oh yes! This one is perfe
ct! I opened the lyrics up and scanned through them. Looks like I got my song. I
printed off the lyrics and guitar chords, logged off, and then made my way to t
he auditorium. I didn't bother telling Sir where I was going. Before going to th
e auditorium, I stopped off at Uncles office to grab my guitar. He tried to ask
me why I was out of lessons, but soon realised it was pointless as I just walked
out again.
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The auditorium never failed to amaze me. It was always my favourite spot as my o
ld school, and I can tell it's going to be my favourite here. It was just so big
! Just like a proper theatre. I made my way to the stage and sat on the edge, da
ngling me feet off. I dumped my bag beside me and placed my guitar on my lap. Le
arning a song had always been easy for me. Guitar was the only thing I was ever
good at. Uncle always told me I was great at singing. I just hope he's right.
(Some of this was written by a sexy beast called Imogen, aka meplusyous. ;D)
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Three (p.1 of 8)
Louis' POV
I skipped down the corridors, heading to Science. When I mean I skipped, I liter
ally meant I skipped. I got smiles and high fives off most people in the corrido
r. A few said hello to me, all of which I returned, as they also moved to the si
des so I have a clear path. I did get a few roll of the eyes, but I don't care.
Most of reactions I got were positive.
When I got to Science, the only person in the classroom was Niall. He was sat in
the far corner, that was my seat. I shrugged and skipped over. I stopped when I
got to the desk. Niall didn't even glance up, but I saw him tense. He was holdi
ng a pencil in this hand - a lefty, I noticed - and scribbling down a load of wo
rds. I could see and the top of the page, he wrote 'Music Ideas' so I'm guessing
it was for music.
"Hi. I'm Louis. Mind if I sit next to you?" I asked cheerily with a big smile on
my face. He sighed and shrugged, still tense. My smile got slightly bigger as I
dumped my bag under the desk and sat on the light brown, wooden stool beside hi
m. I rested my chin in the palm of my hand as my elbow was propped on the desk,
the fingers of my other hand tapping the desk, as I tried to think of something
to talk about.
"So, where are you from, Niall?" I asked, turning my body to face him as I was s
till leant against the desk. He didn't look up at me but kept his gaze on his no
tepad.
"Ireland." He replied bluntly.
"You're Irish? That's so cool! Can you say 'top of the morning to ya' please?" I
asked excitedly. I've always wanted to meet and Irish person, just to get them
to say that. "Ooh! And potato!" I added.
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"No." He said. Wow. Kill joy.
"So why did you move to Wolverhampton?" I wondered. He tensed up even more. If h
is pencil was alive, it'd be dead by now. He's squeezing the life out of it!
"None of your business." He spat.
"Woah! Calm down, Irish." I chuckled. I'm so calling him that from now on. "I'm
originally from Doncaster, hence my accent. My mum didn't like it though, so she
took me and my 4 sisters down here. My sisters are like my life. There's the tw
ins, Daisy and Phoebe, the youngest. Felicite next, and then Lottie, well, Charl
otte but she prefers Lottie. Do you have any siblings?" I asked. He was gripping
the pencil really hard now, I'm sure it'll break soon.
"Yes." He spat.
"Cool! Brother or sister? Older or younger?" I asked.
"Older brother." He spat, again. What is his problem?
"What's his name? What is he like?" I wondered excitedly. I love meeting and lea
rning about new people! I just find it fascinating!
"Greg." He said simply.
"Tell me about him!" I pushed.
"No."
"Aw come on!" I whined.
"I said no." He said to me like I was misbehaving child.
"Plea-" I didn't even get time to finish my sentence before I fell off my stool
onto the floor, a pulsing pain in my cheek where Niall's fist connected with it.
He stood over me, glaring at me. I wimpered slightly and he bitterly chuckled b
efore grabbing his pencil and notepad, shoving it in his bag, flinging it over h
is shoulder, and walking out.
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I stayed on the floor, taking in what just happened. That's the second time he p
unched someone, and it's only the first day of his school. I sighed but stayed o
n the floor, clutching my cheek as it throbbed with pain. Last period didn't sta
rt the way I hoped. I tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth and mentall
y cursed. My cheek was killing me!
"Oh my gosh! Louis, are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice speak. I shook
ad, but instantly regretted it. I was starting to get a headache. I sat up
aw Manya, my girlfriend, picking up my bag. She's quite tall, a little bit
er than me, with wavy black hair and brown eyes. Unlike me, she's meant to
this year.
my he
and s
short
be in
"Come on, I'll take you to the nurse." She said, holding a hand out for me. I to
ok it, keeping one on my cheek, and stood up. I naturally put my hand on her wai
st and we walked out of the slowly filling class room. We saw our teacher, Mrs B
ouchard, in the corridor. She asked us where we're going and once we told her, s
he let us past.
"What happened, Lou?" Manya asked as we walked out of the Science block and towa
rds reception where the Nurse's office is in. I sighed.
"The new kid happened. I was just tryin' to be friendly, you know? I asked him i
f he had any siblings and he said he has a brother, Greg. I asked him 'bout him,
but he refused. I begged him to tell me but he just punched me and walked out."
I pouted slightly. I was trying to be friendly! Manya chuckled and shook her he
ad.
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"Lou, not everyone wants to talk about their family. Did you ask why he moved he
re?" I nodded. "Exactly. He probably doesn't want to talk about his brother beca
use he may have a bad history which made him move here. You have to think someti
mes, babe." I gave her a questionning look.
"You basically suggesting that his brother may be the reason he moved here?" I a
sked, my cheek throbbing with every movement, but she made me curious. She shrug
ged.
"I have no idea. But if he doesn't want to talk about that either, then it's pos
sible. Just don't push him into talking about something he doesn't want to talk
about otherwise you'll end up in hospital." She chuckled at the end. Seconds lat
er, we arrived at the Nurse's office and walked in. The Nurse looked up at us an
d smiled. We sat on the bed and got ready to explain why we're here.
"How can I help?" The Nurse asked.
"Somebody punched Louis in the cheek." Manya explained briefly. The Nurse nodded
and went into the mini fridge to get, I presume, an ice pack. I was right! She
walked up to me and placed the freezing object on my cheek.
"That should prevent swelling. It's probably just a bruise so there's no need to
be rushed to the hospital, but it will hurt for a while, especially in the morn
ing. Who punched you, Louis?" She asked. I moved the ice pack to the side slight
ly, so my words won't come out mumbled.
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"Niall. The new kid. I don't know his last name." I told her. She rolled her eye
s, nodded and said 'be right back' before leaving. Manya wrapped an arm around m
y shoulder, her fingers playing with my hair as I rested my head on her shoulder
.
"Just be a bit more cautious when you talk to strangers next time. Can you do th
at for me, Lou?" She asked. I nodded and smiled when she kissed my head. "Love y
ou, Loubear."
"Love you too, babe."
Niall's POV
I sat on my bed cross-legged, trying to work at this song. When I stormed out of
science, I came home and immediately started working on this song. Music means
so much to me, I need this to be perfect. I chuckled bitterly at the thought. No
matter how hard I try, it'll never be perfect, will it? I could be the world's
best guitar player and singer/song writer, yet I won't be good enough. Nothing I
ever do is.
I sighed and started playing my guitar my mum bought me. When she died, and my d
ad - if I could even call him that anymore - turned into the man he is today, th
is guitar meant everything to me. I would hide it from Greg and my dad, so they
couldn't break it like they did with everything else. When they weren't home, I
would play it. Sometimes I would sneak it to school and play some songs int he a
uditorium.
"My hands are cold, my body's numb
I'm still in shock, what have you done?
My head is pounding, my visions blurred
Your mouth is moving, I don't hear a word
And
For
And
And
I hurt so bad, that I search my skin

the entry point, where love went in
ricoshade and bounced around
left a hole, when you walked out
I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room

Can anybody help me with these Exit Wounds?
I don't know how much more love this heart can lose
And I'm dying, dying from the Exit Wounds
Wounds! Where their leaving, the scars you're keeping
Exit wou-" I was cut off by the sound of my door opening. I looked up to see Unc
le Paul closing the door behind him. He walked over to me and sat on the bed.
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"You're amazing, Niall. What's the song for?" He asked gently. I think he's real
ised the needs to tread carefully around me. I make myself sound like a mine. Bu
t I guess I am. Maybe more like a bomb, that's ready to explode with emotions. T
he clock's just ticking down.
"For music. Have to learn and sing a song that, a, resembles our music taste, an
d b, show how we feel." I said the last part quietly, sort of afraid of what he
thinks. I heard him sigh before seeing him take my guitar and place it gently on
the stand. He knows how much it means to me. He walked back over and wrapped hi
s arms around me. I wrapped mine around his body and buried my head in his chest
.
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"Niall, I know you have these walls around you, but singing that song won't help
you keep them up. You know how much I hate that they're there, but I don't want
to see you getting hurt. You say you don't want people finding out, so maybe th
at song isn't the best. If you want, I can talk to Mr Grant and make sure you do
n't sing." He soothed. I shook my head, pulling away slightly so I could look at
him.
"I want to sing. But maybe you're right, maybe I shouldn't sing that song. What
song do you suggest?" I asked in a small voice. I unwrapped my arms, and put the
m in my lap. I heard Uncle Paul make a 'hmm' sound before speaking.
"How about that rap song you like? By..Daffy? I think it was Regrets or somethin
g." Wow, he's really showing his age. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"Dappy, No Regrets? That the song you mean?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. "Yea
h, I might. Thanks, Uncle." He stood up and ruffled my hair.
"No problem, son. Oh yeah, the nurse told me you punched Louis Tomlinson? Care t
o explain why he 'deserved' a beating?" He questioned, crossing his arms over hi
s chest and raising his eyebrows slightly. I hate how vulnerable I feel at home.
If I was at school, I would've snapped by now. But being at home, around my gui
tar, I just feel weaker.
"He was askin' about Greg and Ireland. I told him it was none of his business, b
ut he kept askin' so I snapped and punched him." I mumbled, playing with my fing
ers. I heard Uncle sigh.
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"That's a more reasonable answer, but it's still not a good reason to punch some
one. Please, Niall, try and calm yourself and not lash out?" He asked. I looked
up at him.
"I did try! But he kept askin' me and being annoyin'! The amount of times I told
him that I don't want to talk to him about it was unbelievable but he just kept
being pushy!" I said, my voice raised as my arms flung around in frustration.
"I don't want to argue, Niall. Just get back to your song while I make dinner."
With that, he walked around. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't want to argue, Niall." I mimicked in a high pitched voice as I googled
to chords and lyrics. Oh how the first day of school went splendidly, don't you
agree? PAH! My arse it did.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Four (p.1 of 5)
Liam's POV
Morning registration was the same as yesterdays. Niall came in late, wearing dar
k clothes, and left a couple of minutes before the bell despite the teachers pro
tests. Today I was wearing a black and white plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled
up to my elbows and tan chinos with white converses. Zayn was wearing a white t
op under a black knitted cardigan with dark skinnies and white high tops. Louis
wore his typical blue and white stripped top with red chinos, suspenders and blu
e TOMs. Harry wore his Ramones top with white chinos and black converses. Today
was pretty hot, so not one bothered with jackets.
I walked to P.E with my bag across my body and a Topman bag in my hand that was
full of my P.E kit. Today we would be picking what we want to do for the term, a
nd it always ended up being basketball for the boys, with a few girls joining. W
hen I first came out as Bi, it was awkward changing around the guys, but eventua
lly it got back to normal. They don't really care because I'm still the same Lia
m who I was before.
"LIAM!" Alex, Grady and Ryan yelled as I entered the changing rooms. They were a
ll topless as the charged at me. Before I had time to move, Grady was sat on the
floor, his arms hugging my legs as Alex and Ryan stood either side of me with t
heir arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing my arms to my sides.
"Hey guys. Do you mind getting off now?" I chuckled. They let out a groan before
releasing me. We walked to our little corner in the changing rooms and I put my
bags on the bench before taking off my top. As I was taking my light blue P.E p
olo top out of my bag, I felt an extra weight on my back and I got pushed into t
he wall. Someones legs were around my waist while their arms were around my neck
. There could only be one person.
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"Louis, you saw me 5 minutes ago. Why pounce on me?" I asked, standing up straig
ht and holding his legs so he wouldn't fall. He snuggled his face into my neck l
ike a little child.
"Everyone else got hugs and I felt lonely." You could hear the pout in his voice
as he spoke like a little child. I chuckled and shook my head before letting go
of his legs. He got the hint and got off my back. I put my top on followed by t
he rest of my kit which consisted of black shorts and white trainers. Once me an
d the boys were changed, we went into the gym where everyone else was. Our P.E t
eacher, Mr Hamil, sat on the bench with his laptop in his hand so we sat on the
floor in front of him while he took the register.
"Niall?" He called out. Everyone was silent. Oh surprise, Niall was late. "Has a
nyone seen Niall?" Sir asked.
"He's probably late. He started school yesterday and he's been late to every les
son." I called up.
"Either that, or he cut class like Science." Louis added. Sir sighed before nodd
ing and carrying on with the register. Once the register was taken, it was time
to decide what we want to do for the term.
"Everyone who wants to do basketball, top left corner of the gym, dogdeball in t
he top right corner, swimming in the bottom right corner, and rugby in the botto
m left corner." Mr Hamil instructed while the other P.E teachers - Mrs Smith, Mi
ss Shuker and Mr Ferguson - arrived. I stood up and walked over to the basketbal
l corner. Alex, Grady, Ryan and Louis were already stood there, with a few other
guys and girls. I noticed someone stood right in the corner, back against the w
all, with one foot raised and flat on the wall. They were staring at the ground
with their hands in the pockets. The blonde hair gave it away that it was Niall.
When did he get here?
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"Can you all write your names down and then when everyone's cleared, we'll go st
raight into a game, okay guys?" Mr Ferguson asked. He had a slight lisp which so
metimes made it hard to understand what he was saying. The difference with the g
irls in this school, the ones who hate P.E just sit on the sidelines or 'forget'
their P.E kit. You got the ones who don't mind P.E and will try, but then you g
ot the competitive ones. You don't have the typical 'oh my god I broke a nail!'
kind of girls. While we wrote our names down, Sir counted how many of us.
"There's 24 of you, so while the last few people file out, get into 4 teams of 6
." He said. I already knew who my group was going to be. Louis, Alex, Grady and
Ryan. But that's only 5. I scanned around the rest of the group for someone. The
n I thought of someone. Maybe I should be friendly? Doesn't make any harm, right
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"Guys, I'm going to ask Niall. Okay?" I left without and answer and walked over
to Niall. He was still leaning against the wall. He looked up slightly and tense
d. He still didn't show me his face. "We need one more person for our team and I
was wondering if you'd like to join us?" I asked cautiously. After Louis told u
s what he did yesterday, I'm a little more wary of him. I still think there's so
mething he's hiding. No one has a bad-boy persona for no reason.
"Sure." He mumbled, pushing himself off the wall and following me to the guys. T
he guys gave me an odd look when they saw Niall, but gave him a friendly smile.
He didn't return it, he kept his gaze on his light blue Supras. Wow, this kid is
spoilt. I noticed he was wearing a black jacket unzipped over his P.E top with
black, baggy trackies. He does realise he's going to get boiling wearing that, r
ight?
All the other teams got coloured bibs while we didn't. I get we were plains. Fir
st up was blue vs. greens so we sat on the side lines. Louis was talking about t
actics but no one listened. All tactics went out the window in the game. Louis n
ever follows them so no one bothers anymore. After a 5 minute game, the blue's w
on so we were against them.
Being the tallest, Ryan started in the middle against Andy for the throw up. Sir
threw the ball up and Ryan leaped up, smacking the ball behind him into Alex's
hand. We all ran around the pitch to our strongest points. I was by our net, whi
le Niall was blocking the opposing teams and the others were scattered around th
e middle.
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My eyes stayed on Niall as the ball was the other end of the court. He still had
a cold look on his face, but he put so much effort into the game. I never reali
sed how short he was until he was amungst the guys who were all about 6ft. Jake
went to shoot, but Niall jumped, or should I say bounced, up and blocked it. It'
s like he's on springs! Seriously, you wouldn't expect someone that small to jum
p that high. The ball stayed that end for a while, so I could watch him for a li
ttle longer. He just seemed so natural at it. It seemed he knew exactly where to
be at what time and how high to jump.
When the ball didn't come up my end, I decided to go and help out. I jogged down
and because no one other than my team noticed me, I managed to intercept and gr
ab the ball as it was being passed to Jake. I dribbled the ball down to my end,
jumped and scored before anyone could get in my way.
"Get in there, Liam! That's the way forward!" Louis cheered, patting my shoulder
. I chuckled at his phrases and shook my head. Only Louis could say those and no
t seem weird. We got in our starting positions again and managed to score 2 more
points.
During the last couple of minutes, the ball was down the other end of the courtm
so I was helping out my team. Jake had the ball and chucked the ball at the hoo
p. Once again, Niall bounced up and knocked it away. While he was in the air, hi
s top came up slightly so I could see his stomach. What I saw was something I ne
ver thought I'd see. Partly hidden behind the waistline of this boxers were scar
s; lots of them. But not in the way you'd think. Spelling once specific word.
Worthless.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Five: Part 1 (p.1 of 10)
Liam's POV
What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't exactly confront him, can I? I don't
even know the lad! But I can't have him feeling...worthless. No kid, or person f
or that matter, deserves to feel useless. But like I said, I can't exactly go up
to him and say 'hey Niall, in P.E the other day I saw you've carved worthless i
nto your stomach and I just wanted to know why' because he'll probably end up pu
nching me. I do not want a bruise like Louis'.
In the end, our team won every game. I tried my hardest to focus on the game, bu
t my thoughts always trailed back to his stomach. What possessed him to feel wor
thless? I knew this bad boy persona is covering something up. No tough guy feels
worthless. His dark clothes and evil glare is just covering up a secret; a dark
secret.
I can't just let him be alone. I may be making a mountain out of a molehill, but
suddenly I feel protective over him. I feel like I need to help him. But how? L
ouis has already tried to befriend him, but he ended up with a black eye. Admitt
edly, he maybe didn't befriend him in the best way, but still. I guess it wouldn
't hurt to try, right?
I have English next, so I might be with him. I hope I am. Miss Haines always mak
es us do partner work. I could be partners with Niall; if he let me, which I dou
bt. The other kids in my class are...strange, so I doubt Niall would want to be
with them. The only other normal students in there are Manya, Mackenzie (Zayn's
girlfriend) and Gabrielle (Harry's girlfriend) and as they always work as a thre
e, they're crossed off his list.
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As I shoved my P.E kit in my bag, I noticed Niall was on the bench in the corner
, still in his P.E kit. His eyes met my confused look and he growled. I rolled m
y eyes and chuckled. Still keeping up his tough guy act. I slung my bag across m
y body and picked up my Topman bag. I said bye to the lads before walking out of
the changing rooms and towards the English block.
"Hey, Lili!" I heard to my right. I turned my head to see Gabrielle walking besi
de me. She hooked her arm in mine and gave me a smile. Gabrielle has long, dark
brown wavy hair in a side parting with a side fringe that stops at her jawline.
Her chocolate brown eyes hide behind her simple, black framed glasses yet her sm
ile, I must admit, is beautiful. She was wearing a simple, tea-stained coloured
top with 'Live, Love, Laugh' in black, bold colours with black skinny jeans and
a dark blue jacket to match her dark blue converses.
"Hey, Gabby." I smiled back. I felt another person link their arm with my left o
ne and turned to see Manya smiling ahead. Today she wore light blue skinny jeans
with a navy blue top under and white, animal crop top and black ankle boots wit
h a black jacket. These girls love the fact I'm gay, partly. They, and I quote,
love having a 'gay best friend to fantasize about other fit boys'. Even though I
'm not completely gay, that's what I'm classed as to them. But wait, there's one
missing. "Where's Kenzie?" I asked slowly.
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"We don't know." Gabby said.
"She was in morning registration, and first period, but we ditched her. She was
moaning about this fight her and Zayn had." Gabby explained. A fight? Zayn said
nothing about a fight this morning. Come to think of it, he did seem a bit...dis
tant. He's very good at hiding his emotions, and you won't know his business unl
ess he tells you it, exactly his Kenzie.
"They had a fight?" I asked. I saw them both nod as we walked up the crowded sta
irs. There's always pushing and shoving on these stairs. Just hold on, and if yo
u lose your shoe, carry on to the top and wait until the crowd disappears to ret
rieve it.
"Apparently it started out a little banter fight, you know the ones they always
have, and it turned into a proper big fight. Kenzie, being the stubborn girl she
is, refuses to go near Zayn until he apologizes, even though she probably said
some things first. According to her, Zayn started it, so he apologizes first." M
anya explained. Zayn and Kenzie aren't really the 'bad' people of the school. No
t like Niall. They turn up to classes and everything, but you know not to get on
their bad side. They just have that aura about them that says 'don't mess with
me'.
"In all fairness, this is their first fight." I reminded them.
"Can we stop talking about the Kenzie/Zayn fight and go to French, please?" Gabb
y moaned. I couldn't help but chuckle along with Manya.
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"Gabs, we have English, not French." Manya winked. Gabby groaned and I chuckled
again. We made our way to our class room. Half the class was already here and I
took my regular seat at the far right corner. Gabby and Manya sat in front of me
and we waited to Kenzie to appear. A couple of seconds later, she did. She walk
ed in with her head held high and I could see she was biting the inside of her c
heek.
Mackenzie had dark purple hair, dyed obviously, that reached her just past her s
houlder. It was curly, but not the typical ringlet curly. It was a messy curly t
hat was slightly frizzy, but it looked right. She had the brightest blue eyes ev
er, and they stand out with her make up. She was wearing dark washed skinny jean
s with a few styled rips and suspenders hanging loosely at her sides. The top su
pporting her jeans was a plain white vest top with a union jack heart on the che
st. It had a gold ribbon-like thing that had 'London' is swirly writing on it. O
ver her top, she had a black leather jacket left unzipped and black, shiny leath
er Supras. Her typical look.
"Hey Kenzie!" I yelled as she made her way over. She shook her head, presumably
of her thoughts, and smiled at me.
"Hey Li! Has Zayn said anything?" She asked as she sat the other side of Gabby,
next to the window. Both Gabby and Manya hate sitting by the window, so Kenzie h
as to sit there.
"No, sorry Kenz. He didn't even tell us you guys had a fight." I told her. She s
ighed as she pressed a random button on her phone to make it light up. She let o
ut another sigh before mumbling a 'thank you' and getting a pen and English exer
cise book out of her bag. We all copied her actions as the teacher came in. I gl
anced around the room, to not find Niall. I also noticed for the first time that
our classroom has only one free seat; beside me.
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"Afternoon guys." Miss Haines smiled as she walked in. She walked over to her de
sk and booted up her laptop for the register. Once again, when Niall's name was
called out, everything was silent. "Niall?" she called again, her eyes scanning
over the class. I turned my head towards where the call of his voice usually cam
e from. The seat was completely empty and there was no echo of footsteps coming
from the hallway, nor the handle being turned down.
"Miss?" I put my hand up. She looked my way and nodded, "I think he went to the
bathroom or the nurses office, he wasn't looking too well earlier." Of course, I
wasn't completely lying. I had seen him looking feeble and pale, slouched again
st the wall outside the toilets. He was in school, he just wasn't in this lesson
.
Suddenly I had this urge to go and see where he was, but I didn't want to ruin m
y record purely because I felt sorry for some kid. If I leave, not only will it
screw up my school record, but my reputation. I probably sound a dick right now,
worrying about my reputation, but believe me, when you grew up in a Primary Sch
ool when you were being bullied every day of you life, you feel the need to prov
e something of yourself. Here, everyone is nice to me. I don't have girls queuin
g to be my girlfriend, or people begging to be my partner, but they're friendly
enough to invite me to parties or something. If I leave now to go to 'some kid'
who is 'mentally unstable' or has 'anger issues', not everyone is going to be so
friendly. Screw it.
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"Do you want me to check on him, Miss?" I asked once she finished the register.
She nodded so I stood up and made my way out of the classroom and towards the En
glish block toilets. As I was about to enter the toilets, Gavin Scotts and his f
ollowers - although there was more of them, 5 followers to be exact - came out w
ith smirks on their faces. They high fived each other and winked when they caugh
t my eye. I gave them a confused look before walking into the toilets. I heard g
roaning as I turned to corner and saw someone on their hands and knees, one arm
clutching their stomach.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked him as I walked closer. I couldn't tell who it was
as they had their hood up and their head down, but something about the dark clot
hing seemed familiar. The persons bag was in the far corner so I walked over and
picked it up, returning to the boy and put it down beside them.
"I'm fine." He spat weakly. I bent over and tried to help him up, but he growled
at me. What is it with people growling? They aren't animals, so they don't need
to growl. "I don't need your help." He had a thick Irish accent, a familiar one
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"Niall?" I asked.
"What?" He sighed, annoyance clear in his tone.
"Let me help you." I said.
"I don't need help, okay?" He snapped. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, that's why you're still on all fours, clutching your stomach, unable to st
and up." I pointed out. I went to help him up again, but this time he didn't obj
ect. When I saw his face, I saw he had a split lip, eyebrow and head. I hissed.
"Man, they screwed you up good." I cringed. I never was one for blood. I saw him
roll his eyes before talking.
"You think I don't know that?" He asked sarcastically. He bentover to pick up hi
s bag, but stopped half way, wincing. I'm guessing his stomach. Wait, if they pu
nched or kicked his stomach, (which I'm guessing they did because they normally
do) then they hit his scars. Oh my gosh that would sting like a bitch. I picked
up his bag for him, handing it to him for it only to be snatched. It was my turn
to roll my eyes.
"Come on, I'll clean you up." I said, grabbing a few paper towels and wetting th
em. Surprisingly, Niall sat on one of the sinks and let me dab at his cuts. He w
atched my intently the whole time, which put me off slightly. I tried not to foc
us on his stare, which proved easier as I seemed to be concentrating on the cuts
on his stomach which are probably burning.
"Why are you helping me?" His voice broke the silence. For once, it wasn't in th
e cold tone it usually is, but a much softer one. He didn't sound as vulnerable
as he looked. I dabbed at his eyebrow as I thought of a way to put 'well I saw t
he scars on your stomach during P.E and that you're unnaturally pale so when you
didn't turn up to class later than you're normal lateness, I was worried becaus
e I thought you'd be cutting another word into your skin.' How do I phrase that?
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"Scotts and his crew just beat you up, you were crouched on the floor, bleeding,
and you expect me to just leave you there? That's not how I work." That's how I
phrase it, by completely avoiding the truth, however not lying. He squinted his
eyes at me for a second, like he was trying to figure something out.
"Don't you have to pee?" He asked. I froze, looking at him with a shocked expres
sion.
"Excuse me?" Maybe this kid is off his rocker...
"Well, you're in the toilets, you came here during lesson. Don't kids normally c
ome to the toilets during lesson to pee? Even if they're trying to miss a few mi
nutes of lesson, they still pee to pass the time." He explained.
"Some kid in class said they saw you in the toilets looking pale so Miss Haines
sent me to come find you to see if you were okay. Turned out you weren't." Now t
hat was partly the truth. Miss Haines did send me to see if he was okay, and it
turned out he didn't. He doesn't need to know I was the kid who saw him in here
earlier. I finished up cleaning his cuts and chucked the paper towels in the bin
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"Come to think of it, I do need to pee." I said before walking to one of the uri
nals.
"Whatever. I'm going to class." The ice cold tone was back. Not even a thank you
? Well, I kind of achieved what I hoped. I befriended him, didn't I? He actually
spoke calmly to me. It's a start, right? Better than nothing.
Operation: Friends with Niall, is undergo!
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Some of you are moaning (well, not moaning, but atm I can't think of a word) abo
ut my slow updates. I'm sorry! I'm just not a fast updater. I have another story
to focus on as well, so there will be a week, maybe more, between updates. Sorr
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Btw, please don't call yourselves fans of me. I do not want to have a name for y
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. I'm just your average school girl who likes writing. You guys are my friends,
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ALSO
You guys should check out these stories:
1) Look After You (Larry) - JustCallMeEmma
2) Because I Care (Ziam) - 1Dfan4eva199
3) Bittersweet Symphony (Lirry) - TheWayYouLookTonight
4) Summer's Kiss (Larry) - Jess_Froward
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Niall's POV
I sat, cross-legged, on the Auditorium stage with my guitar resting on my lap. M
y pick was caught between my teeth as I placed my fingers on the right chords, t
rying to remember them. I always do this when practicing a song; instead of play
ing the chords, I'll place my fingers in the right places, just trying to get it
in my head. I already learnt No Regrets for the project, this is just for fun.
"Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off."
I sang along with the chords once I learnt them. I've had a slight obsession wit
h this song since I heard it on the music channels the other day. I spent the ne
xt half hour or so learning the chords. I skipped 4th period, if you're wonderin
g. I couldn't be bothered with History, so I just came to the auditorium to do w
hat makes me feel a little better. Once I learnt all the chords, I started from
the beginning and went through the whole song.
[Play song now, but skip to 1:03]
"Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
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/>Oh Lord, I'm still
What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
not sure what I stand for oh

What do I stand for?
know anymore.
woah oh oh
woah oh oh
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?

Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my s
tyle
And that's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
He stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? mmm... mmm...
Well, Some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know... (come on)
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?
No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on
Oh, come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on!
Well, this is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks at home; Sorry to leave, mum, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love"
When I look into my nephew's eyes.
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from.
Some terrible lies.
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, oh oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, oh oh
The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh..."
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I groaned out loud when the bell went. Start of lunch. Oh joy. Before everything
happened, I used to love food. I never would miss an opportunity to eat, but ev
er since the accident, my love for food slowly went. Well, when you're not allow
ed to eat anymore than a bowl of cereals and a few slices of toast every day, th
e excitement kind of goes.
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I remember when Uncle Paul first took me in. I was so cautious around him. I kne
w he was nothing like my 'father', and he actually had a heart, but there was st
ill that nagging thought in the back of my mind telling me to be careful. You ca
n never be too careful.
Putting my guitar and music sheets away in the cupboard under the stage that Unc
le Paul cleared for me, I headed to the canteen. I didn't get much, just a choco
late Yahzoo milkshake and a slice of pizza.
"Hey, look Gavin. It's the new faggie boy." I turned around to see the guy I bea
t up yesterday with 5 or 6 followers. I gave them all a cold glare before carryi
ng on down the corridor.
"Oi! Fag! We didn't say you could walk off." I felt a hand on my shoulder before
I was spun around to come face to face with my punching bag. I saw his split li
p and eyebrow, along with a black eye and a bruised jaw. I couldn't help but smi
rk and chuckle slightly. I raised my hand to his jaw and stroked it gently.
"Aw, do you have a booboo? I bet mummy and daddy fixed that up while your were c
rying, right?" I cooed, tapping him twice where the bruise was before a big smil
e formed on my face when I saw his scowl. "Now I suggest you get your hands off
me unless you want another trip to the nurses office, okay?" I spoke like I was
talking to a 5 year old.
"Listen, Irish, no one speaks to me that way, okay? Do you even know who I am?"
He growled. I squinted my eyes, pretending to think. I moved my hand from his ja
w to my chin, pretending like I was stroking a beard.
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"Other than a narcissistic maniac who probably has a very small weener and has a
brain smaller than a peanut that even a goldfish is smarter than, nope, no idea
." I smiled.
"Try Gavin Scotts, the guy everyone fears, for obvious reasons. You don't run th
e school, I do. And don't think you'll be getting away with that little stunt ye
sterday." He warned. I couldn't help but let out a little laugh at him.
"Woah! Calm your tits down, mate. I'm not here to run the school, okay? I couldn
't care less about it. And by little stunt, do you mean when I kicked your ass a
nd you ended up rolling on the floor crying?" I asked, making one of his followe
rs laugh, but covering it up with a cough when another one elbowed him. I could
tell they were all trying their hardest not to laugh. When he didn't say anythin
g back, I took it as my que to leave. "Don't hurt yourself, big boy." I winked a
nd turned around, heading down the corridor. Walking into reception, I saw Carol
ine at the main desk. Uncle Paul and her are good friends, so after a week of li
ving with him, he introduced me to her and she's really nice.
"Hey, Niall!" She smiled as she opened the glass slider. I leaned on the little
ledge in front with the signing in and out sheets and smiled back. She was quite
young, around 30 odd. Her hair was in a middle parting with honey colour roots
that went into blonde.
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"Hey, Caroline. My Uncle busy?" I asked, biting into the slice of pizza. She sho
ok her head.
"Nope, go straight through." I nodded and muttered a 'thanks' before walking thr
ough the double doors that lead to a T cross corridor. This is where the Deputy
Head and all the other important people have their offices. I turned the corner,
down the long bit of the T corridor until I came to the door marked 'Head Teach
er' and walked straight in. He looked up and lifted his finger to his lips, show
ing me to be quiet. I gave him a confused look before I noticed he was on the ph
one. I nodded and sat in front of his desk, my feet on top of the desk. He squat
ted me feet off and I rolled my eyes, eating another bit of pizza and having a s
ip of my milkshake.
"Thank you for you time, Mrs Wood. Goodbye." He said before hanging up the phone
. I gave him a questionning look when he sigh and he just shook his head.
"Who was that?" I asked with my mouth full. He gave me a glare and I shrugged in
nocently.
"Mrs Wood, Gabrielle's mother." He told me. I scrunched my eyebrows together as
I swallowed.
"Who's Gabrielle?" He rolled his eyes.
"You're in form with her? Harry Styles' girlfriend? You're also in form with him
?" I kept staring at him blankly and he soon gave up. "Nevermind, why are you he
re, anyway?" He asked and I shrugged.
"I dunno. Needed a place to eat." I said.
"What's wrong with canteen? Or your form room? Maybe outside? Or perhaps the aud
itorium where you spent 5th period when you should've been in History?" He quest
ionned, crossing his arms, gaving me an accusing look.
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"What's not wrong with the canteen? There's so many bratty kids who think they'r
e 'it' and are actually so pathetic. My form room would either have Miss Whats-h
er-face in there, and other bratty kids in my form. Outside is cold, where bratt
y kids hang out in 'stylish' coats. The auditorium is where bratty drama geeks g
o to practise crappy plays. Here is the only place where I won't be anywhere nea
r bratty kids." I explained, finishing my pizza as I went along. Uncle Paul roll
ed his eyes.
"If you actually spoke to some of these 'bratty kids', you'll fingure out not al
l of them are bratty. They are actually very lovely." I scoffed at his statement
.
"Yeah, the kids at my old school used to be lovely too, but look how that turned
out. Turned out so well I had to move countries." I replied sarcastically.
"Niall, I-"
"Whatever, I'm going to the toilet." I snapped, feeling like I should leave befo
re I lost control of my anger. That's been happening a lot. At home, I get a lot
snappier at Uncle Paul over the tinest things. Only yesterday I snapped at him
for eating the last packet of salt and vinegar crisps, and this morning was beca
use I had no cereals left for breakfast. Pathetic, right?
Anyway, I made my way to the toilets in the English block as they were closest.
I stopped at the corner before the toilets and leaned my back against it, my foo
t against the wall, bag on the floor, phone in my hand. The bell rang only secon
ds before, so I wanted to wait until the toilets were clear.
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Once I saw no one in the corridor, I bent over to pick up my bag. I ignored the
stinging of the cuts. I guess you could say I'm used to the pain. Plus, I've had
worse. Stinging cuts are nothing compared to the beatings I had. Some of the sc
ars and bruises still haven't gone. I've been away from my 'family' for, almost,
a month, and they're still here. How? I thought scars and bruises faded after a
few weeks? Well, I guess I deserved them. Dad, or should I say Bobby, and Greg
were right. Looking back, I was the exact reason for mum's death. I'm the stupid
one who made mum in a bad mood and take it out on Bobby. If I didn't get her in
a bad mood, she wouldn't have stormed out and get attacked.
Walking into the toilets, I went straight to the sink in the far corner. I dumpe
d my bag on the floor and turned on the cold taps. Cupping my hands, I put them
under the water and waited for them to fill up slightly before splashing my face
. Just forget Bobby. Forget Greg. Forget what happened. Remember all the happy m
emories with mum, not how she died. I repeated in my head. No mantter how many t
imes I repeated it, I still couldn't believe it. I splashed my face a couple of
times before I heard a familiar voice.
"Trying to wash the faginess off you?" I looked up at the mirror to see Scotts a
nd his gang from earlier. This time though, he had determined, cold, hard looks
on their faces. But you know what? It didn't scare me. After the evil, non-human
look Bobby and Greg wore, pathetic looks like that are like looking at a kitten
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"So, which 5 year old did you ask for insults this time, Scotts?" I asked, turni
ng around to face them with a fed up look on my face. I wasn't in the mood for S
cotts and his gang. Scotts growled at me before nodding at a guy either side of
him. They walked towards me and grabbed both my forearms. I looked down at the h
ands gripping my forearms tightly. Do they think that hurts? Looking back at Sco
tts, I raised my eyebrows, "Can fight on your own, Scotts? Got have people hold
down you target, knowing you don't have a chance?" I teased. He smirked before w
alking towards me and punched my in the stomach. I doubled over as all the air b
lew out of me. I heard a few chuckled before a fist connected with my face, mere
ly missing my eye and sending me on the floor as the two guys holding me, let go
. I rolled onto my back and glared at Scotts as he put his foot on my stomach. U
nfortunately, he was pretty much on my cuts.
"Not fighting back, Queer? Thought you were the tough guy?" He sneered, pressing
his foot down on my cuts, causing me to wince. He kept pushing down until a wim
pered. When he took his foot off me, I curled up in a slight ball. "Stand up." H
e hissed, kicking my side. He kicked me again when I didn't stand up straight aw
ay. When I still didn't stand up, I felt 2 pairs of hands grab my arms and pull
me up. I stood on my feet, but my top half was slightly slacked and hung over. I
felt another blow to the face, on the eyebrow this time, and another to my lip,
followed by a few knees to the stomach. After what felt like and hour of punchi
ng, but was probably only 10 minutes, they dumped me on the floor. I fell on my
hands and knees, one arm clinging my stomach. I tasted blood in my mouth, so I s
pat on the floor. I don't know how long I stay like that, unable to move.
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"Hey, are you okay?" I heard a voice behind me. Great, just what I need, someone
to see me like this after getting beaten up.
"I'm fine." I spat. I didn't hear anything, but tensed when I felt two hands on
my shoulders. I growled, "I don't need your help." I told him.
"Niall?" They asked. Oh for goodness sake, can't he just leave?
"What?" I said, annoyed.
"Let me help you." This person insisted. Doesn't he get it?
"I don't need your help, okay?" I snapped. Is he thick? Like, seriously!
"Yes, that's why you're on all four, clutching your stomach, unable to get up."
He pointed out. He does have a point. But getting help means you're weak. I'm no
t weak. But I do need to get up. I felt the same hands on my shoulders and this
time I let him. I looked to see who it was and recognised him from Form and a fe
w classes. He looked at my face and hissed, "Man, they screwed you up good." He
cringed. Well thank you for pointing out the obvious.
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"You think I don't know that?" I asked sarcastically. I turned away and rolled m
y eyes. Stupid. Bending over to pick up my bag, I stopped half way, wincing. Sco
tts really did screw up my cuts. I wouldn't be surprised if they were bleeding.
They guy bent over and picked up my bag for me. Standing up straight, I snatched
it out of his hands, causing him to roll his eyes.
"Come on, I'll clean you up." He said. I sat on the sink I used before and watch
ed as he wet a few paper towels and walked back to me. I watched him intently as
he dabbed at my cuts. He was concentrating hard, licking his lips a few times a
nd grazing his top teeth along his bottom lip. One question was burning at the b
ack of my mind.
"Why are you helping me?" I asked in the tone I only share with Uncle Paul, my n
ice tone. People don't help me. Why should they? I'm only a waste of space. I'm
worthless and a nobody. I only cause people trouble and pain. But there's just o
ne thing I don't get. The kids at my old school always called me gay, faggot, qu
eer; even Scotts and Bobby did. Here's the thing, I'm not gay. I haven't dated a
girl, as everyone hated me. Not that I wanted. I keep myself to myself. That, a
nd love doesn't exsist in the first place. But still, that doesn't make me gay.
"Scotts and his crew just beat you up, you were crouched on the floor, bleeding,
and you expect me to just leave you there? That's not how I work." He actually
cared? He didn't want to leave me. I'm not used to people being so kind. Uncle P
aul says not everyone is as cold-hearted as Mullingar. Uncle Paul himself proves
that, so does Caroline and now this guy. Maybe they're right? I doubt it. I bet
it's an act. They're just pretending to be nice but they'll end up ripping me t
o shreds.
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"Don't you have to pee?" I asked, changing the subject. He froze and looked at m
e completely confused. He looked slightly taken back as well.
"Excuse me?" Oh, a polite boy.
"Well, you're in the toilets, you came during lessons. Don't kids normally come
to the toilets during lessons to pee? Even if they're trying to miss a few minut
es of lesson, they still pee to pass the time." I explained so I wouldn't sound
totally cookoo.
"Some kid in class said they saw you in the toilets looking pale so Miss Haines
sent me to come find you to see if you were okay. Turned out you weren't." He ex
plained. What a load of crap. I knew he was playing me! "Come to think of it, I
do need to pee." He said before walking to one of the urinals.
"Whatever. I'm going to class." The ice cold tone was back. He thinks he can foo
l me? I'm not stupid. No one is that nice without wanting to play you, or if the
y want something. He really hasn't thought this plan through. I'm not letting hi
m, or anyone else, fool me.
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I'm not completely back guys, don't get your hopes up on more updates. They will
still be slow as it's the summer holidays and I have a life outside of WP and p
lud I'm starting year 11 so I actually need to do my homework and revision.
BUT
A) I hope you like this chapter and FEEDBACK would be great. Not just the simple
'I like it', well, what do you like about it? What don't you like? What tiny th
ing am I doing that slightly annoying you? Please tell me:)
B) I am writing the next chapter of Fading Behind Secrets, but it probably won't
be up for a while so don't keep pestering me please:)
Love you all:D
Also, the main theme songs to this are Halo - Beyonce for Niall, and Let Me Love
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Six (p.1 of 11)
Okaay, so I got asked to mainly do it in Liam's POV for the suspense but I will
do it in Niall's POV a few times, but mainly Liam. This chapter will have Niall'
s POV in it as I got stuck with Liam's POV:L
This is dedicated to Jos123B as he/she was, in my opinion, first to give me prop
er feedback, even negative on a few mistakes and how to improve, as well as posi
tive so thank you:D
BOO! Back to school. I hate my new tutor. I want my old one back. R.I.P Mrs Jone
s. But on the plus side, it's Year 11 which means only 1 more year of school uni
forms and I can drop subjects that are pointless to me like R.S and only study t
he ones I want to in A Level:D And it's prom in May/June time! I cannot even des
cribe my excitement for prom. I already have my prom dress. How sad is that?! Di
dn't even start year 11 and I already found it. Won't order it till later though
.
As you can tell, this story is going to have a lot of music and songs in. As sai
d in previous chapter, Niall like singing and therefore I shall use that to expr
ess his emotions so there will be a few 'musical' chapters where he is literally
on the stage singing how he feels.
ANYWHORE...I shall stop babbling and get on with the story. I seriously don't ge
t how people do these opening notes and make them a page long!
LOL, I apologize for the crap chapter you're about to read. But enjoy? I guess..
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Liam's POV
I walked back to English after I done my business. When I walked into the class,
Niall was sat in the free spot next to me. It was already half way through the
lesson. Miss Haines was explaining something about describing the 5 sense when y
ou're writing a story. Our controlled assessment was about writing a part in a s
tory. I quietly took my seat next to Niall and copied Manya's notes when she pas
sed her book back to me. I handed her book back once I was done and was itching
to ask Niall about the cuts.
"Right, you've got 20 minutes left of class. Start planning your story. You can
chat amoung yourselves but make sure you get some work done." Miss Haines said b
efore everyone started talking. Before I even got the chance to say anything to
Niall, the girls all leaned back on the chairs, resting their arms on our table
so they didn't slip.
"So, Lili, found your song for the music project Friday? We have...it's Tuesday
now which means we have 4 days." Manya asked, mumbling when she had to work out
how many days it is until Friday.
"No, I haven't. Haven't found the perfect song yet." I told them. They shrugged
before pushing themselves forwards so they sat at their own desks, talking about
goodness-knows what. I glanced at Niall who was writing something down, though
it didn't look like the English work. I shrugged and thought of something I coul
d talk to him about.
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"I'm Liam, by the way." I told him. I realised I didn't tell him my name when we
in the toilets. He stopped what he was doing for a second before carrying on. R
ude much? "What part of Ireland are you from?" I asked.
"Why do you care?" He spat. Woah! This dude needs to take a chill pill. Did I re
ally just say chill pill? I've been with Louis too long.
"I was only trying to make conversation. Being friendly, that's all. No one real
ly talks to you so I thought you could use a friend." I defended myself, but not
in a mean way.
"Did it ever occur to you that I like the fact that no one talks to me." He said
bluntly. I looked at him quizzically.
"Why? Don't you get lonely?" I asked, genuinely curious. He looked up at me, fac
e showing no emotion.
"I don't have to answer to you. Stop asking me questions, okay? You don't need t
o know about me, and I don't need to know about you. It's my life, not yours. So
just leave me alone, yeah?" He said before continuing with whatever he was doin
g. I didn't bother trying to talk to him. I just got on with my English work. I
decided I was going to write about a boy being chased. Weird, I know, but it's e
asy to describe using all the senses.
"Okay class, pack your things away and stand behind your desks." Miss Haines tol
d us. I sighed happily as I put my things in my bag and stood behind my chair.
"Miss, can't we go?" Someone called. Miss Haines chuckled when other students ag
reed and asked the same thing.
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"You ask me this every day. No you cannot. You have another minute before the be
ll goes." Miss smiled and shook her head when there were grunts of disapproval.
Manya, Gabby and Kenzie had all turned around to face me and we were talking abo
ut our music project.
Miss Haines was standing by the door when the bell went. She opened it up and sa
id goodbye as we all walked out. The corridors were already busy and kids were p
ushing to get past. One of the girls were stood behind me, hands on my hips, as
I charged through the younger years. It always happens, the girls file behind me
holding onto each others hips and using me to get through.
Finally, we made it out of the English block and made our way to the car park. T
he girls walk home as they don't live as far as us boys. When I got to Louis' ca
r, the rest were already sat in the car. Zayn was sitting in the passenger seat
this time, so I sat behind him and next to Harry in the back seat. The journey h
ome consisted of the usual banter and insults being thrown about; all of which g
ot laughed at.
Louis pulled up in front of my house and I jumped out, yelling a goodbye as I wa
lked to my door. I grabbed my keys out of my bag and unlocked the front door. I
kicked my shoes off, opening the porch door that leads to the dining room. Shovi
ng my keys back in my bag, I hooked my bag on the end of the stair banister and
walked into the lounge. Flopping on the couch, I turned on the tele and went str
aight to the music channels. Dappy's new song, Good Intentions, was on so I sett
led for that. Maybe I'll find a song to sing while listening to the music channe
ls.
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--- Next Day ---
Today is Wednesday. Today is a good day. Today I have another double period of M
usic. That's actually where I am heading now. I just had extra Science at break
as I'm struggling with Physics. Lets face it, Physics is a load of crap. When wi
ll I ever need to know how to calculate momentum? Never. Never will I ever need
to know that. I want to be a PE teacher, not a Physicist. I do not want to becom
e a Sheldon Cooper.
Barging into the music room, I grumbled empty curses under my breath and sat wit
h the boys who wore smirks on their faces. I glared at them and they chuckled an
d shook their head. Rolling my eyes, I dropped my bag, grabbed my guitar from th
e nearby cupboard and sat back down. Resting my guitar on my lap, I started play
ing Backstreet Boys song, I Want It That Way, the acoustic way like Boyce Avenue
.
"You are my fire, my one desire, believe when I say, I want it that way. But we
are two worlds apart, can't reach to your heart, when you say, that I want it th
at way." I started singing. I don't know why, but I always seem to start any son
g we sing. I'm like the first verser. Hah! New word.
"Tell me why, ain't nothin' but a heartache. Tell me why, ain't nothin' but a mi
stake. Tell me why, I never wanna hear you say, I want it that way." We all sang
together, our voices creating a harmony. Our voices do blend together really ni
cely, but I just can't help but think that there's something missing.
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"I would sing the next verse, but I don't know the words, believe when I say, I
want it that way." We all started laughing at Harry's remix and lack of lyrics.
Deciding we can't be bothered to sing another song, I carefully placed the guita
r behind me, noticing Niall already sitting in the corner. Wow. He actually mana
ged to enter a classroom without creating a scene. I shall applaud him in my hea
d. Mentally applaud's.
"So, class, I believe you have all been working hard on your music project. I ha
ve been asked the same question quite a few times so I shall clear it up. I know
some of you a more musicians than singers, so you can pair up or group up to si
ng the song, but no duets. This won't be assessed, it's just to help me when I s
ort out groups for your BTEC assessment." Mr Grant explained. Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw Danny, Mark and Glen glance at each other and nod. They're alre
ady in a little group called The Script and are pretty good. "Now, after I take
the register, go practise your songs."
As soon as the register was taken, everyone started moving about. Niall walked o
ut of the room straight away and I shook my head. He's probably using the fact w
e can practise in empty rooms as an excuse to skip class. Louis asked if he coul
d borrow my guitar and I let him as I was going to practise in the auditorium an
yway as the speaker system is better.
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When I walked into the auditorium, I froze at the top. Looking down at the stage
, I saw Niall setting up the microphone. Silently, I made my way to the balcony
seats so he wouldn't see me. I watched him as he walked off the stage, towards t
he techy bit. I couldn't quite see what he was doing. He walked back onto the st
age and pressed a button on the remote, filling the auditorium with music. I rec
ognized the song, but I couldn't quite put my tongue on it.
"Come and hold my hand,

I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand this role I've been given.
I sit and talk to God,
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language,
I don't understand." My mouth fell open at the sound of his voice. He's amazing!
I listened carefully to the lyrics as I always believed lyrics are the words pe
ople are afraid to speak.
"I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don't wanna die
But I ain't keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her.
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Scare myself to death
That's why I keep on running
Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming
I just wanna feel
Cos I got too much life
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I can not get enough
I just wanna feel
I got too much love
To go to waste
I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place
Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
Not sure I understand." The music was still playing, but he hung his head down,
raising his hand to his eye. I had a lump in my throat and my eyes were glazed o
ver with tears. The amount of emotion he put into that song was incredible. He s
ounded so broken; so vulnerable. The guy on that stage isn't the same guy who wa
lks to class late and acts like a dick.
While he wasn't looking, I decided I should try and get out without being notice
d. I quietly picked up my bag and walked down the steps, behind the back row. I
wasn't looking where I was going and kicked a door closed. I scrunched my face u
p in pain and lifted my foot, clutching my toe that throbbed.
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"What're you doing here?" Niall's voice sounded. Slowly, I put my foot back on t
he floor and turned to face the stage. I couldn't see exactly what his facial ex
pression was. He sounded vulnerable, exactly like he was during the song.
"Well, I was going to practise my song for music, but I saw you in here and, yea
h..." I trailed off awkwardly. He walked forwards to the edge of the stage.
"Liam, right?" He asked. I nodded and said 'yeah'. "Did you hear me sing?" He as
ked. Although his normal tone was harsh, he sounded sort of scared.
"Er, yeah I did." I said, walking down the aisle towards the stage. About half w
ay down, I started talking again. "You're amazing by the way." I smiled weakly.
He nodded slightly before sitting on the edge of the stage. I dumped my bag on t
he seats along the front row, and jumped up on the stage, sitting beside him. "I
s that the song you're singing for music?" I asked, timidly, scared he'll snap a
t me. He shook his head.
"Nah. I love Robbie Williams, and that's one of my favourite song, so I decided
to sing it." He sounded so sweet, like he actually wanted a conversation. Why? I
won't question him, I don't want him to run off when I'm just trying to be frie
ndly.
"Robbie Williams is amazing. My mum loves him." I chuckled under my breath. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw him tense up slightly. I've always been good at r
eading people, so it was obvious to me that talking about mums is a sensitive su
bject for him. "Do you know what song you're singing for music?"
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"Yeah, my uncle suggested No Regrets by Dappy." He told me. "Do you?"
"No idea. Completely clueless." I smiled, chuckling out loud. I bit my lip when
the image of his scars popped into my head. If I don't ask him now, I never will
. He'll probably snap at me, but there's no harm in trying? We were just having
a civil conversation, sort of. "Niall, can I ask you something?" I asked slowly.
"Depends." He answered. I took a deep breath and looked at my lap, before lookin
g up at his face. He was staring at me intently, his blue eyes watching me. I co
uld tell they were clouded over with pain. Something else I find easy to pick up
on.
"When we were in PE the other day, you jumped up and your top came up a bit and,
well...er, I saw something on you stomach." I said vaguely. He tensed completel
y, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me.
"That's none of your business." He snapped, standing up. I stood up as well, gra
bbing his arm to turn him to face me.
"Why, Niall?" I whispered.
"Just leave me alone!" He shouted, trying to rip his arm out of my grasp.
"I'm only trying to help you!" I told him.
"I don't need your help!" He yelled, yanking his arm out of my hand. "I don't ne
ed you, Uncle Paul, this school and everyone in it! I don't need anyone but myse
lf so stop trying to butt into things that have nothing to do with you" He conti
nued to yell.
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"But Niall-"
"No! Stop acting like you know every little thing about me because you don't You
don't know anything about me. Just get back to your pathetic, popular life, oka
y? Go back to the girls that drool all over you and the boys wishing to be you!
Go back to your perfect little family where everyone is so happy and sweet. Stay
the heck away from me and my life because it does not concern you!"
"Why can't you just trust me?" I shouted back as he jumped off the stage. He tur
ned around and looked at me.
"Trust you? I don't even know you! Why should I trust someone I don't know?" He
asked bitterly. "If it makes you feel any better, I trust no one, okay? And I wo
n't ever. So before you even try to get me to trust you, stop. It's not going to
work." With that he turned around and stormed out. I sighed, jumping off the st
age and grabbing my bag to walk back to music. The lesson is almost over and I n
eed to meet with Harry and the guys. Getting Niall to trust me will be harder th
an I thought.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Seven (p.1 of 8)
I just realised that in previous chapters, Niall looked at a The Script song to
sing and then I put that they're in his year...so...The Script are in school, bu
t they're recognised on youtube? That's how Niall got their lyrics off the inter
net:D Sorted...
Dedicated to Sincerelywithlove because her comment made me smile:')
Btw, I have nothing against Megan Fox...read on and you'll get what I mean, but
I seriously don't. It's simply for the story:)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Liam's POV
Does he expect me to just give up? How can I? He may say he doesn't need anyone,
but everyone needs someone. Someone to care for them, someone they can vent to
and tell them everything. Someone to be their shoulder to cry on. Someone they c
an trust. I can be that someone. Why does Niall not realise that?
Our conversation kept buzzing around my head for the rest of the day, evening, a
nd into the following morning. Last night I had thought of the perfect song for
music, and I only have today to perfect it as tomorrow is Friday, the day of our
performance. Right now, however, I am sitting with the lads in our form room, w
aiting for morning registration to start.
"Harry, have you done your science homework?" Louis asked, stopping our conversa
tion on the football
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game last night.
"Yeah, for once." Harry chuckled slightly.
"Can I copy it? Mrs Bouchard will have a stephy if he finds out I didn't do it."
Louis asked. Harry nodded and searched his bag for his science book, handing it
to Louis who flicked through it until he found the homework and copied it into
his own.
"Okay, who's up for a game of snog, marry, shag, avoid, friend?" Zayn asked. Har
ry had moved his chair so he was sat at our desk, same with Louis while he did h
is homework. We all agreed and Zayn thought of the first 5 people. "Megan Fox, C
aroline Flack, Cheryl Cole, Nicole Scherzinger and....Fearne Cotton."
"Oooohhh, that's tough." I commented. "Okay, so I would avoid Megan Fox-"

"What? Dude!" Harry interjected.
"What? She seems like a total slag." I defended.
"Yeah, but a fit slag." Zayn backed up Harry.
"Whatever. My opinion. Avoid Megan, friend Nicole, she seems lovely and...who we
re the others?" I asked.
"Caroline Flack, Cheryl Cole and Fearne Cotton." Zayn reminded me.
"Oh, marry Fearne then I can shag her whenever. Snog Caroline and shag Cheryl."
I decided. This game went on for about 5 minutes before the bell went and Miss H
aines came in. She told us it was assembly so as soon as she called the register
, we left for the hall, leaving our bags in the form room. We continued our game
of snog, marry, avoid, shag, friend down to the hall where we were told
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to 'be quiet' and sit down. I rolled my eyes and sat between Zayn and Louis with
Harry the other side of Louis.
"Right, be quiet year 11." Our head of year, Mr Hamill, shouted over the 200 odd
year 11s. Silence followed a couple of minutes after. "Right, as you all know,
prom is coming up next year. As I said at the end of year 10, there have been so
me girls already step up to be on the prom committee but if you have any suggest
ions for the venues or anything, there's a box in my office and I will pass it o
nto them when they next have a meeting." He started off. I saw a few girls excha
nged excited looks and I zoned out after that. Of course, my mind going straight
to the conversation. I still don't know why I can't get it out of my head!
He sounded so broken when he sang. Like it was some plea or something. And the l
yrics? 'I just wanna feel real love, feel the home that I live in'. What's that
supposed to mean? I'm probably over thinking it. But I can't help it. I'm just t
hat type of person, I suppose.
Mr Hamill dismissed us by form group. On the way back, all I could hear was girl
s talking about prom. What type of dress they want, who they want to go with, ho
w they're getting there, what shoes they want and where it should be. I'm so luc
ky I'm a guy. All I need to worry about is getting my suit a week before, and be
ing there. Simple as.
"So, Harry, going to work up the guts and ask Gabby to prom?" Louis teased as we
walked
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into our form room to get our bags. The bell had rung a couple of minutes ago so
it was off to Maths! Such fun, right?
"I'll do it at break." Harry said. I rolled my eyes. Harry's been saying this al
l week, but always chickened out at the last minute. There would be no exception
today. No matter how much he convinces himself otherwise. Walking out of the En
glish block, I said goodbye to Louis and Zayn as Harry and I made our way to the
Maths block.
"Who do we have for Maths?" Harry asked as we walked up the crowded stairs. You
got the jack asses in the years below pushing and shoving thinking they are 'har
d' and 'cool' when they're as 'hard' and 'cool' as a heated marshmallow.
"Erm, Mr Smy I think? Yeah, Mr Smy." I recalled. Finally we made it to the top o
f the stairs and turned right, looking to L29. We sat in our usual seats on the
back row in the far corner by the window. I like sitting by the window, so Harry
has the edge seat. We got out our planners, pencil cases and books for when Mr
Smy came in. Mr Smy is really strict when it comes to being prepared for class,
but he always goes off on tangent when he teaches. When he was teaching us about
circle theorems, he somehow ended up telling us how your wii sensor can work wi
thout being plugged in and just using two little candles. Strange, right? It sur
prisingly works though.
"Hey, Li?" I heard Harry say. I turned to look at him. "What do you think I shou
ld do about Gabby?"
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He asked, looking down as he cheeks went slightly red.
"I don't know. I would say you should tell her, but I know you haven't got a lot
of confidence to do that so maybe just flirt a little, see if she flirts back o
r something. Talk to Kenzie or Manya. Gabby would've told them if she likes you
so that may help. If she does like you, ask her to prom, if not, well, there's p
lenty of other fish in the sea." I suggested. I heard him mumble something like
'but I want the Gabby fish' but Mr Smy had come in and started the register, pre
venting me from saying anything.
Harry's POV
Break was over and now I had science with Louis and Gabby. I did chicken out at
break. The guys teased me about it and I just shrugged it off. I sat down on the
stool at the table behind Louis'. We had a seating plan and he has to sit next
to Niall while I had to sit with Gabby. The room started filling up and it was o
nly when Gabby sat next to me I realised Mrs Bouchard had put up a starter on th
e board. I opened my book to a new page, writing the date on the top line and do
ing the starter. It was only filling in the gaps. The topic we were doing was To
tal Internal Refraction which is pretty easy to be honest.

"Hey, Harry, what's the first one?" Gabby asked.
"Erm, when a light ray travels from air to glass, the angle of refraction is alw
ays less than the angle of incidence." I read, looking at my book.
"And the
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second?" She asked. Gabby never got refraction, even this simple stuff. She alwa
ys copied off me and got me to help her.
"When a light ray travels from water to air, the angle of incidence is always le
ss than the angle of refection." I told her. She wrote down the answers and said
thank you. After 20 minutes of Mrs Bouchard talking, we went into a practical.
It wasn't that exciting. We had to measure the angles of incidence and refractio
n, moving the ray box each time, and then work out Snell's Law. Such fun!
"Harry, I really don't get this." Gabby pouted next to me. We had recorded 10 di
fferent angles, 5 of each, and no were just working out Snell's Law.
"It's simple Gabs. The angle of refraction is sin r and the angle of incidence i
s sin i. To work out Snell's Law, you do sin i divided by sin r." I explained, m
y voice quite patronising. She looked at me, completely baffled. I sighed and ro
lled my eyes, showing her what I mean. I must admit, as I leaned over to her sid
e to show her, I may have leaned more than I should. My side was pressed against
her and neither of us tried to move.
"It just makes no sense!" She insisted after 10 minutes of me explaining.
"What doesn't make sense?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm and not lose my t
emper with her. I don't have a lot of patience.
"What is sin? And why do you have to do all this dividing and everything?" She a
sked, looking genuinely defeated. I suddenly had
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all my patience back. I mean, she looks adorable! Her bottom lip sticking out sl
ightly, her eyes wide and begging me to help her.
"I have no idea, love. It's just what you have to do. I genuinely have no idea w
hat sin is or why we have to do all this dividing, but you just have to do it."
I told her. She groaned.
"This is why I'm going to fail my unit 3. I passed unit 1 and 2 because they did
n't have tricky stuff like sin and crap! I hate science so much." She grumbled.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Stop laughing at me! It's not funny!" She s
aid, trying to keep a straight face which failed as seconds later she giggled, a
slight blush playing at her cheeks.
"I'm sorry! But you just looked so cute when you don't get things." I flirted. H
er cheeks went a slightly darker shade of pink as she slapped my arm playfully.
"Styles, I am not cute! I refuse to be cute." She announced.
"Sorry, sweet cheeks, no can do. Someone like you are just naturally cute and ad
orable." I said seriously, with a slight cheeky tone to my voice.
"Aye, aye, what's going on here?" Louis asked, leaning on our table. I looked do
wn and blushed.
"Can I help you, Boo?" I asked, a little annoyed at him for interrupting us. Lou
is looked behind him at Niall who had his head down, writing something. Louis lo
oked back at us before speaking.
"He's driving me insane! I had to do this whole thing on my own while he doodles
in his book! Lyrics, pictures, anything but the work!" Louis whispered sharply.
I smirked. "Don't you smirk, it's not funny!" I glanced at Gabby who was fidget
ing, trying her hardest not to laugh. Looking back at Louis, I saw he was glarin
g at me.
"Not my problem, mate." I said, putting my arms up in surrender. He grumbled und
er his breath and sat back down beside Niall. "Always the drama Queen." I remark
ed, my smirk bigger. 20 minutes later, it was time to pack away and head off to
next lesson which was History. I was only with Niall and Liam for this lesson. L
ouis and Zayn had Art while the 3 girls had Drama.
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antrum and a go at, only not as mad kind of thing:)
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Eight (p.1 of 17)

BEFORE YOU READ! This chapter is their performances so it is just a filler. If y
ou want more of the 'drama' so to speak, skip to Liam's POV near the end!:) but
if you want to read Zayn's, Mackenzie's, Gabby's, Harry's, Manya's and Louis' pe
rformance 'cause there are cute moments in there, then please do!:)
All the song titles are above each song. The song over there >> is a special son
g, it's on later on:) Also, I've decided to base Mackenzie's character off Carri
e Underwood. I'm pretending Mackenzie has her voice and writes Carrie Underwood'
s songs, but SHE DOESN'T! I do not own her songs in anyway.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mackenzie's POV
"Right, lets go to the Auditorium, shall we? Hopefully we'll be able to listen t
o everyone this double lesson." Mr Locket smiled. She always made me smile. It's
last period on a Friday, and it's a double lesson, which isn't so bad consideri
ng it's Music. I stood up with the rest of the class and headed for the Auditori
um. We left our bags in the classroom, the odd person taking a guitar. We were j
oining with Zayn's class for our performances. There were too many peole for one
class, so we got split. I'm with Manya and Gabby, while the boys are in the oth
er class.
Once we got there, everyone sat in the rows. Our group sat in the third row back
going; Liam, Louis, Manya, Zayn, Me, Gabby, then Harry. Even though we've made
up after our big fight, it's slightly awkward around Zayn. There was still that
little bit of me that hasn't forgiven him. Still, I twisted my body so my legs h
ung over one of his, dangling between his two thighs. His arm was sitting on my
hip while I rested my head on his shoulder. I watched as Mr Grant walked up onto
the stage, towards the microphone stand in the centre of the stage.
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"Would anyone like to go first, or am I going to have to pick?" Mr Grant asked t
hrough the microphone. His voice echoed through the auditorium and everyone look
ed at each other. Sir sighed through the microphone and I watched as his eyes sc
anned us all. They stopped when it got to me or Zayn, I can't tell who. "Zayn, w
hy not you?" Sir smirked. I looked up at Zayn and smirked as he shot a playful g
lare towards Sir. We untangled from each other and he walked to the side of the
stage and up the stairs towards the microphone. Sir had already walked off when
Zayn looked up to the top, far right corner of the auditorium where the techy bi
t was. He nodded and a familiar song filled the place. I smiled, remembering how
I told him I still love this song.
(Simply Amazing - Trey Songz)
"Her head is on my chest, sun comes rolling in
We're lost in these covers, and all I feel is skin
I slowly kiss your face,
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beautiful in every way, you are (you are)
See I'm a man that don't believe in much
But I'll be damned, if I don't believe in us
And how we play a fight up in the bathroom
Next thing you know I'm making love to you
Girl, promise me you'll never change
She ain't perfect, but she's worth it
Every breath I breathe, for the life of me
And I know I might not deserve it
But she loves me, and it's simply amazing (you are),
Simply amazing (you are), simply amazing (you are)
And she loves me, and it's simply amazing, amaze-amazing
The girl's a work of art, and I can't help but stare
With a smile like the sunset, and the ocean is her hair
Ooohhh what she do ain't fair ooooohhh
She know me better, than I know myself, mhmmm
See I'm a man, that don't believe in much
But I'll be damned if I don't believe in us
Like when I said I loved you for the first time
And the tears dropped from your eyes
Girl, don't you ever change
Cause she ain't perfect, but she's worth it
Every breath I breathe for the life of me
But she loves me, and it's simply amazing (you are)
And she loves me
There is nothing, in this world
That can keep me away from you
And there's nobody who could ever compare to you
Ooohhhhh
She ain't perfect (no she ain't), but she's worth it (I'm telling you she is)
Every breath I breathe, for the life of me
But she loves me and it's simply amazing (you are)
And she loves me, and it's simply amazing" I found myself mouthing along to the
words, whilst hiding my cheeks with my hair so no one would see me blush. I stoo
d up with everyone else and clapped like a retarded seal with Gabby. We burst ou
t laughing at the dodgy looks the guys gave us. Looking back at the stage, I not
iced Zayn wasn't there anymore. I looked around and saw him walking down the ais
le, high fiving a few other kids. Liam, Louis and Manya pushed themselves back a
gainst their seats so Zayn could squeeze by. I couldn't help but smile as he loo
ked at me.
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"That was amazing, babe." I told him, giving him a quick kiss before sitting dow
n. We went back to how we were before, my legs slung over one of his, his arm ar
ound my waist, my head on his shoulder. Mr Grant walked over to the mic with a b
ig smile on his face.
"Very good, Zayn. And before you two become all cuddly, it's your turn to perfor
m, Mackenzie." With that he walked off the stage. I slouched up, groaning as I w
ent and earned an 'encouraging' slap on the ass by Zayn. I looked back and playf
ully growled at him as I slid past the others and walked onto the stage. I took
a deep breath as I walked up to the microphone. Zayn knows that I get nervous an
d slight stage fright, but I keep up a strong image so people don't think I'm we
ak.
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Zayn's POV
I smiled as Kenzie made her way to the microphone. She looked confident, but I c
ould tell she was breathing deeply to calm her nerves. She was wearing faded gre
y, ripped skinnies with a deep purple, baggy top that tucked into her skinnies.
The top had 'You are who you are' in black, bold writing that looked like paint
dripping down. The arm holes were the length of the top so she wore a black vest
top under it. On her feet she wore black army boots done up loosely. In other w
ords, she was rocking the 'bad girl/rock chick' look. She looked up to the techy
bit, nodded, and instantly an unrecognisable beat song filled everyone's ears.
One hand held the microphone, the other holding the actual stand not far from wh
ere the microphone connected to the stand.
(Ever Ever After - Carrie Underwood)
"Ever, ever after
Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true
Deep down inside we wanna believe they still do
And a secret is taught, it's our
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favourite part of the story
Let's just admit we all wanna make it too
Ever, ever after
If we just don't get it our own way
Ever, ever after
It may only be a wish away
Start a new fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve
Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe
Unafraid, unashamed
There is joy to be claimed in this world
You even might wind up being glad to be you
Ever, ever after
Though the world will tell you it's not smart
Ever, ever after
The world can be yours if you let your heart
Believe in ever after
No wonder your heart feels it's flying
Your head feels it's spinning
Each happy ending's a brand new beginning
Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through
To ever, ever after
Forever could even start today
Ever, ever after
Maybe it's just one wish away
You're ever, ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
(I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss)
Oh, for ever, ever after." She belted out, not missing a single note. She was lo
oking at me for most of her performance, smiling as she sang. It was an original
song. She always told me she loved writing her own songs, I just never thought
she was that good. She told me she has a few friends from a different school who
play the drums, guitar and bass who help her with the music. I stood with every
one else and clapped as she walked off stage and back towards me. Giving her a '
well done' kiss, she sat back down in our original position, but a lot more comf
ortable with each other.
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"Well done, Mackenzie. Excellent song writing." Mr Grant praised. Mackenzie smil
ed back and snuggled her head into my shoulder. I gave her a light squeeze as I
pecked her on top of her head and watched as Mr Grant scanned the room for someo
ne to pick on. "Daniel O'Donoghue. Your turn." He said. I watched as Danny, Mark
and Glen walked to the stage. They sang a song that I'm guessing is called I'm
Yours. 3 other people sang after them, and I saw Mr Grant writing notes during e
ach performance. After Keziah sang Who's Laughing Now by Jessie J, Mr Grant call
ed Louis to the stage.
Manya's POV
"I really hope he doesn't pick me next." Louis whispered in my ear as Keziah fin
ished singing. Mr Grant's eyes scanned the audience and stopped on Louis. He cal
led Louis up to the stage. Louis let out a groan as I giggled. It's like Mr Gran
t could hear Louis say he doesn't want to be next. Rather unenthusiastically, Lo
uis walked on stage and towards the microphone. He let out a sigh which sounded
through the whole auditorium which caused a few people to chuckle.
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(Fine By Me - Andy Grammer)
"You're not the type
Type of girl to remain
With the guy, with the guy too shy
Too afraid to say he'll give his heart to you forever
I'm not the boy who will fall to his knees
With his hands clasped tight
Begging, begging you please
To stay with him for worse or for better
But I'm staring at you now
There's no one else around
I'm thinking you're the girl for me
I'm just saying it's fine by me
If you never leave
And we can live like this forever
It's fine by me
In the past I would try
Try hard to commit to a girl
Wouldn't get too far
It always somehow seemed to fall apart
But with you, you, you
I can see what I need
I can dream realistically
I knew that this was different from the start
And it seems that every time
We're eye to eye
I can find another piece of you
That I don't wanna lose
And I'm staring at you now

There's no one else around
I'm thinking you're the girl I need
I'm just saying it's
If you never leave
And we can live like
It's fine by me
I'm just saying it's
If you never leave
And we can live like
It's fine by me
fine by me
this forever
fine by me
this forever
And it's never easy

Darling, believe me
I'm as skeptical as you
When I think of life without 'us'
It seems like 'What we supposed to do?'
But I don't wanna come on too strong
If you never leave
We can live like this forever
It's fine by me
It's fine by me
If you never leave
It's fine by me
If we never leave
It's fine by me" He was bouncing all over the stage as he sang, showing he was h
aving so much fun singing. I couldn't help but laugh whenever he winked or made
some other gesture at me, both inappropriate and not so bad. He not only had me
laughing, but pretty much everyone around laughing at his antics. Everyone clapp
ed like a madman when he finished and bowed on stage. He jogged back over to his
seat with a massive smile on his face.
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"Well done, babe." I said before giving him a peck. We sat back down, and after
2 more singers, it was my turn. I made my way up to the stage and stood in front
of the microphone, looking over at the crowd. I gulped. I was never one for cro
wds. I looked at Louis who smiled reassuringly. That moment I decided to look at
Louis for the whole performance, nowhere and at no one else, just Louis.
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(Red Sky - Lawson)
"Lay with me on a street in the city
Find the still in the middle of crazy
Is this all that you wanted?
Just a leaf floating round in the shadows
Holding on tryna find out how to let go
When you think you got all that you wanted
Feel the ground shaking
Slowly we are waking up
There's a red sky
Overhead tonight
That's how I know
It's gonna be alright
There's a pier reaching out from the seaside
Breathe it in, breathe it out, open your eyes
Is this all that you wanted?
Feel the waves breaking
No more time wasting
Slowly we are waking up
There's a red sky
Overhead tonight
That's how I know
Beautiful wonder
Where did you come from?
Writing your name on the horizon
Filling the sky up
Burning like fire
Yeah
There's a red sky
Overhead tonight
That's how I know
It's gonna be alright" I didn't realised I had closed my eyes during my performa
nce until clapping broke me of my trance. I opened my eyes, only to blush at eve
ryone's reaction. Quickly scurrying off stage, I made my way to Louis and snuggl
ed into his side. He chuckled and put his arm around me.
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"You did amazingly, babe. You looked absolutely gorgeous up there." He complimen
ted. This only made me blush more and bury my face more into him.
"Stop making me blush." I mumbled into him which earned another chuckle off him.
Prick. Mr Grant called 1 more person, before calling Harry up.
Gabrielle's POV
I watched as Harry walked towards the stage, his long torso hiding in a plain wh
ite top and navy blue blazer. A part of cream chinos hung low on his hips, givin
g me a lovely view of his purple boxers tight against his ass. Could he be anymo
re perfect? No. No he cannot. His perfect straight teeth giving his a beautiful
smile. His cute little dimples showing whenever he laughs or smiles and his spar
kling green eyes. I've always been a sucker for green eyes. When he stood on the
stage, he nodded at the techy bit before scanning his eyes across the audience.
His eyes stopped at me, our eyes locked, for a second before his gaze dropped t
o someone else.
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(No Name - Ryan O'Shaughnessy)
"Every now and then I see a part of you I've never seen
Birds can swim and fish can fly, the road is long I wonder why
One of these days you'll realise what you mean to me, oh
Every now and then I see a part of you I've never seen
Every now and then I try to tell you just how I feel
The heavens talk, the rain begins, the sky turns black
Nobody wins
Well I try to talk
My soul has turned
This happens every
When I try to tell
but I can't
to steel
now and then
you just how I feel
So if you ever love somebody

You gotta keep them close
When you lose grip of their body
You'll be falling
'Cause I'm falling
Deeper in love, in love [x4]
In love." Halfway during the song, his gaze locked with mine, and he only broke
it to smile at everyone clapping at him. I couldn't help but feel like he was si
nging it for me. Ridiculous right? Why would Harry go for someone like me? I'm n
ot exactly the skinniest or prettiest girl in school. There's a lot more girls i
n the school who have better personalities and better looks than me. Yet my hear
t still fluttered whilst he looked at me. I just hope he sang that for me.
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"Gabrielle. Your turn." Mr Grant called as Harry sat down. I nodded and walked u
p to the stage. I chose this song purposely. It's a really big hint to Harry. Sl
ightly cliche right? Who cares. A girl is allowed to have some cliche in her lif
e. I nodded up at the techy crew, and the music started playing.
Harry's POV
(Only Exception - Paramore)
"When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it.
And my momma swore
that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
But
You
You
You
You
darling,
are the only
are the only
are the only
are the only
exception.
exception.
exception.
exception.
Maybe I know somewhere

deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I've sworn to myself
that I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well you are the
You are the only
You are the only
You are the only
You are the only
only exception.
exception.
exception.
exception.
exception.
I've got a tight grip on reality,

but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning

when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
You are the only exception. [x4]
You are the only exception. [x4]
And I'm on my way to believing.
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing." Her eyes never left mine. That gave me hope
. I couldn't help but smile. Only her close friends knew about her childhood. We
ll, partly, Manya and Mackenzie know the full story, but all she told us was her
mother and father had the worst relationship in history, always arguing. I won'
t go into much detail about someone elses personal life.
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Gabby smiled shyly, before walking off stage and back to her seat beside me. I t
ook a deep breath and took a chance. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Go to prom with me?" I asked. I pulled away slightly to see her cheeks rosy red
. She looks so cute when she blushes.
"On one condition." She whispered back, turning to face me.
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"Anything." I told her. She smirked.
"You buy the tickets." She winked. I chuckled and nodded. Now I just have to ask
her out.
Liam's POV
6 more people went after Gabby and it was finally my turn. It had taken me ages
to think of a song, but I finally found one. It doesn't fit me completely, but I
guess it sort of does? A few lyrics are off, but the whole message works. I wal
ked on the stage and stood in front of the microphone. My eyes scanned the audie
nce for Niall. He was sat 2 rows behind my seat, his eyes fixed on me. He had hi
s usual scowl on his face, but this time he looked slightly intrigued. I nodded
at the techy guys, and music filled the auditorium.
(Personal Soldier - The Wanted)
"Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.
Tell me what's going on
I know there something on your mind and
Can you just open up?
Do you feel out of love
Is somebody tryin' to hurt you
You know I'll never let that happen
They must be out of their mind
Cause you are the sunshine
That makes my day
And I won't let them take that away
I'll be your hero who'se standing strong
Who protects you from any fight
And if your battles are piling on
I will take them on with all my might
Cry your tears on my shoulder
You don't know what the future holds
So I'll be your personal soldier
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Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left.
If life is a battle field
And there's so many dangers
Just when you think it's ok
It blows up in your face
And when this road gets harder
You think your luck's run out
I will find a reserve
To take it all back
To where your heart deserves
Cause there is no way
That I won't put your first
I'll protect you
Girl don't worry

Left, left, left, right, left
Left, left, left, right, left." As hard as I tried not to look at Niall, my gaze
always seem to fall on him. His hard scowl had softened. He looked down at his
lap before practically running out the auditorium, no one noticing as they were
clapping. I knew I couldn't run after him, so I just walked back to my seat. I b
it my lip. Maybe I shouldn't have sung that song. Niall looked like he was about
to burst into tears! Rubbing my face with my hands, I shook my head of thoughts
, focusing on the last few people performing before being dismissed to lunch. Ev
eryone went back to class to grab their back, before heading to wherever to eat.
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Where did I go for lunch? That's simple. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I
did.
I looked for Niall.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I can't believe I wrote this so quickly! Hah! I'm only joking. I wrote this ages
ago whenever I got bored and was in the mood to write cliche song loving! Longe
st ever chapter I think I've ever written. I don't think I'll ever write on this
long again!
I haven't grammar checked this, only spell checked it because right now, I reall
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Nine (p.1 of 6)
Hey guysss! Have you head DNA by Little Mix? Oh my gosh, I love it! Why are they
all so pretty? It's totally unfair.
Anyway, I'm starting a joint fanfic with my friend Ellie. First chapter should b
e up tonight to tomorrow after school.
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ount, It Just Takes Four. It's a Niam and Zarry story:)
ONE LAST THING...I've uploaded a few oneshots, there's a Narry, Niam, Lirry and
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think my sister is 12 weeks along? She'll find out the sec when she's 20 weeks
along:3 Her baby is due APRIL! Ahh I'm so excited!!! Baby Adams is on the way:D
ANYWHORE....Enjoy the chapter:3
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Theo: Funny what you miss when you move. Sights. Sounds. People.
Rachel: Yeah. Missing people is definitely the worst. Still. As long as you have
a way of keeping in touch, I guess you can survive.
Theo: Survive. As in better than nothing."
- Blood Ties - Sophie McKenzie
Liam's POV
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He wasn't in the canteen.
He wasn't in our form room.
He wasn't on the field.
He wasn't in the auditorium.
He wasn't in the gym.
He wasn't even on school grounds.
He just left. Picked up his bag, ran out of class and off school grounds somewhe
re. Principal Higgins came into afternoon registration to see if anyone had seen
him. When everyone said they had no idea, Higgins' face was a mixture of anger
and concern. Everyone brushed it off, thinking he was trying to be cool and skiv
e school. Of course it wasn't that. He looked like he was about to cry before he
ran out of class. He wasn't trying to be cool, he was just getting out before a
nyone saw his tears.
The rest of the school day had gone slowly and I found myself walking home. I to
ld the guys I needed to go into town so I didn't need a ride home. Truth is, I w
anted a little more peace and quiet to think how I'll get Niall to trust me. It'
s hard. He won't find some new found trust in me straight away, it's going to ta
ke a while. But how? How the hell am I going to get him to trust him without ann
oying him, pestering him, and making him want to hit me?
Niall's POV
Damn him. Damn that Liam kid. The moment he sang, I felt my walls crumble. Yet,
I couldn't bring myself to leave. Why did I wait so long to leave? He looked str
aight at me as my eyes watered. He was looking at me through the whole performan
ce. It was obvious he was singing that song for me. He wanted to be my personal
soldier? No one has ever wanted to protect me like that before. As much as I lov
ed it, I hated it. Of course I want to be loved, but I'm scared. I'm scared that
if I let anyone in, they're just going to hurt me like my 'family' did.
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Liam could just be like the others. He'll say he cares, that I can trust him, bu
t he'll use it against me and beat me to dust. He'll make my school life hell. T
he image I got here, no one is going to hurt me unless I let them in. If I let L
iam in and he hurts me, everyone is going to see how vulnerable, pathetic and a
waste of space I really am. Then I'll just be back to square 1. My life would be
like how it was back in Mullingar. Uncle Paul will see how useless and pointles
s to humanity I am and beat me for it. It's not like I'm not used to it. Of cour
se I am. Yes, it does still hurt, but the physical pain I can cope with, it's ju
st the scars left by loved one.
I glanced over my desk in the corner of my room. In a wooden frame, there was a
photo of Mum and I. She was holding me against her hip as we smiled at the camer
a. We came to England for holiday, down to Weymouth, and that day we went to Nor
the Fort. I was holding a cetificate in my hand for counting 57 mice around the
fort. The photo next to it was the same one as the one in Uncle Higgins' office,
the one of her on her wedding day.
Walking over to the desk, I picked up and held the first photo frame in my hands
. A weak smile tugged at my lips as my left hand gently grazed the glass. I miss
her so much. Her blonde hair and bubbly personality. I can't remember much abou
t her, but I remember her being so loving and caring. I remember her telling me
one her most favourite quote by Winston Churchill.
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If you're going through hell, keep going.
My hell seems never ending.
For the first time in a long time, I didn't fight the tears that threatened to f
all. I sniffed as a tear dropped onto the glass, just below my mother's face. Te
ars kept rolling down my cheeks, landing on the photo. I wiped the salty water o
ff the frame, placing it back on the desk. Wiping my cheeks, I sat back on my be
d. Tears still fell from my eyes, but I wiped them away before they had a chance
to drip as I turned on my tele and x box.
"NIALL! ARE YOU HOME?" I heard Uncle Paul shout. I quickly wiped my face dry, tr
ying to blink back the tears. I didn't want anyone to catch me crying. No one.
"YEAH! IN MY BEDROOM!" I yelled back. Second later I heard footsteps up the stai
rs and my door was swung open as I loaded Call Of Duty; World At War.
"Why the hell did you cut school?" I flinched at his angry, harsh voice. He's ne
ver used that tone with me and frankly, it scared me. He's usually soft with me.
"I-I'm sorry. I-it was the p-performance, a-and the song Liam sang, i-it was...I
-I didn't like i-it." I stuttered in fear, shuffling to the far side on the bed,
my back leaning against the wall as I coward away.
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"You skipped school because of a song? Just because you didn't like it? What? Wa
s it not rap enough for you or something?" He wasn't full of yelling, but his vo
ice was loud enough to remind me of Bobby - I refuse to call him my father. I sh
ook my head rapidly.
"N-no, it was a good s-song, it was just-"
"Just what? Niall you can't keep cutting school! It's your first week and with t
he amount of classes you've missed, you've been at school for the equivalent of
3 days! 3 out of 5 days, Niall!" He pointed out.
"I-I'm sorry." My voice sounded so vulnerable. I hated it. He finally looked at
me. He'd been pacing in my room, throwing his arms about, making me think he wou
ld hit me. His expression soften and he slowly came closer, sitting on the end o
f my bed. I backed away, sitting on my pillow, looking at him wide eyed. He sigh
ed, and moved slightly closer. I tried pushing myself back, but my back was pres
sed firmly against the wall.
"Niall, I didn't mean to yell. You don't need to afraid either, I am not your fa
ther or brother." He said gently.
"H-he's not my f-father. A-and he's n-not my b-brother." I told him. A small, sy
mpathetic smile fell on his face as he nodded slightly.
"I'm not Bobby or Greg. You don't need to be afraid of me, okay? I was just worr
ied about you. You just disappeared and I couldn't leave school to find you. Nor
mally you give me a little heads up about where you're going if you bunk off, bu
t you didn't even text me. I was so worried, Niall." His voice so sincere. Nobod
y ever spoke to me like that before. I bit my lip and nodded. Wearily, I crawled
over to Uncle Paul and wrapped my arms around his waist. It was the first time
I had given him a hug; it was the first time in a long time I've given anyone a
hug.
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"Sorry I scared you." I mumbled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around my
shoulders.
"And I'm sorry for scaring you." He said, kissing the top of my head. "Now, how
about Nando's for dinner, yeah?" I pulled back and grinned, nodding like a madma
n. I could feel something happening that I didn't want to happen, but at the sam
e time, I was glad it was.
My wall crumbled a little.
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Dedicated to porshki21 because her comment made me smile:3 UNCLE PAUL TO THE RES
CUE!!!
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Liam's POV
"I swear, when I actually do my homework, Miss doesn't bother collecting it in o
r marking it, but when I don't do it, she wants it! She must be psychic and have
something against me. That's why. It's the only logical explanation. I swear sh
e hates me or something! I don't even know what I do wrong yet she still hates m
e!" Zayn rambled as we were walking to our form room for lunch. As you can tell,
we just had French. Our teacher, Mrs Rae, isn't exactly fond of Zayn.
"Maybe because you never do your homework, when you do, you either copy off me o
r it's utter bollocks and you're normally 'late' to class." I pointed out with a
smirk, opening the door to the English block and walking up the stairs.
"I come to class with you! I don't get how she can say I'm late. And she should
be glad that I actually did the homework." Zayn retorted. I rolled my eyes. "The
only thing I like about her is for our speaking assessments, she helps you chea
t. If she didn't, I wouldn't have gotten my B and I would've gotten, like, an F
or something." Opening the door to our form room I groaned.
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"Zayn! For the love of all things sane, shut up!" I whined. Dumping my bag on ou
r table. There were a few other kids in here, but Harry and Louis were yet to ap
pear. I sat on the desk, back against the wall and legs crossed in front of me.
Zayn sat in his chair and pushed my bag on the floor. "Rude." I said. Harry and
Louis chose that moment to walk in, laughing their asses off. "Louis," I whined,
dragging out his name, "pick up my bag will you, please?" He nodded, not thinki
ng twice and putting my bag on my lap. "Thank you."
Harry and Louis sat on their desk in front of us, their feet on their chairs as
they faced it. We all munched on our lunches, talking about Scouting For Girls'
up coming tour that we're desperate to go to. After eating my sandwich, crisps a
nd chocolate bar, I got off the table.
"I'm going to the canteen, anyone coming?" I asked. They all shook their heads a
nd I frowned. I hate going to the canteen on my own, I feel like such a loner. S
till, I made my way to the canteen. All the 'hard' year 9's and 10's were hangin
g in the corridor outside their form rooms. Our school is strange, you have to w
ear uniform up until year 11, then you can wear your own clothes in year 11 and
6th form. Not that I'm complaining!
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Walking into the canteen, a wave of stuffy warmth hit me. Although it's nice in
the winter when it's freezing, it's not so nice nice when it's quite warm outsid
e. I walked over to the hot food queue and jumped to the front as I wasn't actua
lly buying any food.
"What can I get for you, Liam?" Sally asked. Sally used to help out at Scouts wh
en I used to go - before I got a life. No offense to anyone who goes to Scouts.
"An orange and passionfruit slushie please." I asked, politely. She nodded and g
ot me a slushie. I handed over 70p and walked out the canteen.
I haven't seen Niall since he walked out of class on Friday. I spent the whole w
eek end trying to think of ways to get him to trust me and thought of none. My m
ind just couldn't think of anything other than his scarred stomach. Scars like t
hat don't just fade straight away. I'm sure they'll be there for a few weeks.
"Liam?" I turned around to see Principal Higgins walking down the English corrid
or.
"Yes, sir?" I asked, standing outside my form room. I glanced through the glass
and saw Louis standing on the table, grinding his hips on air while Harry and Za
yn were wiping their tears - presumably from laughter.
"Can I speak with you in my office?" He asked. I nodded and followed him to his
office. A few guys from my year smirked at me, thinking I was in trouble. I just
shrugged, showing I had no clue what I had done.
Walking into Princial Higgins' office, I saw Niall already sat down. Slowly, I s
at on the chair beside Niall, giving Principal Higgins' a confused look as he sa
t in his chair the other side of the desk. I glanced between the two and saw Nia
ll scowling at Principal Higgins. His elbow was resting on the arm rest and he h
and was in front of his mouth.
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"Now, Liam, I need to ask you a favour." Sir started. I nodded slowly as Niall s
coffed. "As you know, Niall isn't the best behaved student, and I was wondering
if you could keep an eye on him? Make sure he doesn't get into fights or misbeha
ve in class. I will match your schedules so you have each class together."
"What? Are you kidding me? I have a babysitter?" Niall practically yelled. "I do
n't need some jack ass-"
"Hey!" I glared, offended.
"-to stick with me throughout school! I'm not a child!" He carried on, ignoring
me.
"Niall, please stop yelling. It's for your own good. Will you do it, Liam?" Prin
cipal Higgins asked. I was about to say no, then I remembered about gaining Nial
l's trust. Maybe this would help? It'll take him a while to warm up to me, but I
suppose it won't be so bad, right?
"Well, I er, I guess so?" I said, not completely sure about my decision.
"Are you kidding me?! You're actually agreeing to babysit me?" Niall asked, dumb
founded.
"It's not really babysitting..." I trailed off.
"Great! Now, you schedules will be matched as I said before, you will sit togeth
er in every class and spend lunch and break together, got it?" Principal Higgins
asked, looking at Niall with a stern expression.
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"This is stupid!" Niall exclaimed. He looked at me. "I can't believe you even ag
reed!"
"Your classes will be matched starting from tomorrow. Dismissed." I nodded, igno
ring Niall's statement, and walked out. Walking down the corridor, I felt a hand
on my shoulder and I was spun around.
"Why the hell did you agree? I don't need a babysitter!" Niall glared.
"Would you rather it be me or some kid that you haven't even spoken to?" I chall
enged. He went to open his mouth, but closed it again. "Exactly."
"Just stay out of my business." He spat.
"I wasn't even planning on snooping in your business." I lied. He glared at me b
efore walking away. I sighed. Of course I was planning on snooping, just not so
soon.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Eleven (p.1 of 5)
Just like the point out....Swag means Secretly We Are Gay...Louis is the 'Swag'm
asta from Dancasta....anyone else think this is not a coincidence;) Hahah! Only
joking:P
Decided to change this into a short story:) Well, shorter then I planned it to b
e:P
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Mumbling incoherent words, I walked back to my form room. My slushie freezing my
hand as I held it. Do you drink or eat slushies? I supposed you can drink a slu
shie, but eat it as it's ice, right? Either way, it went in my mouth and down my
throat. Kids in my year that were hanging in the corridor, smiled at me. I gave
them a weak smile back before it fell into an annoyed expression.
"Principal Higgins is an ass." I exclaimed as I walked into my form room. I sat
back on the desk with my arms crossed. Harry, Louis and Zayn exchanged glances.
"And why is that may I ask?" Louis said, asking the question they were all think
ing.
"He asked me to stick with Niall during school. I have to sit with him during le
sson, our classes have been made to match, and, like Niall says, I'm pratically
his 'babysitter'." I spat. The guys had all amused expressions on their faces. "
It's not funny!" I whined.
"Sorry, Li, but it sort of is." Harry smirked.
"How much is he paying you, Li? Is it by the hour?" Zayn teased.
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"Don't forget to change his nappy, Ni!" Louis joined in.
"Oh! You must tuck him in when it's his bed time." Harry said in a patronising v
oice. I groaned. This only made them laugh and carry on with their teasing.
After what felt like hours of teasing, the bell finally went, signalling it was
the start of P.E. I grabbed my P.E kit from the cabinet in the corner of the roo
m and headed to the last lesson of the day. Miss Haines lets us keep our P.E in
the cabinet so we don't have to carry them around all day; as long as they don't
spill out so people can't trip over them.
Walking into the boys changing rooms, I saw Alex, Grady and Ryan. Louis ran stra
ight past me, jumping on Grady's back as he took off his jeans, causing Grady to
belly flop the floor in his boxers and white t-shirt. I winced and laughed. Tha
t must've hurt. After shouting some rather insulting words - which didn't seem t
o bother Louis at all - Grady got up and pulled on his trackies. We all got chan
ged and walked into the gym.
"Sit on the floor, please." Mr Ferguson said. Sir started taking the register, s
hortly getting to Niall's name. "Anyone seen Niall?" Sir asked, slightly annoyed
that he's late again.
"He's talking to Principal Higgins." I covered for him. He better appreciate thi
s. Sir nodded and carried on with the register. Once he finished, Niall so conve
niently walked in. He seemed like he didn't really want to cause much disruption
, but ended up doing so anyway. He sat down behind us and Sir carried on.
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"As I was saying, same teams as last lesson and we'll go straight into another g
ame. Liam's team vs. Jessica's." Once Sir finished explaining, Alex, Grady, Ryan
, Louis, Niall and I got in a little huddle.
"I'll stay up the other goal, Niall, you were good defending so stay down there,
Alex, Grady, Ryan and Louis, carry on doing whatever the hell you were doing be
fore." I told them. They nodded and got into position while Jessica's team got i
nto position. I felt someone's stare on me and I caught Niall's eye. He tucked t
he his baggy blue polo in the from of his trackies, not bothering to tuck in the
sides of back. I'm guessing he doesn't want me to see his scars again.
Smiling sympathetically, he glared at me. Guess he doesn't like sympathy. I sigh
ed and focused on the game that had just started. Sir threw the ball up in the a
ir and Jessica and Ryan both jumped for the ball but Ryan managed to knock it to
wards Louis. The game started kicking up, the ball going up and down the court.
I managed to score 2 hoops, while Jessica's team managed to score 1. For a team
of girls, they were surprisingly good at basketball. I suppose that's all the ye
ars of netball they do.
7 minutes after the game started, Mr Ferguson blew the whistle. Both teams got o
ff the pitch and sat on the bench, while the other 2 teams get into position. Wh
oever won this game would play us as we won; then the losers would play Jessica'
s team. I sat next to Niall on the bench, with Louis my other side, then Alex, G
rady and Ryan the other side of Louis. It was pretty awkward sitting next to Nia
ll. I didn't know what to say! I sighed and let words tumble out of my mouth.
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"Look, Niall, I know you don't like the fact that I'm your 'babysitter'," I star
ted, using air quotations around 'babysitter'. Niall glanced up boredly at me, "
but your Uncle is only trying to look out for you. I won't dig into your busines
s, okay? All I'll be doing is sitting next to you during classes." Niall rolled
his eyes.
"Whatever." He mumbled rudely.
"Jeeze, could at least be friendly. I'll be spending every waking minute at scho
ol with you." I grumbled. Niall glanced back up at me with a glare.
"That's exactly why I'm not going to be 'friendly'. I don't need, nor want, you
to stick with me like glue, and you don't even want to be stuck with me all day,
so why the hell did you agree?" He's asked the same question since we got out o
f Principal Higgins' office. I knew the reason why, but I can't exactly tell him
that now, can I? I shrugged.
"Honestly, I don't know." I told him. "I guess you could say I care." I said tru
thfully. Well, partly the truth. Niall looked taken back.
"Care about me?" He repeated. I nodded.
"I must be crazy, but I do. There's something about you that I don't quite get.
I want to know what it is, but I don't want you to go psycho on my ass." I told
him, trying to joke a little at the end. A smile tugged at the corners of his li
ps, a small smile breaking out before it set back to his normal glare.
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"Don't bother trying." He spat before getting up and walked out of the gym.
"Way to go, Payne. We're one player down." Louis whined. I playfully glared at h
im before sighing.
This is going to be a lot harder then I thought.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twelve (p.1 of 7)
Dedicated to bu12r63 for her comment: 'I am so in love with this story! Niall ju
st open up yeah? Liam and you need to be friends, then be boyfriends, then husba
nd, then adopt Niam babies, grow old together, and die together. If you don't I
will cry! And you don't want me to cry do you?'
NO I DON'T! PLEASE DON'T CRY! D: I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN MY FRIENDS CRY!!
Guys check out my good friend, Kayleigh Gazzard's, cover of All I Want by Koldal
ine. She's freaking amazing! Not being biased or anything, but she is one HECK o
f a singer!
I'm not making the experiment up btw. I had to do this is Science and my friend,
Courtney, wouldn't go anywhere near it so I had to cut it open ALL BY MYSELF an
d it was disgusting yet so cool!!
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Today should be a great day. I have my favourite lessons and teachers. But of co
urse, today will end up being awful for the simple reason I have to 'babysit' Ni
all. He'll be really blunt, try to ignore me, arrogant and non co-operative when
we have to work in pairs. As much as I try to befriend him, he's making it pret
ty hard. Yes, I want to befriend him, but I want to punch the guy in the face.
Right now I'm sat in fourth period, Science. Normally Louis would sit in front o
f Zayn and I, next to Niall, but of course, Zayn had to swap with Niall so now I
'm sat at the back with Niall while Zayn and Louis sit in front of us, whisperin
g snide comments. They find this hilarious. It may help me trying to get Niall t
o trust me, but it's annoying the crap out of me.
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"This lesson, we will be using the pigs eyes to see the lenses that are in eyes.
They're exactly the same as a human lens. For all the squirmish people, can you
please wait outside and I'll come talk to you. The rest of you, grab an eyeball
, a scalpel, tweezers, scissors and remember to wear gloves." Mrs Bouchard expla
ined. In case you haven't realised, today we are cutting open a pigs eye to see
the lens.
"You better not be one of the squirmish people." An Irish accent said. I looked
to my right and saw Niall raise an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. I scoffed.
"You don't have to worry about that, Irish." I winked, using Louis' nickname for
him. "You go get the eye, I'll go get the scalpel and stuff." I said. He nodded
and we went up to the front to grab our the things we needed, putting on the pu
rple rubber gloves. When I got back to the desk, I saw Niall taking the cellopha
ne off the eyeball with a grimace. It was on a tray and the pupil was big and bl
ack. I mimed gagging as I put the equipment on the table.
"You can try first." Niall said quickly. I playfully glared at him and he gave m
e a sheepish shrug. I took a deep breath before holding onto the eyeball and hol
ding the scissors in the left hand. The eyeball was hard yet slimy in my fingers
. I tried to pinch it with the scissors, but it wouldn't cut it. I ended up jabb
ing it, which still didn't work. "If you do that, you might break the lens." Nia
ll pointed out. I dumped the scissors on the tray.
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"You do it! It's freaking hard!" I whined.
"That's what she said!" Louis yelled, turning around and winking at me. I rolled
my eyes. Zayn elbowed Louis and they got back to their eyeball. I looked at wha
t Niall was doing and he was doing similar to what I was.
"Maybe if I hold it, it might be easier." I suggested. Niall nodded and let go o
f the eye. I grabbed it between my finger and thumb and Niall got back to trying
to cut it open. "This is disgusting." I whined.
"Too right." Niall agreed. After about 10 minutes, Niall finally managed to get
a little hole in the eye. He cut around the edge, letting this black liquid pour
out of it. I instantly let go and back away, Niall following also, standing bes
ide me. "That shit is in our eyes." Niall pointed out. A shiver ran down my spin
e at the thought.
"Don't say that." I groaned. Niall chuckled and my heart stopped. He has the cut
est laugh. Using the tweezers, I poked around a bit, looking for the lens. I fou
nd it. It was a little, clear ball surrounded by this clear liquid. It looked li
ke a scrambled egg. The lens being the yoke. Putting the tweezers down, I poked
the lens. I chuckled. It felt funny. Hard, yet squidgy. I nudged Niall. "Feel it
." I told him. He did as I said and chuckled.
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"That feels well cool!" He said, a small smile at his lips. His smile is so beau
tiful, even if it is a small one.
"Great work, boys!" I looked up to see Mrs Bouchard standing over us. "Put every
thing at the front, the eyeball and all that stuff in the green bin, everything
else in the blue tub, then draw the lens in your book." She ordered. We nodded,
putting away the equipment, and washing out hands afterwards before drawing it i
n our books. Everyone else was either finishing up, squirming, laughing, or draw
ing.
"Prinicpal Higgins is your Uncle, right?" I asked as we were drawing. Niall nodd
ed.
"Yeah, he is." Niall said.
"Why do you live with him and not your family?" I asked. Niall tensed. "You don'
t have to tell me! I was just wondering." I quickly said. Niall looked up slight
ly.
"Thanks." He muttered.
"You like Wolverhampton so far?" I wondered. Niall shrugged.
"Haven't had the chance to really look around. I was grounded last week, plus I
prefer being at home. That, and Uncle Paul gets worried when I'm out alone." He
said. I nodded.
"I could show you around some time. You got to know the place you live, right?"
I suggested. Niall bit his lip for a while. He shrugged.
"Maybe." I smiled. "That's not a yes."
"But it's not a no either." I pointed out. Niall sighed.
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"Pack up and stand behind your stools!" Mrs Bouchard shouted out the buzz of cha
tter. I put my planner, pencil case and Science book and stood behind my stool,
waiting to be dismissed. One of the rules Principal Higgins gave us was we had t
o spend break and lunch together. For the first few days, I decided we should pr
obably not spend it with Harry, Louis and Zayn, just to let Niall get used to my
company without those 3 bugging him with questions.
"Where do you want to go for lunch?" I asked once we exited the classroom.
"Normally I go to the auditorium or one of the music rooms. We could see if the
auditorium is free?" Niall suggested. I replied 'sure' before we made out way to
the auditorium. Luckily no one was in. I dumped my bag on one of the seats, gra
bbing my packet of Quavers and a waggon wheel before making my way on stage. Nia
ll dumped his bag next to mine but grabbed a key out of his bag. I watched him a
s we opened a cupboard under the stage and picked up a guitar.
"You keep a guitar here?" I asked, eating my crisps. Niall nodded.
"Uncle Paul gave me free access to the auditorium because I love playing guitar
and singing. It's what I do in my free time." Niall told me. I was excited that
he was talking to me normally, but I didn't want to push anything.
"Mind if you played for me?" He nodded and asked what song. "Do you know Back Fo
r Good by Take That?"
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"Yeah, I do." He said before climbing on stage, standing up and playing the open
ing chords. "You start." He said. I nodded.
"I guess now it's time for me to give up
I feel it's time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got you're lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now." I started. I nodded at Niall to
say 'join in' when the chorus came.
"Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it
You'll be right and understood." I smiled when our voices harmonized. He didn't
look at me while he sang.
"Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn't good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can't you find a little room inside for me." He sang along. My smile grew bigger
. He's just as amazing as he was before when he sang Robbie Williams.
"Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it

You'll be right and understood.
And we'll be together, this time is forever
We'll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again.
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it
You'll be right and understood." The smile didn't leave my lips as we sang the r
est together. His voice is simply amazing.
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"You're amazing, Niall." I told him.
"Don't lie, Liam. I hate liars." Niall spat, sitting on the edge of the stage. I
sighed and sat beside him.
"What if I told you I wasn't lying?" I questioned. Niall sighed and looked down
at his lap. I like this side of Niall; the vulnerable, easy talking Niall. I can
wait till he because the other Niall; the one who's a dick and is blatantly not
the real him.
"Maybe I will take you up on that tour offer. I need to get to know the place."
Niall spoke up after a couple of minutes of silence. I smiled.
"Today, after school?" I asked. Niall nodded.
"Sure." Niall said. I smiled. The bell went, signalling the end of lunch. We jum
ped off the stage, grabbed our bags and walked out after Niall had put his guita
r away. In the corridors, Niall had the cold look on his face, warning people no
t to go near him. He was a completely different person around other people. I ju
st don't get it.
I'm determined to find out why.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Thirteen (p.1 of 5)
Niall's POV
During last period, I told Liam my address and we decided to meet at half 4; giv
ing us time to get home and changed. Uncle Paul was thrilled when I told him wha
t I'll be doing after school. I was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to do the was
hing up because I 'made an improvement' - his words, not mine - but that didn't
happen.
Walking up to my front door, I tried to unlock it but it didn't work. I frowned
and pushed down the handle to have it open straight away. That's strange. Uncle
Paul never leaves the house unlocked. Slowly, I pushed open the door and walked
in. The tele in the lounge was on. Quietly, I put my bag down, took my keys out
of the door and shut it.
"Hello?!" I called. I mentally scolded myself. Why did I do that? I burgarly is
hardly going to reply 'hey, I'm in your lounge, fancy watching the football with
me?' are they? Stupid Niall!
"Niall, is that you?" A recognisable voice called back. I frowned, and walked in
to the lounge to see Nan and Grandad sat on the couch. My eyes widened. I haven'
t seen them since Mum died. Bobby wouldn't let me see any of my relatives.
"Nanny!" I yelled, running up to Nan as she stood up and wrapped my arms around
her waist. Yes, I still her Nanny. Bite me. Nan and Grandad are Bobby's parents.
My Mum's parents died when I was 3. Nan has short, boy-like brown hair. Not bei
ng funny, but picture Cliff Richard as a female and you have my Nan; although sh
e is a lot prettier.
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"What about your old man?" Grandad asked as I let go of Nan. I sat on my Grandad
's lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I've missed these two like mad. Gran
dad has very short black hair with brown eyes, framed by 80s style glasses. Gran
dad unwrapped his arms from around my waist, holding my hips. I flinched. I stil
l had a scar from when Bobbie burnt me with a metal rod.
"Now, Niall, Paul told us what Bobby did. I'm not going to question you about it
, I'm just letting you know that you don't have to be afraid that he'll find you
or anything, okay?" Nan said sternly. I looked down and nodded. "Do you want me
to check your scar-" I jumped up.
"It's okay, Nanny. They're fine. I got to go get ready. I'm going out with Liam
soon." I rushed, quickly walking out of the lounge and into my bedroom up the st
airs. I took a deep breath. No one is to know about my scars. Liam shouldn't eve
n know but I had to be irresponsible and not tuck my top it so it flew up. I can
't believe I did that!
Slipping out of my black top, I pulled on a white sweater. The sweater went well
with my black jeans so I kept them on, only changing into my white Supras. I pu
shed the sleeves up to my elbows and ran a hand through my hair. Checking the ti
me on my phone, I saw I had 10 minutes before Liam would arrive. I decided I wou
ld see what munchies we had in the kitchen. Looking through the various cupboard
s, I found nothing. I checked in the fridge and grabbed a packet of mini chocola
te fingers, a wagon wheel and a chocolate bar.
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"Hungry, Niall?" I looked up to see my Nan smiling at me. I shrugged.
"Got the munchies." I mumbled, finishing my packet of chocolate fingers and wago
n wheel in seconds. I heard my Nan laugh before eating my chocolate bar in 2 bit
es. "Nan, do you have a couple of quid I can nick? I don't if I'll be home for t
ea and I fancy a chippy tonight." I asked. My Nan nodded before looking through
her purse which sat on the kitchen counter top.
"When will your Uncle be home?" She asked, filling the kettle up. I shrugged.
"He's normally home about...half 5, 6 o'clock? He normally rings home when he's
just leaving." I told her. She nodded and made herself and Grandad a cup of tea.
I heard a knock at the door and said goodbye to my Grandparents before opening
the door, revealing Liam wearing the same outfit as before. A grey t-shirt, ligh
t brown jacket and light brown chinos with grey converses. He smiled and I gave
a weak smile back. Something about Liam made me feel weak and vulnerable, and I
didn't like it.
"Hey, Niall." He said. I stepped outside and shut the front door.
"Hi. Where to first?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Well, there's the park, the town centre, or the lake?" He suggested. I bit my l
ip.
"Can we go to the lake?" I asked. He nodded. I have a feeling I'm going to like
the lake.
It took us about 20 minutes to get to the lake. We had to walk through a little
foresty bit, being careful of our footing as there wasn't a specific path. The l
ake itself was oval with clear water. Plants and bushes covered a quarter of the
lake. On either side of the bushes was a set of steps leading into the lake. It
was quiet here; on the outskirts of the town.
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"Wow." I breathed.
"I know. It's a great place to come when you need to be alone. Hardly anyone com
es here, and if they do, you can hear them coming. The water is surprisingly war
m, even in the winter. The farmer who owns this bit of land keeps it clean and I
think he's put in little water heaters." Liam explained. I frowned.
"A farmer owns this place?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah. People have been using the lake to swim in before the farmer bought it. E
veryone in Wolverhampton knows about it. I think the farmer bought it to look af
ter it for the community. He's a lovely bloke." Liam shrugged. I nodded, keeping
my eyes on the lake. We were on the side opposite to the bushes. The water look
ed very tempting, but I didn't have my swimming trunks or top. I glanced at Liam
and saw him taking his jeans off.
"What're doing?" I asked. He smirked.
"What does it look like? I'm going swimming." He winked, taking off his top. His
chest was toned and he skin was fairly tanned. He dumped his clothes on his sho
es and socks, leaving him in his boxers, and ran towards the water, diving strai
ght in. His head popped up seconds later and he turned to face me. "Coming in? T
he water is lush!" He smiled. I bit my lip and shook my head. If I took off my t
op, he would see my scars, and if I swam with my top on, I will end up walking a
round town with a soaking top. He looked at me sympathetically. "My house is 2 m
inutes from here. You can wear your top in and borrow one of my after." Damn, fo
rgot he knew about my scars.
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Sighing, I took off my shoes, socks and jeans. I really like this top as well. R
unning at the lake, I jumped into it - not as elegantly as Liam. When my head br
oke the surface of the water, I rolled up my sleeves.
Around Liam, I felt more carefree. Yes, it scared me. It scares me knowing my wa
lls are as thick; they're still there, just not as strong. Even though it scares
me, I kind of like it. I haven't felt this happy since before Mum died. The onl
y person who has been able to knock down my walls is Uncle Paul. Liam is trying
his hardest to, but he needs to do something before I knock them down for him. H
e needs to gain my trust. And I have a feeling he's not going to give up. But th
e thing is...
Do I really want him to give up?
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Fourteen (p.1 of 6)
Liam's POV
After endless splash fights, handstand competitions, holding our breath competit
ions and laughing fits, we decided it was time to get out as the sky was startin
g to darken. We climbed out and walking over to our clothes. Niall's sweater was
stuck to his stomach. I would love to have said it was toned and perfect, but h
e was so skinny. I never notice how thin he is.
Groaning, we pulled on out jeans over our soaking boxers. As I slipped into my t
-shirt, it instantly stuck to my chest.
"Maybe we should change completely at my house. I have spare boxers and everythi
ng for you." I chuckled at his face. It was scrunched up in disgust as his cloth
es clung to him. He nodded.
"Lets hurry up, shall we?" He suggested. I nodded and we started walking to my h
ouse. My jeans rubbed against my wet legs. We both ended up walking like we've j
ust crapped in out pants as we tried to prevent our jeans rubbing. Once we got o
ut of the forest bit, and walked a little down the street, we turned the corner
and I could see my house at the end of the street.
"Oh thank goodness." I whispered under my breath.
We finally reached my drive and we walked up. Unlocking the door, I flung it ope
n and took off my shoes and socks so I could rid myself free of these jeans. I l
et out a satisfied moan when I took off my jeans. Shutting the door behind him,
Niall did the same.
"My room
ootsteps
laundry
clothes
is just up here." I said, running up the

following. Swinging my bedroom door wide
basket. I told Niall to dump his clothes
while I grab a couple of towels from the
stairs. I could hear Niall's f

open, I chucked my jeans in my
in there and search through my
bathroom.
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When I can back, Niall had laid out tan chinos, a white top, yellow boxers and a
royal blue jacket. He was still in his soaking top. Chucking him a towel, I gra
bbed a pair of boxers, tan chinos, and a blue plaid top.
"I'll get changed in the bathroom." I smiled. I knew he didn't want to show me h
is stomach, and I'm not going to push him into anything. I left me bedroom with
my clothes and got changed in the bathroom. Draping the towel over my head so I
could rub my hair, I knocked on my bedroom door. "You done, Niall?" I asked.
"Yeah!" He replied. When I walked in, he was rubbing his hair dry. He didn't hav
e my jacket on yet and it was still set on my bed.
"I'll get my mum to wash your clothes and I'll give them back to you sometime to
morrow." I told him. He nodded and said thanks, dumping his towel in the laundry
basket and slipping on the jacket. I chucked him a pair of spongebob socks and
he slipped them on. I pulled on a pair of toy story socks and we made our way do
wnstairs, slipping on our shoes and walking out.
"Where's your family?" He asked.

"My sisters are in Uni, and my parents are still at work. They don't get back un
til around 7 o'clock." I explained. He nodded. "Well, there's a chippy in the ce
ntre of town. Want'a go there?" I asked.
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"Yes! I'm starving!" He agreed eagerly. We walked the short, 10 minute journey i
nto the centre of town, heading towards Charcoal Grill, the nicest chippy in Wol
verhampton. We walked in a comfortable silence, both lost in our thoughts.
Opening the door to the Charcoal Grill, a wave of warmth hit us. The luscious sm
ell of deep fried chips, grease, and meat filled our nostrils. Luckily, there wa
s no else in there so it should be quite quick.
"Large chips please." Niall asked.
"1.80, please." The man behind the counter said. He had dark skin and dark hair;
probably Indian due to his accent. When Niall handed him the money, he looked at
me.
"Same please." I asked, giving him the money. After a couple of minutes, our chi
ps were done. The man put salt and vinegar on our chips and we left. "Let's go t
o the park, it's not far from here." Niall nodded and let the way to the park. I
t was quite a small park. There wasn't many things in here and if you come past
8 o'clock, you'll get the groups of teenagers who spend their evenings smoking a
nd drinking. But if you come before, then it's fine. Hardly anyone comes here; w
hich is why it's called the 'rec'. We sat down on the edge of the bowl swing, ou
r chips in the middle of us.
"So what's Wolver like compared to Ireland?" I wondered. Niall tensed before sig
hing.
"Compared to the part I grew up in, it's friendlier. A lot friendlier." He said
quietly. I scoffed. Wolverhampton is far from friendly.
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"Oh come on! Wolver is far from friendly. You get some right knobs who think the
y're better than everyone else." I chuckled. He looked up at me with a cold look
. Something told me it wasn't for me, it was from something else.
"Any place is friendlier than Mullingar." He said slowly. I mentally corrected h
im. Friendlier isn't a word. It's more friendly. We fell into silence after that
, finishing off our chips. Once we finished, I grabbed the polystyrene container
s and walked to the bin, chucking them in, before walking back and sitting where
I originally was.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." An Irish voice sounded. Niall and I l
ooked to the side to see a boy with dirty blonde hair falling across his face. H
e was rather tall, we pretty much perfect facial features. He looked familiar. I
think he was from Abbey Field, the school in the next town.
"What do you want, Chad?" Niall asked, spitting out his name. Chad's smirk grew.
He had about 3 other boys behind him, talking amongst themselves, not really pa
ying attention to Chad.
"Oohh, fag boy finally grew a pair of balls?" Chad sneered. Fag boy? What? "Who'
s this, faggie? Your boyfriend?" My eyes narrowed, glaring at Chad.
"Leave us alone, Chad." Niall spat, getting off the bowl swing and standing a me
ter in front of Chad.
"Why'd you move to Wolver, queer? Your dad get sick of you and found a new punch
ing bag?" Chad teased. Punching bag? His dad abused him? My glare changed to a l
ook of sympathy as I looked at Niall whose back was to me. Niall took a small st
ep back.
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"I said, leave us alone." He said through gritted teeth.
"Why? So you can get back to snogging you boyfriend? Listen, faggie, things aren
't going to change. They're going to be exactly like they were in Mullingar. Who
ever you live with, your boyfriend, and whatever 'friends' you may have goten, a
re going to see how pathetic and worthless you really are. They're going to leav
e you just like your mother did-" He was cut off by Niall's fist connecting with
his jaw. Chad fell to the floor, clutching his jaw. He look up, shocked. Niall
put his foot on his side and towered over him.
"You don't know anything, Chad. He is not my boyfriend, and the only pathetic on
e here is you. So how about you leave us alone, yeah?" Niall said slowly through
his teeth. Chad's friends stood there, stunned, at what was happening. With a k
ick to Chad's stomach, Niall stormed off. I quickly jogged after him.
"What the hell was that about?" I asked, glancing back to see Chad's friends hel
ping him up. Niall turned to face me.
"Just leave me alone! Stop acting friendly and like you care, okay? Just stay aw
ay from me!" Niall yelled, taking off in a jog. I decided I shouldn't go after h
im. He needs to cool down. One thing I just couldn't get out of my head that Cha
d said. Your dad get sick of you and found a new punching bag?
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Niall was abused? By his own Dad?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------DUN DUN DUNN! Liam found out:O Whatcha think of this chappie?
GOT MY PROM DRESS TODAY! Omfg. It's lush and I love it and I cannot wait to wear
it next June. Need shoes now! Going to be so expensive...
SEEING CONOR MAYNARD TOMORROW! I'm so excited!!! Proper fangirling!! hguirsbhvui
orbsighber!
Going to love you and leave you now....Hope you liked this chapter:D
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Fifteen (p.1 of 7)
Dedicated to maystories because her comment 'shit just got real' made me chuckle
for some reason xD
WARNING: Photo on the side may be a trigger. It's a strong photo, may trigger. J
ust ask and I will upload this chapter again without the photo if needed.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Niall's POV
I stood in front of the front door, taking a deep breath. I didn't mind showing
my vulnerable side to Uncle Paul, but definitely not in front of Nan and Grandad
. Opening the door, I kicked my shoes off and shut the door behind me. The volum
e of the tele and chatter drowned out the noise of the front door, so I easily m
anaged to get upstairs without being heard.
Once I got to my room, I turned on my xbox. Sitting on my bed, I started up Fifa
13. All I needed to do is play some games and try forget what Chad said. It's t
rue what he says, though. Eventually Uncle Paul, Liam and everyone at school wil
l realise how worthless, pathetic and useless I am and they'll just beat me; jus
t like Bobby and Greg. It's right what Bobby said. I don't deserve love. No one
as pathetic as me deserves love.
"What happened?" A voice broke me of my thoughts. I paused the game and glance t
o my right, seeing Uncle Paul closing the door behind him. I sighed and fiddle w
ith the controller.
"Chad has moved here." I mumbled. As much as I tell myself not to let me walls c
rumble and be open with Uncle Paul, it's hard not to. He sits beside me and wrap
s his arm around my shoulder, pulling my into his side. I rest my head on his sh
oulder.
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"Who's Chad?" He asked.
"One of the kids from school back in Mullingar." I say through gritted teeth.
"And what happened?" He pryed. For once, I didn't mind someone prying.
"Me and Liam were at the park, and he was saying how Liam is my 'boyfriend' whic
h is crazy 'cause I'm not even gay and he was saying stuff like 'why you move he
re? Your dad get sick of you and find a new punching bag?' And one thing let to
another and my fist kind of high fived his face." I say fast, but slowing right
down at the last sentence. Uncle Paul chuckled.
"Normally I would scold you for punching some kid but it sounds like you let him
off lightly." I heard head the smirk in his voice, causing me to smile. "But do
n't listen to him, Niall. Bobby was a sick man. Your Nan and Grandad had a fit w
hen I told them, ranting and raving how they've disowned him and Greg. And if th
is Chad kid says anymore things like that, don't let him off so lightly." I look
ed up and he winked at me. I couldn't help but chuckle. I closed my mouth and th
ought for a few seconds.
"Uncle Paul?" I asked. He let out a 'mmm'. "Can I get braces?"
"What on earth for?" He asked.
"I've always hated my teeth, and Bobby never gave me the chance to get braces. P
lease?" I begged with my puppy dog eyes. He glared at me.
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"You know I'm a sucker for puppy dogs eyes. But fine. I'll book up a dentist app
ointment. You need a check up anyway. I doubt Bobby even took you to the dentist
. They'll probably recommend braces anyway-"
"Uncle Paul, you're babbling." I cut him off.
"Right, okay, sorry. You got an extra controller? I bet I could kick your ass at
Fifa." He smirked. I nodded and pointed to the spare on the TV stand. He walked
over and sat back beside me. I set up the game for 2 player and smirked at Uncl
e Paul.
"Prepare to lose, old man." I joked. Let the games begin.
Liam's POV
8:25. He didn't show.
8:30. 5 minutes late and no show.
8:35. No show and 10 minutes late.
8:40. Bell goes, 15 minutes late and still no show.
Where the hell is he?
Sighing, I made my way from the bike racks to Principal Higgins' office. Surely
he'll know. Students were walking toward their form rooms for morning registrati
on, even though it didn't start until 8:50. Knocking on the door, I walked in af
ter I heard a faint 'come in'.
"Um, Sir? Do you know where Niall is?" I asked, standing awkwardly in the doorwa
y. He looked up from his paper work with a confused look.
"I thought he met you at the bike rack?" He questioned.
"He was meant to, but he hasn't shown." I told him. He sighed and let out a smal
l groan.
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"He's probably in the auditorium still." I nodded and turned to leave.
Walking into the auditorium, I went straight through the foyer to the stage. He
wasn't on the stage. I walked closer and noticed the cupboard he keeps his guita
r in was locked My eyes scanned the whole room. The balcony seats, and the floor
seats.
"NIALL?" I called. No reply. I sighed. I climbed on stage and made my way backst
age. I looked in the costume room, prop room, and the make up/hair room. He wasn
't in any room backstage. "NIALL?" I called again. Walking down the hallway, I h
eard a slight banging noise coming from the boys toilets. I froze and turned on
my heal. "What the heck..." I mutter under my breath. Pressing my ear to the doo
r, I heard faint sobbing. I pushed the door open and checked the stalls. Looking
in the last stall, I saw a boy sat on the floor, his arms hugging his knees to
his chest as he sobbed.
Niall.
Beside him was a plastic pencil sharpener with the blade sat beside it, covered
in blood. I gasped. His head snapped up. His eyes were bloodshot and rubbed red.
His face was pale, making him look even worse. He looked unbelievably vulnerabl
e.
Slowly and cautiously, I walked forwards, crouching in front of him. I reached o
ut, gently taking his hands in my own and moving them so I could see his wrists.
His left wrist was fine, but his right had shed loads of bleeding cuts covering
it. I choked back as gasp.
I could feel his gaze watching my every move as I got up to wet some paper towel
. I dumped my bag by the sink as I crouched back in front of Niall with 3 wet pa
per towels. Dabbing at the cuts, I heard Niall hiss and clench his fist, but did
n't try to move his wrist away. His breathing was staggered and he hiccuped ever
y so often, but his sobs died down.
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Once I got his cuts to stop bleeding, I chucked the paper towels in the bin. I p
ulled Niall up off the floor - careful of his wrist - and wrapped my arms around
his shoulders. He tensed, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around my waist
, his body shaking as he started to cry again. Our grip on each other tightened.
I ran my hand through his hair, whispering little things in his ear in attempt
to calm him down.
"Niall...I...W-...Why?" I stuttered. I had to ask. Curiosity was getting the bes
t of me. He shook his head against my chest and tightened his grip on me. His so
bs died down a little. I continued to play with his hair, gently whispering in h
is ear.
"I-I'm sorry." He choked, lifting his head slightly so his words wouldn't be muf
fled.
"What have you got to be sorry about?" I asked, placing my fingers under this ch
in and moving so he looked at me.
"C-crying on y-you." He hiccuped. I chuckled.
"I don't mind." I smiled. "Feel free to cry on me whenever." His arms dropped hi
s side while my hand rested on his shoulder while the other played with his hair
. He dropped his gaze to the floor. "Has this got something to do with what that
Chad kid said yesterday?" I asked gently. He nodded slightly. "Niall, what he s
aid isn't true. You're not pathetic or worthless. Your Uncle and I are not going
to be leaving you." I reassured him. We stayed silent for a while until Niall b
roke it.
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"You're p-probably wondering w-what h-he was on a-about with m-my dad and m-mum?
" He questioned. I muttered a small 'yeah'. He sighed and sat one, resting his b
ack on the wall. I sat beside him, copying his movements. "W-when I was 5, my mu
m d-died. She...she was caught in a car accident after having an argument with m
y da-Bobby. Not l-long after my 7th birthday, Bobby s-started blaming me for her
death. He start b-beating me, often getting Greg to join in. I started to belie
ve him once I realised that it was me who put her i-in a bad mood in the first p
lace. Once I started s-secondary school, people started rumours; saying I was ga
y. It was a stupidly h-homophobic school, so the 'populars' started bullying me.
They didn't start h-hitting my until year 9. Word somehow got out that Bobby an
d Greg beat me at home and they teased me for that, saying I was p-pathetic. Unc
le Paul found out 3 weeks before school started and when B-Bobby and Greg were a
t work, he made me help him pack my bags and brought me here."
Right then, my heart broke into millions of pieces.
"Oh my gosh, Niall." I breathed. He chuckled bitterly and shook his head slightl
y.
"Go ahead and leave. Everyone else did when they realised how pathetic I am." He
spat. He didn't look my in the eye. I quietly sighed and shuffled closer, wrapp
ing an arm around his shoulder.
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"I'm not leaving, Niall. I'm here to stay." I said softly, but sternly.
"Why?" He asked quietly, a lot more gently than before.
"I'm not like those jerks back in Mullingar. I actually care, Ni, er, Niall." I
corrected myself once I realised what I said. A small smile played at his lips.
"I like Ni." He said quietly. I smiled. "But you can only call it me if I get to
call you something." He smirked.
"Like what?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I'll think of that later." I chuckled. He leaned into me and rested his head on
my shoulder. "Thank you, Liam, for listening to me and everything." I rubbed hi
s shoulder.
"S'alright, Ni. Now..." I looked at the time on my phone. "We have about a minut
e to get to second period. Think you're up for a bit of music?" I asked. He look
ed up at me.
"Period 1 and break are already over? We've been here that long?" He asked. I no
dded and muttered 'apparently' before standing up and helping Niall up. He pulle
d his sleeves down, covering his wrist and we both slung our bags over our shoul
ders and headed to music. Everything felt more comfortable around Niall now. He
may have told me about his past, but that doesn't mean he trusts me and will tel
l me everything. But I'm determined to get there.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Fifteen - Pictureless (p.1 of 7)
Got a request so here's the chapter again just without the picture:)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Niall's POV
I stood in front of the front door, taking a deep breath. I didn't mind showing
my vulnerable side to Uncle Paul, but definitely not in front of Nan and Grandad
. Opening the door, I kicked my shoes off and shut the door behind me. The volum
e of the tele and chatter drowned out the noise of the front door, so I easily m
anaged to get upstairs without being heard.
Once I got to my room, I turned on my xbox. Sitting on my bed, I started up Fifa
13. All I needed to do is play some games and try forget what Chad said. It's t
rue what he says, though. Eventually Uncle Paul, Liam and everyone at school wil
l realise how worthless, pathetic and useless I am and they'll just beat me; jus
t like Bobby and Greg. It's right what Bobby said. I don't deserve love. No one
as pathetic as me deserves love.
"What happened?" A voice broke me of my thoughts. I paused the game and glance t
o my right, seeing Uncle Paul closing the door behind him. I sighed and fiddle w
ith the controller.
"Chad has moved here." I mumbled. As much as I tell myself not to let me walls c
rumble and be open with Uncle Paul, it's hard not to. He sits beside me and wrap
s his arm around my shoulder, pulling my into his side. I rest my head on his sh
oulder.
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"Who's Chad?" He asked.
"One of the kids from school back in Mullingar." I say through gritted teeth.
"And what happened?" He pryed. For once, I didn't mind someone prying.
"Me and Liam were at the park, and he was saying how Liam is my 'boyfriend' whic
h is crazy 'cause I'm not even gay and he was saying stuff like 'why you move he
re? Your dad get sick of you and find a new punching bag?' And one thing let to
another and my fist kind of high fived his face." I say fast, but slowing right
down at the last sentence. Uncle Paul chuckled.
"Normally I would scold you for punching some kid but it sounds like you let him
off lightly." I heard head the smirk in his voice, causing me to smile. "But do
n't listen to him, Niall. Bobby was a sick man. Your Nan and Grandad had a fit w
hen I told them, ranting and raving how they've disowned him and Greg. And if th
is Chad kid says anymore things like that, don't let him off so lightly." I look
ed up and he winked at me. I couldn't help but chuckle. I closed my mouth and th
ought for a few seconds.
"Uncle Paul?" I asked. He let out a 'mmm'. "Can I get braces?"
"What on earth for?" He asked.
"I've always hated my teeth, and Bobby never gave me the chance to get braces. P
lease?" I begged with my puppy dog eyes. He glared at me.
"You know I'm a sucker for puppy dogs eyes. But fine. I'll book up a dentist app
ointment. You need a check up anyway. I doubt Bobby even took you to the dentist
. They'll probably recommend braces anyway-"
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"Uncle Paul, you're babbling." I cut him off.
"Right, okay, sorry. You got an extra controller? I bet I could kick your ass at
Fifa." He smirked. I nodded and pointed to the spare on the TV stand. He walked
over and sat back beside me. I set up the game for 2 player and smirked at Uncl
e Paul.
"Prepare to lose, old man." I joked. Let the games begin.
Liam's POV
8:25. He didn't show.
8:30. 5 minutes late and no show.
8:35. No show and 10 minutes late.
8:40. Bell goes, 15 minutes late and still no show.
Where the hell is he?
Sighing, I made my way from the bike racks to Principal Higgins' office. Surely
he'll know. Students were walking toward their form rooms for morning registrati
on, even though it didn't start until 8:50. Knocking on the door, I walked in af
ter I heard a faint 'come in'.
"Um, Sir? Do you know where Niall is?" I asked, standing awkwardly in the doorwa
y. He looked up from his paper work with a confused look.

"I thought he met you at the bike rack?" He questioned.
"He was meant to, but he hasn't shown." I told him. He sighed and let out a smal
l groan.
"He's probably in the auditorium still." I nodded and turned to leave.
Walking into the auditorium, I went straight through the foyer to the stage. He
wasn't on the stage. I walked closer and noticed the cupboard he keeps his guita
r in was locked My eyes scanned the whole room. The balcony seats, and the floor
seats.
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"NIALL?" I called. No reply. I sighed. I climbed on stage and made my way backst
age. I looked in the costume room, prop room, and the make up/hair room. He wasn
't in any room backstage. "NIALL?" I called again. Walking down the hallway, I h
eard a slight banging noise coming from the boys toilets. I froze and turned on
my heal. "What the heck..." I mutter under my breath. Pressing my ear to the doo
r, I heard faint sobbing. I pushed the door open and checked the stalls. Looking
in the last stall, I saw a boy sat on the floor, his arms hugging his knees to
his chest as he sobbed.
Niall.
Beside him was a plastic pencil sharpener with the blade sat beside it, covered
in blood. I gasped. His head snapped up. His eyes were bloodshot and rubbed red.
His face was pale, making him look even worse. He looked unbelievably vulnerabl
e.
Slowly and cautiously, I walked forwards, crouching in front of him. I reached o
ut, gently taking his hands in my own and moving them so I could see his wrists.
His left wrist was fine, but his right had shed loads of bleeding cuts covering
it. I choked back as gasp.
I could feel his gaze watching my every move as I got up to wet some paper towel
. I dumped my bag by the sink as I crouched back in front of Niall with 3 wet pa
per towels. Dabbing at the cuts, I heard Niall hiss and clench his fist, but did
n't try to move his wrist away. His breathing was staggered and he hiccuped ever
y so often, but his sobs died down.
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Once I got his cuts to stop bleeding, I chucked the paper towels in the bin. I p
ulled Niall up off the floor - careful of his wrist - and wrapped my arms around
his shoulders. He tensed, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around my waist
, his body shaking as he started to cry again. Our grip on each other tightened.
I ran my hand through his hair, whispering little things in his ear in attempt
to calm him down.
"Niall...I...W-...Why?" I stuttered. I had to ask. Curiosity was getting the bes
t of me. He shook his head against my chest and tightened his grip on me. His so
bs died down a little. I continued to play with his hair, gently whispering in h
is ear.
"I-I'm sorry." He choked, lifting his head slightly so his words wouldn't be muf
fled.
"What have you got to be sorry about?" I asked, placing my fingers under this ch
in and moving so he looked at me.
"C-crying on y-you." He hiccuped. I chuckled.
"I don't mind." I smiled. "Feel free to cry on me whenever." His arms dropped hi
s side while my hand rested on his shoulder while the other played with his hair
. He dropped his gaze to the floor. "Has this got something to do with what that
Chad kid said yesterday?" I asked gently. He nodded slightly. "Niall, what he s
aid isn't true. You're not pathetic or worthless. Your Uncle and I are not going
to be leaving you." I reassured him. We stayed silent for a while until Niall b
roke it.
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"You're p-probably wondering w-what h-he was on a-about with m-my dad and m-mum?
" He questioned. I muttered a small 'yeah'. He sighed and sat one, resting his b
ack on the wall. I sat beside him, copying his movements. "W-when I was 5, my mu
m d-died. She...she was caught in a car accident after having an argument with m
y da-Bobby. Not l-long after my 7th birthday, Bobby s-started blaming me for her
death. He start b-beating me, often getting Greg to join in. I started to belie
ve him once I realised that it was me who put her i-in a bad mood in the first p
lace. Once I started s-secondary school, people started rumours; saying I was ga
y. It was a stupidly h-homophobic school, so the 'populars' started bullying me.
They didn't start h-hitting my until year 9. Word somehow got out that Bobby an
d Greg beat me at home and they teased me for that, saying I was p-pathetic. Unc
le Paul found out 3 weeks before school started and when B-Bobby and Greg were a
t work, he made me help him pack my bags and brought me here."
Right then, my heart broke into millions of pieces.
"Oh my gosh, Niall." I breathed. He chuckled bitterly and shook his head slightl
y.
"Go ahead and leave. Everyone else did when they realised how pathetic I am." He
spat. He didn't look my in the eye. I quietly sighed and shuffled closer, wrapp
ing an arm around his shoulder.

"I'm not leaving, Niall. I'm here to stay." I said softly, but sternly.
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"Why?" He asked quietly, a lot more gently than before.
"I'm not like those jerks back in Mullingar. I actually care, Ni, er, Niall." I
corrected myself once I realised what I said. A small smile played at his lips.
"I like Ni." He said quietly. I smiled. "But you can only call it me if I get to
call you something." He smirked.
"Like what?" I asked. He shrugged.
"I'll think of that later." I chuckled. He leaned into me and rested his head on
my shoulder. "Thank you, Liam, for listening to me and everything." I rubbed hi
s shoulder.
"S'alright, Ni. Now..." I looked at the time on my phone. "We have about a minut
e to get to second period. Think you're up for a bit of music?" I asked. He look
ed up at me.
"Period 1 and break are already over? We've been here that long?" He asked. I no
dded and muttered 'apparently' before standing up and helping Niall up. He pulle
d his sleeves down, covering his wrist and we both slung our bags over our shoul
ders and headed to music. Everything felt more comfortable around Niall now. He
may have told me about his past, but that doesn't mean he trusts me and will tel
l me everything. But I'm determined to get there.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Sixteen (p.1 of 6)
Liam's POV
Walking into music, everyone's eyes fell on us. We were a couple of minutes late
as we bumped into Principal Higgins. I heard Niall growl and I glanced at him t
o see he had a scowl on his face. I gently elbowed his side. Pain flashed across
his eyes, but his body language showed no signs of pain. Mr Grant told us to ta
ke our seats and I had no choice but to sit beside Niall in the corner. I playfu
lly glared at the boys as they smirked.
"You're an ass, you know that?" Niall hissed quietly in my ear when Sir wasn't l
ooking.
"What? Why?" I asked, a little offended.

"You caught my wrist and stomach." He hissed weakly. My face went from offended
to sympathetic. I muttered an apology before tuning into what Sir was talking ab
out.
"-grats on your first project, by the way. Mrs Lockett and I decided the next sh
ould be a little fun. You're going to partner up with someone and sing a duet. B
UT! The duet has to be something to do with a film - and recognisable. It can be
a song from a film, or a films theme song, as long as it is recognisable. You h
ave until Friday, 3 days." He explained. Happy mutters sounded as Sir asked if t
here were any questions. Harry raised his arm. "Harry?"
"Can we partner up with someone is Miss' class?" He asked. When Sir said yes, Ha
rry, Zayn and Louis let out a little cheer. "Go work on your duets." With that,
everyone grabbed a partner or walked into Mrs Lockett's room to get a partner. I
turned to Niall.
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"What song do you want to sing?" I asked. He bit his lip, scratched the back of
his head, and looked anywhere but my eyes.
"I, er, don't really know any films." He said. My eyes widened and my mouth drop
ped.
"What? How can you not know any films?" I asked, stunned. His arms dropped and h
e looked down at his lap, fiddling with his fingers.
"Well, er, Bobby never let me watch any films." He muttered, biting his lip. I s
ighed, shuffling my chair slightly closer.
"I know you don't want to seem vulnerable in front of everyone, so how about you
snap at me and we leave to go to the auditorium?" I suggested quietly. His head
snapped up and he glared at me.
"Just leave me alone, Payne." He spat out my name, grabbing his rucksack, slingi
ng it over his shoulder and storming off. I sighed. That hurt more then it shoul
d. I picked up my bag, grabbed my guitar from the instrument cupboard, and walke
d to the auditorium. When I walked into the auditorium, Niall was sat on the edg
e of the stage, strumming his guitar. I think he was tuning it.
Dumping my bag on a chair in the front row, I put my guitar on stage before sitt
ing beside Niall, resting my guitar on my lap. The necks of our guitars were fac
ing outwards, making our elbows knock into each other.
"Thank you." He said. I looked up to find his piercing blue eyes looking at me.
"What for?" I asked.
"Letting me snap at you before." He smiled slightly. Oh, how I wanted to see tha
t full smile. I shrugged.

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"Don't worry about it. Now, the only song I can think of at the moment that has
a duet between boys is from High School Musical 3; The Boys Are Back. Sound alri
ght?" I suggested. He looked at me confused.
"High School Musical 3? Isn't that for, like, 13 year old girls?" He asked.
"Thought you didn't know any films?" I smirked.
"I heard some girls talk about it in school back in Mullingar." He shot back. "A
nyway, you didn't answer my question." I sighed.
"My older sisters made me watch all 3 the other week." I whined. He chuckled. "B
ut, yeah, if you want you can come round mine some day and we can watch it so yo
u know vaguely what's going on and stuff." I suggested. He nodded and muttered '
okay'.
"So what do you want to do for the rest of the lesson? We have like, 45 minutes?
" Niall asked. I shrugged.
***
In the end we played 21 questions; which ended up being more then 21. I learned
that Niall's favourite colour is blue, and underneath the hard shell he's actual
ly like a baby penguin. He's claustrophobic and hates TOWIE. We ended up asking
each other questions all through the day. We exchanged numbers and are still ask
ing questions as he walks to mine.
Niall Horan x: Donald Duck or Goofy?
Sent: 3:58pm
Me: Goofy! He's just adorable. Girls or boys?
Sent: 3:59pm
I was then curious about his sexuality. He talks about his old class mates teasi
ng him that he's gay, but he calls them rumours. I'm not entirely sure if he is
or isn't gay.
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Niall Horan x: What do you mean? As if who am I attracted to?
Sent: 4:01pm
Me: Well, er, yeaahh...
Sent: 4:02pm
Am I making him uncomfortable? I don't mean to...
Niall Horan x: Girls I guess? I've never had the chance to have a girlfriend or
a boyfriend tbh...Wbu?
Sent: 4:05pm
Me: Both. I'm bi
Sent: 4:07pm
Niall Horan x: I'm just coming up to your house btw...
Sent: 4:08pm
Seconds later there was a knock at the door. I got up off the sofa and opened th
e door. Our house wasn't very big. The front door lead straight to the lounge wi
th a kitchen-diner at the back and a small bathroom and stairs to the left. Upst
airs was 3 average sized bedrooms with a bathroom that had the shower and bath i
n. We weren't a poor family, we had enough to survive on, just not a lot of spar
e money to spend on shopping trips or cinema trips.
"Hey, Ni." I smiled as I stepped to the side to let Niall in.
"Hey, brown eyes." He replied, sitting on my sofa.
"Brown eyes? How original." I smirked. He just shrugged. "I'll just go grab the
film and make some popcorn." I told him. He nodded and I jogged up the stairs to
Nicola's old room, grabbing the DVD case before coming back downstairs. I put t
he film in and let it run through the tailors while I make a bowl of sweet and s
alt popcorn. Walking back into the lounge, I put the two bowls on the coffee tab
le. "Blue bowl is sweet, purple bowl is salt." I told him.
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"Can you please skip the trailers?" Niall whined.
"Unfortunately not. Last time Louis came round, he lost the DVD remote and we ha
ven't been able to find it since." I grumbled. Niall hissed some profanities, ma
king me chuckle. Pressing play on the DVD box, I snuggled back into the sofa, my
legs crossed under me. "Sixteen, sixteen minutes left, better get it done! Sixt
een, sixteen, sixteen more minutes, get ready, game on! Sixteen, sixteen, sixtee
n minutes left, running out of time! Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen more minutes, it'
s on the line! Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen minutes left, better get it done! Sixte
en, sixteen, sixteen more minutes, 'til we're number one!"
"You know the words?" I snapped out of my trance and looked at Niall who was smi
rking at me. I looked at him with wide, confused eyes.
"Say what?" I asked.
"You're muttering the words along with the song." He chuckled. I looked down, my
cheeks heating up.
"My sisters may have made me watch this film a few too many times." I blushed.
"Oh really?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. I nodded and returned my gaze
to the film.
"Just watch the film." I grumbled. Throughout the rest of the film, I tried my h
ardest to quietly sing along. Niall occasionally chuckled at the funny parts, ma
king me smile.
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"How did you find the film?" I asked, turning off the DVD player and turning on
sky, flicking straight to the music channels where Stooshe's new song, Waterfall
s, was being played.
"It was surpsringly good for Disney Channel." He said honestly. "It was pretty c
ute, some parts cheesy, other parts quite funny." I smiled and sat back down bes
ide him.
"What about the song? Good enough for you to sing for project number 2?" I asked
. He nodded.
"Yes! It's quite a good song. But I get to be Chad." He insisted.
"Good! I wanted to be Troy." I smiled.
The rest of the evening was spent playing xbox, eating pizza and joking around.
Unfortunately he had to go around 7, half an hour before my parents came home. T
he smile never left my face. It finally felt like I was talking to Niall, not th
e jerk with a permanent scowl on his face. I felt like he trusted me.
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Isn't he just the cutest?
Oh, lets not forget about Little Things. All their solos just kill me. It's, lik
e, the sweetest song EVER! Even my brother likes it and he despises One Directio
n with a passion. It's just a freaking amazing song!
Anyway, I hope you like this chappie:)
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Seventeen (p.1 of 6)
Dedicated to Nallie97 for her comment:' *Pterodactyl noise*' cause ya know, she'
s a dinosaur and everything. Shocking right?
My friends and I are exactly like Louis and Harry in this chapter xD It's so fun
ny:P
The picture on the side, makes me hate this fandom sometimes. It's so bitchy! Th
e so 'fans' are sick. Why would they even say that? Niall is just a person, same
as us, he has feelings too. He deserves to be in the band as much as the others
. So what if he hasn't got perfect skin, or perfect teeth, or that he doesn't ha
ve a six pack? He may eat a lot, and laugh at silly things, and he may not look
brilliant in some photos, but who cares? None of them look perfect in every phot
o. Let's face it, they're not perfect, are they? It would be boring if they were
. All the little imperfections are they things we fell in love with, right?
Anyway, rant over. Enjoy the chapter:)
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"But I don't want to go to English!" Niall whined. The bell had just gone and Ni
all just wanted to sit in the Auditorium, singing a few songs, but because of Pr
incipal Higgins' 'orders', I have to make sure he goes to lessons.
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"I don't care, Ni! I told your Uncle I will make sure you'll get to lessons and
not get into trouble. Letting you skip classes is not doing that. Now walk!" I g
roaned, grabbing his hand and dragging him after me, down the English corridor.
"But, Bambi!" I stopped dragging him in the middle of a bunch of year 8s. Turnin
g around, I saw Niall looking at me with a smug expression.
"Bambi?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Just trying out a few nicknames." He explained. I nodded, grabbing his hand and
dragging him through the groups of younger years. Walking into the classroom, e
veryone was already sat in their seats. Luckily, Miss Haines hadn't arrived yet
so we quietly made our way to our seats. Everyone avoided eye contact with us, a
nd those who did would have Niall snap at them.
"Hey, Li." Manya smiled as we sat down. Gabby and Kenzie twisted around, smiling
as well. I smiled back, glancing at Niall who had a scowl on his face, glaring
at the table. I sighed. This is going to be a long lesson.

***
"HEY! HEY BABY! OHH! AHH! I WANNA KNOW IF YOU'D BE MY GIRL!" Louis started singi
ng, strutting down the corridor, Harry joining soon joining in.
"HEY! HEY BABY! OOH! AHH! I WANNA KNOW IF YOU'D BE MY GIRL! WHEN I SAW YOU WALKI
NG DOWN THE STREET, I SAID THAT'S THE KIND OF GIRL, I'D LIKE TO MEET. SHE'S SO P
RETTY, LOOKS SO FINE. I'M GONNA MAKE HER MINE OH MINE!" Their obnoxious singing
getting a few glares and chuckles. I walked behind them, laughing as they linked
arms and walked like girls, throwing their head backs as they sang loudly and,
sort of, in tune. Niall grumbled beside me, burning holes in their backs.
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"GUYS!" I yelled. They stopped and turned around, giving me innocent eyes. "Plea
se, stop with the singing." I begged. They shared a glance before smirking.
"NEVER!" They shouted, turning around and continued walking - if you want to cal
l it that.
"JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL. LIVIN' IN A LONELY WORLD. SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN G
OIN' ANYWHERE!" Louis started. I sighed, laughing as Harry sang the next part, s
inging it like they did in Glee. I heard Niall mumble beside me, and turned to s
ee him glaring at everyone. I flung my arm around his shoulder, only to have him
shove it off harshly and glare at me.
"Leave me alone." He spat, turning around and storming off the way we just came.
I stared after him, completely confused. He was fine in English and last lesson
. I watched as people jumped out of his way. He really is quite something.
Niall's POV
Why did I tell him?
Why did I practically pour my heart out to him?
There's just something about him. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't like it.
I feel weak and vulnerable, like my walls just crumble. No matter how hard I try
to keep them up, around Liam, they just fall to pieces. I hate it!
I hate this school.
I hate this town.
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I hate my 'dad' and 'brother'.
I hate Liam!
I hate how he makes me feel.
I feel exactly how I felt in Mullingar when I'm around him. Weak. Defenseless. N
ot a care in the world. Not having a care in the world landed me in hospital mor
e than once.
Storming into the Auditorium, I dumped my bag on one of the chairs and grabbed m
y guitar, climbing onto the stage. I put the strap over my shoulder, sitting on
the edge of the stage and resting my guitar on my lap, playing random chords to
random songs.
"Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that's your middle name. I know you're no good but
you're stuck in my brain. And I wanna know, why does it feel so good but hurt s
o bad? My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can, something something somethin
g." I sang, stopping as I forgot the lyrics so I started playing another song. "
Some are like water, some are like the heat, some are a melody and some are the
beat. But sooner or later they all will be gone, why don't they stay young?"
My head snapped up when I heard the slam on the door. My eyes narrowed, glaring
at Liam was was walking sheepishly down the aisle.
"What do you want?" I spat. He looked taken back as he stood a few feet in front
of me, off the stage.
"Just seen if you were okay. You seemed a little off back there." He said, since
rity dripping from his voice. I stood up.
"Why do you care? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't need you bef
ore you get the picture? Stop acting like you care! Just do us both a favour and
leave me alone." I growled, jumping off and putting my guitar away.
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"Woah. Calm down, okay. As much as you hate me and want me to leave, we both pro
mise your Uncle that I'll stick with you throughout the school day." He replied,
trying to keep calm. I grabbed my bag, hanging it off one shoulder.
"I couldn't care less what I promised my Uncle. Everyone breaks promises; they'r
e there to be broken. Just go back to your happy go Larry friends and forget I e
ver told you anything." I was trying my hardest not to yell at him as I turned t
o walk away. I didn't get very far before a hand grabbed my wrist, spinning me a
round and making me hiss in pain. He let go straight away, but grabbed my sleeve
.
"I don't break promises, Niall. I intend on keeping mine. So don't think just be
cause you suddenly snapped at me and using your little hard act is going to make
me go away, because it's not. If anything it makes me want to stay even more. I
'm ain't going to give so long damn speech or anything, I'm just saying that I a
in't going anywhere, so you can stop with the fake facade around me." He said, s
taring straight into my eyes. I could just feel my walls crumble. They never sta
nd a chance around Liam, no matter how hard I try to keep them up.
Ripping myself from his grip, I turned around and walked away, fighting back the
tears. I stormed out of the auditorium and off school grounds, heading home. It
takes me 30 minutes to get home when I'm walking. I had my hood up, my headphon
es in, blaring out Busted as I kept my eyes glued to the ground.
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When I moved here, I swore I would prove Bobby wrong; proving to him and everyon
e else that I'm not pathetic, I intend on doing just that.
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I don't know what's gotten into him. He'll ignore me all day; not saying anythin
g and acting as if I'm not even there. Niall won't speak to me unless he has to.
He went from telling me everything and being happy, not talking to me and actin
g like the jerk he pretends to be.
Rehearsals were slightly awkward. All we did was run through the song and that w
as it. Our performance was tomorrow and unless we're comfortable on stage togeth
er, we are more than likely to get a bad grade.
One of the criteria for the exam is how we act on stage, depending on the song.
As our song is between 2 best friends, we have to come across as being comfortab
le around each other, but Niall won't even come near me. How are we meant to pas
s? The answer is we can't; not unless he bucks his ideas up.
"Taking down the walls
Anytime we want
I'm sure that you know by now
The boys are back!" We finished. I sighed, the sound echoing through the Auditor
ium as the microphone was still on. I turned it off and glanced to the left to s
ee Niall staring ahead, still holding onto the microphone and stand.
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"You know, unless you buck your ideas up and actually try, we're going to get a
crap mark." I told him, fed up with his attitude. He bit his bottom lip, turning
off his microphone and shrugging. Something isn't quite right.
"I don't care." He said, his voice monotone.
"You might not care about your grades, but I do." I told him, crossing my arms a
cross my chest.
"Sorry." He muttered, sitting on the edge of the stage before pushing himself of
f and started rummaging through his school bag. A confused look crossed my face
as I saw him take out what looked like a phone which was lit up. Pressing the sc
reen, he put his phone to his ear. "Hey, Nan...It's in the kitchen...Next to the
fridge, top cupboard...Yes, Nan...Okay, Nan...Love you too, Nan...Na-...I'm in
school, Nan...It's lunch at the moment...10 minutes lef-no, Nan...I have to go,
Nan...bye." His voice was a lot sweeter, although he sounded slightly annoyed to
wards the end.
"You okay, Ni? You seem a little...off." I asked, edging towards the edge of the
stage and sitting on the edge. He looked up at me slightly before looking back
at the floor.
"I'm fine." He sighed, putting his phone in his pocket. I grazed my top teeth al
ong my bottom lip before jumping off the stage and wrapping my arms around his s
houlders.
"No you're not." I said, pulling him into my chest. He didn't push me off, inste
ad he buried his head in the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist
.
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"I'm sorry I'm so confusing." He mumbled. I chuckled slightly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"One minute I'm fine with you, then I'm snapping, then I'm back like this." He s
aid, his grip tightening slightly.
"It's fine, Ni, honestly. Now, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't even know." It was obvious he was lying, but I didn't want to push anyt
hing, so I just tightened my grip on him, kissing his head.
"Whenever you want to talk, don't hesitate to come to me, okay?" I told him. I f
elt him nod against my chest before I kissed the top of his head again. "Right,
we only have 1 period left before the end of school. I don't normally even think
about cutting school, but how about we skip last period? We could go back to mi
ne and watch a few episodes of Scrubs?" I suggested.
"What's Scrubs?" Niall asked, pulling away from my chest. Our arms dropped to ou
r sides as we grabbed our bags. I faked a gasp before smiling.
"It's this awesome American comedy based in a hospital. It's freaking hilarious.
" I told him, heading towards the exit of the Auditorium. I held the door open f
or him as he got his phone out. I'm guessing he was texting his Uncle to tell hi
m what's happening.
"So, Bambi, tell me more about yourself." Niall insisted as we walked towards my
house.
"Well, what do you want to know? I pretty much told you everything when we playe
d 20+ questions." I chuckled. He just shrugged.
"I never got to ask you one question in particular." He muttered, biting his bot
tom lip as if he was nervous.
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"Which was...?" I asked, dragging out the last word.
"How did you know you were bi?" He asked slowly and quietly, looking down at the
floor. The question took me by surprise.
"Well, er, I don't really know? I guess it was when I was playing truth or dare
with Lou and that lot, like, a year ago I think? I was dared to kiss Louis, as h
e was already openly bi, and I guess I just figured out that I liked kissing boy
s slightly bit more than girls. Of course, I like girls as well. I had a girlfri
end at the time, Danielle, and my feelings towards her didn't change so I knew I
didn't stop liking girls, it's just my opinion on boys came more obvious, I gue
ss," I explained. He nodded, still looked at the ground biting his lip, "why'd y
ou want to know."
"No reason." He said all too quickly. I gave him a weird look before quickly cha
nging it to a smile; I'll ask him about it when it's obvious he's more comfortab
le around me. It feels like he's starting to warm up to me, which is a start I g
uess. But considering what happened last time, square one is a big square.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Nineteen (p.1 of 14)
Dedicated to ILoveNiallerAndLogie 'case she made me a trailer for this book and
it's freaking amazing! Just copy and paste http://youtu.be/IXth_dnxRgw into the
search bar:) OR search on youtube 'Better Than This (Niam) by BeccaNialler'
>>> HEY LOOK AT THIS!!!! <<< Going to do what I did last musical chapter...Liam
and Niall will be at the end so skip to the last couple of pages if you don't wa
nt to read the others' songs and cutey relationship shizzle:)
This is a really shite chapter. Sorrryyyyyyy!! I've not been feel well and appar
ently it's come out in this chapter....I've purposefully not written in stage di
rections as I want you to use your imagination and have them do what you want in
your head plus I'm not very good at describing stage directions xD
CONGRATS _Inefficient who won the cover comp! I shall write you your one shot wh
en I'm feeling better! That's it on the side, btw!
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Italic: Girls/Niall
Bold italic: Both
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"Nervous, babe?" Zayn asked, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He r
ested his head on my shoulder and naturally I leaned back into his chest.
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"A little." I sighed. We were the first pair to perform our duet. We were standi
ng to the side of the stage while everyone got comfortable in their seats.
"We'll be fine, Kenz, just relax." With that, he kissed my neck and and pushed m
e out on stage. The whole Auditorium was dark, the only light was the spot light
that shone on me as I stood centre stage. The music started, so I brought the m
icrophone to my mouth, trying to calm my nerves.
(Beauty & The Beast - H & Claire)
"Tale as old as time

True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly." I started. I smiled as I looked to my left, watching as Zayn walk
ed on and heading towards me. He stood behind me, his free hand on my stomach as
my back was pressed against his chest. I looked to the floor, hiding a blush.
"Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared."
"Beauty and the Beast.
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise." We sang together, moving around on the opposite side of t
he stage as each other, still keeping eye contact and smiling.
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"Ooohhhhh
Ooohhhh woahhhh
Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise
Ohhh, Oohhh, Oohhh
Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
(Certain as the sun)
Rising in the east." As the music slowed down, we walked towards each other, sto
pping centre stage as we stood inches from each other. Zayn's hand rested on my
hip while mine lay on his chest, our eyes locked as our foreheads were close to
touching - and would be if the microphones weren't in the way.
"Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Beauty and the beast." We finished, neither of us fighting the smile on our face
s as we stared into each others eyes. The lights came back on and the crowd star
ted clapping. I bit my lip and bowed with Zayn before looking at Mr Grant, waiti
ng for our feedback. He just shrugged. When the clapping died down - Louis' loud
cheering still being heard - Mr Grant opened his mouth.
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"No one's getting feedback until next week." Everyone let out a groan, Zayn and
I included. Sighing, we walked off stage, putting the microphones in the table t
o the side of the stage. We sat in the same seats and we did for the solo songs
- apart from Liam who was sat a few rows back with that Niall kid. Once we sat d
own, Zayn grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers.
"You did great, babe." He whispered, pecking my my cheek. I buried my face in hi
s shoulder, hiding the blush that covers my cheeks whenever he compliments me.
"Imogen and your partner! You're next. Go get ready." Mr Grant shouted. We all w
hispered good luck as they squeezed past our knees to the aisle.
Imogen's POV
Walking up the stairs to the side of the stage, I couldn't fight the smile that
formed on my face. I love this song to pieces and I'm looking forward to perform
ing it. I grabbed the microphone and walked on stage, not bothering to wait for
Harry. To the side of the stage, there were stairs that led up to a 'balcony'. A
s planned, we stood on the balcony, with Harry behind me, as we stared past the
audience. The lights went down, the spot light on, and the music started playing
.
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(A Whole New World - Aladdin & Jasmine)
"I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide
I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways, and under

On a magic carpet ride
A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming." Harry started, pulling me down the steps in the sec
ond verse.
"A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world
With you
(Now i'm in a whole new world with you)
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world
(Don't you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see
(Hold your breath - it gets better)
I'm like a shooting star,
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be
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A whole new world
Every turn a surprise
With new horizons to pursue
Every moment red letter
I'll chase them anywhere,
There's time to spare,
Let me share this whole new world with you
A whole new world
A whole new world
That's where we'll be
That's where we'll be
A thrilling chase
A wondrous place
For you and me." We finished, smiling at each other as we raised our free hands,
palm to palm, before entwining our fingers. Everyone started clapping, knocking
us out of our stare. We scurried off stage, back to our seats.
"Well done, guys." Manya said as we sat down. I whispered a thank you before wat
ching the next few couples before Louis and Manya were called up.
Manya's POV
"I can't believe I'm singing this song." I grumbled, making my way up to the sid
e of the stage. Louis chuckled, patting my bum.
"Lighten up, babe. You love it really." He winked, walking ahead. I think you ca
n guess what song we're doing - all because of Louis freaking Tomlinson. I knew
he was going to pick a song like this. Why I paired up with him, I don't know.
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We grabbed our microphone and Louis walked on stage. He was stood in the centre,
stood like he was 'cool' while I stood to the side, hand on my hip and arms cro
ssed. The music started off, causing Harry and Zayn to burst out laughing. Mr Gr
ant glared at them, making them quieten down, but not fully stop laughing. I pla
yfully glared at them, a smile breaking on my face when I heard Louis voice.
(You're The One That I Want - Grease)
"I got chills.
They're multiplyin'.
And I'm losin' control.
'Cause the power
You're supplyin',
It's electrifyin'!" He started, looking me up and down as he sang, sending a few
winks at the audience. I tried my hardest not to laugh as I started to walk tow
ards him, my walk full of attitude.
"You better shape up,
'Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you.
You better shape up;
You better understand
To my heart I must be true.
Nothin' left, nothin'
Left for me to do.
You're the one that I want.
Ooh,ooh, oooh, honey.
The one that I want.
Ooh,ooh,oooh, honey.
The one that I want
Ooh,ooh, oooooh
If you're filled
With affection
You're too shy to convey,
Meditate in my direction.
Feel your way.

I better shape up,
'Cause you need a man
I need a man
Who can keep me satisfied.
I better shape up
If I'm gonna prove
You better prove
That my faith is justified.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure
down deep inside.
You're the one that I want.
Ooh, ooh, oooh, honey.
The one that I want.
Ooh,ooh,oooh, honey.
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, oooh
The one I need.
Oh, yes indeed." We ended the song with my back to Louis, his hand on my hip. Th
e chorus' are repeated 2 more times, but we wanted to end it there so we wouldn'
t have to repeat it endless times, boring everyone else. Everyone started clappi
ng, a few remarks made by Harry and Zayn. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my
head as we walked off.
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"Niall Horan and your partner please." Mr Grant said when everyone quietened dow
n. All eyes snapped back to Niall, who stood up with Liam. Liam trailed behind N
iall, whispering something in his ear. People were whispering as the walked up t
he stairs to the side of the stage. It would be the first time we would hear Nia
ll sing. Can he even sing? Not many bad asses even like singing or like anything
but being a pain in the ass.
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Niall's POV
"Liam, I'm scared." I admitted, biting my nails as I stood to the side of the st
age. I was crapping bricks.
"Don't be, you have an amazing voice." Liam smiled, standing in front of me with
his hands on my shoulders. He kissed my forehead before grabbing the microphone
s, handing me one. With a shaky hand, I took it from his grip.
"But I've never sang in front of anyone but Mum, Uncle Paul and you. I can't sin
g in front of people, Li. What if they laugh?" I asked, backing up a little. Lia
m grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving.
"They won't laugh because you're voice is nothing to laugh at. They'll be too sh
ocked at how amazing your voice is." Liam smiled. I looked at him in disbelief b
efore taking a deep breath and walking on stage. We stood with our back to the a
udience, leaning into each other slightly.
"Take it back to the place where you know it all began
We can be anything we wanna be
You can tell by the noise that the boys are back again
Together makin' history." With
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that, we high 5'd each other and turned to face the audience.
"It's time to show how
To be a superhero
Just like a showdown
We'll split the Robby De Niro
We're the best, no doubt
Turn it like we used to do
This is our time
And I'm telling you
Oh!
The boys are back (Hey)
The boys are back
The boys are back
Gonna do it again
Gonna wake up the neighborhood
The boys are back (Yeah)
The boys are back
Climbin' up the walls
Anytime we want,
The word is out the boys are back
The boys are back
Back to save the day
The boys are back
Oh yeah
Keep comin' with the right
Win the fight every single time
Undefeated here in our house, yeah
We can nod, we can shine, anytime we like
And tonight were goin' all out

This time, we'll show how
To be a superhero
Just like a showdown
Kick the pedal to the metal
We're the best, no doubt
Turn it like we used to do
This is our time
And I'm telling you
Oh!
The boys are back
The boys are back
Gonna do it again
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The boys are back
Anytime we want
The word is out the boys are back
Here to change the world
To solve the mystery
Fight the battle
Save the girl!
No one can stop us now
We're the ones, that make the rules
Oh!
(Imagine there is no instrumental bit:D)
The boys are back
The boys are back
Gonna do it again
The boys are back
Anytime we want
No need to worry 'cause
The boys are back (Look out now)
The boys are back
Gonna do it again,
And we make it look good
The boys are back

Tearin' down the walls
Anytime we want
I'm sure that you know by now
The boys are back." We finished in the same pose as we started, just facing the
audience instead with our arms crossed. Everyone started clapping and I took tha
t as my que to scurry off stage and out of the Auditorium, straight to Uncle Pau
l's office.
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"Hey, Ni!" I turned around at the call of my name to see Liam walking after me,
holding our bags. I gave him a smile, which he returned. He handed me my bag, an
d I took it, slinging it over my shoulder. "Where you going?" He asked.
"To my Uncle's office." I told him. He nodded.
"Oh right, well, I'll go back then. By the way, you did great!" He smiled, kissi
ng my cheek before walking back. I bit my lip as I felt my cheeks heat up slight
ly. Shaking my head, I headed to my Uncle's office. Why did my cheeks heat up? I
t's only Liam. Sighing, I smiled at Caroline as I entered the reception.
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"Is my Uncle busy?" I asked. She shook her head. I went to walk through the doub
le doors, but Caroline called me back.
"Oh, Niall! I almost forgot. I was shopping at the weekend and I saw this," she
rummaged through something before holding up something in her hand, "when I saw
it, I instantly thought of you. I thought you might like it so I bought it you."
I walked back over to her to see she was holding up a gold necklace with a gold
four leaf clover.
"Oh my gosh! Caroline, that's lush!" I said loudly, reaching over to grab it. "T
hank you so much!" I smiled, holding it tightly in my hand so I wouldn't lose it
. She just shrugged.
"Don't sweat it, Niall." She smiled.
"Miss Flack?" Some kid behind me said. I bid Caroline a goodbye, letting her get
back to her job. As I walked towards my Uncle's office, I couldn't help but adm
ire the necklace. It looks pretty expensive. The four leaf was outline with gree
n gems that looked like emeralds.
"Hey, Uncle Paul." I smiled, walking into his office. He looked at me, slightly
startled but smiled none-the-less.
"What's gotten you so happy?" He asked as I closed the door. I shrugged.
"I sang in front of my music class with Liam and they loved it, and Caroline bou
ght me this." I said, showing him the necklace. I felt slightly proud of myself
for singing in front of people other than my family and Liam.
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"You sang in front of people?" He asked, completely ignoring the necklace. I nod
ded and smiled. He instantly got up and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm so prou
d of you, Niall! Now, let me help you with that necklace." He said, taking the n
ecklace from my hand and spinning me around so my back was to him. He fastened t
he necklace and spun me back around to face him.
"Thank you." I smiled. He pulled me in for another hug
ke me to Nando's tonight for dinner. He said he's been
ever since I came and lived with him, but we've always
bid him a goodbye before meeting up with Liam outside
before promising he'll ta

meaning to take me there
been busy. Walking out, I
of English.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty (p.1 of 4)
Sorry it's short! Wanted to update before Christmas tomorrow!
Merry Christmas and a happy New Year everyone!!:) Hope you get what you wanted t
omorrow and have a wonderful time!
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I waited patiently outside of English for Niall. He walked up to me with a smile
on his face. I gave him a smile back, opening the door for him. His smile didn'
t change to a scowl when everyone was looking at his; he simply ignored them and
walked to his seat. I sat next to him, giving a questioning - but happy - look.
"What?" He asked once he realised I was staring. He chuckled and shrugged. One o
f his hands went to his neck, showing me a golden necklace that was hidden under
his clothes.
"Caroline bought me this." He smiled, biting his bottom lip.
"Who's Caroline?" I asked, reaching over to holding the necklace in my hand to h

ave a closer look. I smiled when I saw the four leaf clover and let it go. Niall
tucked it back under his clothes.
"Miss Flack, the receptionist. She's pretty close to my Uncle and she's just lik
e mu-err, an older sister." He told me. It was obvious he was about to say 'mum'
, but I said nothing. "What are you doing after school?" He asked suddenly.
"Erm, nothing I don't think. Why?" I told him.
"Want to come round? I have nothing better to do, so I could use some company."
He smiled. I nodded, shuffling my chair a little closer to his.
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"Sure."
***
"Oh come on! They're spoons! What's so scary about spoons?" Niall exclaimed, loo
king at me in disbelief as we sat on his bed. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"They are bigger than forks or knives. They're really wide and could easily get
stuck in your mouth." I pointed out, not looking at him.
"But they're spoons!" He repeated, his voice slightly higher pitched. I rolled m
y eyes, huffing a 'whatever'. "Lighten up, Li! I'm only teasing." He said, crawl
ing closer to me. He lay on his back with his head in my lap, looking up at me w
ith an innocent smile. I couldn't help but smile back. I unfolded my hands to pl
ay with his hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch.
"What you thinking about, Ni?" I asked quietly, twirling his blonde locks betwee
n my fingers. He didn't open his eyes, but snuggled more into my lap.
"How...why are you so nice to me when I was just a jerk to you before?" He asked
, getting straight to the point. I bit my lip, thinking on how to answer.
"To be completely honest with you, I have no idea. There was just something abou
t you that I didn't want to give up on I guess. When that jerk...Chad, was it?"
Niall nodded, "when Chad said those things and then you admitting everything to
me, I couldn't possibly leave you alone. It was so obvious you were hiding somet
hing and I was determined to find out. You may have told me what happened in Mul
lingar, but I know there's more things that you're keeping. I'm not going to pus
h you, I just want you to know that even though the past was a load of crap for
you, but the present and future are going to be different. I'm not going to leav
e you, Niall." I explained quietly.
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"Do you really mean that?" Niall asked, his breath shaking slightly as he opened
his eyes. They were glazed over with a layer of tears. His bright blue orbs sta
ring intently into my brown ones.
"Every single word." I whispered, still playing with his hair. I gave him a smal
l smile, him returning the gesture.
"Thank you." He said so quietly I almost missed it. My eyes fluttered up to his
lips, back down to his eyes which were on my lips. He sat up, twisting around to
face me. His legs were folded under him as our eyes were locked. I leaned in sl
ightly, my eyes moving down to his lips. My heart fluttered when he copied my ac
tion, our noses now brushing slightly.
"Boys! Dinner's ready!" Niall's Nan called. We both jumped back slightly, gettin
g up off the bed. Our eyes locked for a second, a blush covering both of our che
eks.
"After you." I smiled, gesturing to the door. Niall nodded, smiling shyly at me
before walking out. I followed after him, walking into the kitchen. We both grab
bed a plate and walked back up to Niall's bedroom. We had something simple tonig
ht; chicken nuggets and pasta with ketchup.
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No matter how much we talked and acted like nothing happened that evening, I cou
ldn't help but think of our almost-kiss. I didn't think I had feelings for him;
but now that's different. It's pretty certain that I do. I always smile when som
eone mentioned his name, and I'd feel happier whenever I see him or when I was a
round him. It now makes sense why I didn't give up on him.
I have feelings for Niall.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty-One (p.1 of 6)
Bit of a filler chapter, I'm afraid!:)
Look at that >> though. HIS ARM! Omnomnomnomnomnom:3
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--Liam's POV
Taking a deep breath, I followed the other lads into our form room. Surprisingly
, Niall was already sat at our table at the back. The worries that I had about t
his being awkward vanished as he smiled at me. I smiled back, walking over and s
itting beside him. Zayn was sat in front of us, - the seat beside him vacant as
that's where I normally sit - with Harry and Louis in front of him.
"Hey, Li?" Niall whispered. I looked at him.
"Yeah?" I whispered back, quite confused as to why we were whispering.
"You know how you said you wanted to introduce me to your friends, but I didn't
want to?" He asked, his voice still in a hushed whispered. I nodded slowly. "Wel
l, I was wondering if you could? Y'know, introduce us? I think it would be quite
nice having...friends." He chuckled weakly, biting his lip. I nodded and wrappe
d my arms around his shoulders, giving him a - weird - sided hug.
"Hey, guys!" I called, making them turn around to face me. I gestured for them t
o come over, which the did, moving their chairs around our table. Niall had his
head down so I rubbed his shoulder slightly as I didn't remove my arm from the h
ug. "Guys, this is Niall. Niall, this is Zayn, Harry and Louis." I said, pointin
g at them when I said their name.
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"H-hey." Niall stuttered with a weak, one-sided smile. The boys glanced at each
other, then at Niall, then at back, then back at each other.
"Hey, Niall!"
"How are you, mate?"
"Good to meet ya." They all said at once, making Niall smile. They seemed to rea
lly get on, especially Niall and Harry. Even though the boys were skeptical when
he first came to this school, it seemed as if all that went when they spoke to
him. I could tell Niall wasn't completely being himself; he wasn't really lettin
g go, but at least he's not snapping at them. I know why he's holding back sligh
tly; in fear of what happened in Mullingar will happen here.
"Okay, okay, so you're telling me, you've never seen Transformers? Any of them?"
Louis asked quietly, astonished, as Miss Haines called out the register. Niall
shook his head. I took my arm off from around his shoulder and placed it in my l
ap.
"I didn't really have...time...back in Mullingar to watch films or anything." Ni
all lied, well, I guess it's partly the truth?
"That's decided then. You lot are sleeping round mine Friday night." Harry annou
nced. We all let out sounds of approval, apart from Niall who grabbed my hand un
der the table. I squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.
***
Not much happened the next couple of days. Niall and I hanged out a little more
and got closer. We didn't have another 'almost-kiss' moment and I've come to rea
lise that this is not just a little crush, this crush is pretty strong.
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Sometimes it feels as if he feels the same way, others it feels like he doesn't.
I remember him telling me he's not sure what about his sexuality because Bobby
never really gave him a chance to date, and the kids at his old school probably
didn't even give him a chance to look at anyone for longer than a second.
Beep beep!
I looked out my bedroom window to see Principal Higgins' car outside. Niall offe
red me a lift to Harry's as Louis was banned from using his car after coming hom
e later. I think Zayn's mum is giving them a lift. I grabbed my over night bag,
along with my pillow, and ran downstairs. I pulled on my shoes, yelling a goodby
e to my parents before running outside and sliding in the passenger seat behind
Principal Higgins and beside Niall.
"Hey." Niall smiled.
"Hey. Hey Mr Higgins." I said to Niall, before looking at Principal Higgins thro
ugh the mirror. I buckled my seat belt as he pulled out.
"Hello, Liam. And out of school, call me Paul." He smiled. I nodded and faced Ni
all, giving him another smile.
About 15 minutes later, Principal Higgins pulled up to Harry's house. We both go
t out, thanking Principal Higgins, before walking up to Harry's house. I didn't
bother knocking, I just opened the door and walked into the lounge, only to be b
ombarded with 3 boys throwing themselves at us. We dropped out bags and pillows
on the sofa, before I showed Niall where the kitchen and bathroom was.
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"Hello boys-oh, and who's this?" Anne asked, walking into the lounge with 3 tubs
of pringles - salt and vinegar, ready salted, and sour cream and onion.
"Mum, this is Niall. He just started school this year. Niall, this is my Mum, An
ne." Harry introduced. Niall gave a shy wave, shuffling a little closer to me. A
nne gave Niall a welcoming smile, before asking if we wanted any hot chocolate.
We all said yes, sitting on the floor amongst the 2 or 3 duvets dumped on the fl
oor.
"Time for the first Transformers!" Louis grinned, putting the disc in the bluray
player.
"How many are there?" Niall asked, shuffling closer to my side so our arms overl
apped.
"3," I told him, "Transformers, Revenge Of The Fallen, then Dark Of The Moon. Pe
rsonally, my favourite is Dark Of The Moon." Niall nodded, his eyes glued on the
tele as Harry turned off the light. I grabbed one of the duvets, pulling it ove
r Niall and I, leaning my back against the sofa.
I'm not sure when, but sometime during the second film, Niall had snuggled compl
etely into my side and fell asleep on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around his w
aist, resting my head on his, when something caught my eye. The bottom on his ho
odie had risen up slightly, showing the scars on his stomach. Wincing, I pushed
his hoodie down, covering the scars and making sure the ones on his wrists weren
't showing.
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Wriggling to get comfy, I pulled Niall closer for warmth before closing my eyes,
resting my head on his. Somehow, I managed to fall asleep, despite the loud noi
se coming from the tele.
***
"No, Louis! No takin' photos!"
"Why not?"
"Liam will have a hissy fit, you know that."
"You're no fun! Harry, help me?"
"I agree with Zayn, Lou. You know he's not a morning person."
"Exactly, I'm not a morning person, so why the hell are you talking so loudly?"
I groaned, rubbing my eyes before opening them, eyes squinting because of the li
ght. It was only then I realised that I was lying slightly on my side, with Nial
l lying half on me on his stomach. His head was to the side, his cheek against m
y chest, with his arm and legs lying across my body. The duvet was down to my be
lly button, making my shiver slightly at the cold
"Sorry, Li, we tried to get Louis to be quite." Zayn said, nudging a pouting Lou
is. I couldn't help but chuckle. I felt Niall stir, his hand fisting my t-shirt
as he let out a groan, moving his head and burying it in my shoulder.
"What times is it?" Niall groaned, his voice thick with sleep, making his Irish
accent thick and hard to decipher. His morning voice is pretty hot though.
"9am." Harry said, getting up and going into the kitchen. Niall let out a loud g
roan.
"Why are you people up so early?" He asked, pulling the duvet up to his chin and
snuggling into my side, his cheek lying on my shoulder, making me feel his brea
th on my neck.
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"Trust me, I don't want to be up this early either." I said, my voice still croa
ky.
"Neither do I, but that's what happens when you have a sleepover with Harry and
Louis." Zayn chuckled, earning a clip round the back of the head from Louis. I c
ouldn't help but chuckle, tensing and stretching.
"Don't fall asleep on me, Ni. I need to loo." I groaned, loosening my grip on Ni
all. Niall groaned, snuggling into my side and wrapping his arm around my waist,
giving me a light squeeze. "Oh, c'mon, Ni. I'm bursting here." I whined.
"Fine." Niall grumbled, loosening his grip and rolling off me, grabbing a random
pillow off the couch and putting it under his head. I quickly shot up and made
a bee-line for the bathroom. Once I finished my business, I walked back into the
lounge to see Niall still lying down. I wasn't sure if he had fallen yet or not
. I kneeled down beside him, shaking him gently.
"Ni, wake up. I think breakfast is almost done." I said gently. He let out a gro
an, pushing the covers back and rubbing his face. "You best make it up to me wit
h Nando's at lunch?" Niall said, as more of a question. I tried to fight back a
blush and nodded. I'm not sure if it's a date or not, but either way, Niall just
asked me out for lunch.
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STORIES YOU NEED TO CHECK OUT:
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Truth Be Told (Ziam&Narry) - Me

It Just Takes Four (Zarry&Niam) - HomoOfTheNarry
Dear Liam - karmasucks (co-written by me)
Basically all directioner122 fanfics
My boyxboy oneshots:3
WARNING: On the side is a picture of Niall in beanie. You have warned.

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Before our lunch...whatever it is, we agreed we would go home and get changed in
to clean clothes before meeting up at Nando's. As soon as Paul dropped me off, I
shot upstairs to have a shower. Normally I take my laptop into the bathroom to
listen to music and sing along, but today I was in too much of a rush. It's 12 a
nd I'm meeting Niall at Nandos at 1 and it's a 20 minute walk.
Once I came out the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist, unlocking the doo
r and walking down the hall to my bedroom. Ruth walked past me, playfully rollin
g her eyes, making me chuckle. Picking out a fresh pair of boxers, I chose to we
ar my dark wash skinny jeans, black t-shirt with my dark green jacket and white
converses.
Running into Ruth's room, - ignoring her protests - I turned on her hairdryer, q
uickly drying my hair before running into the bathroom. Grabbing my hair gel, I
styled my hair up in a quiff, before brushing my teeth. Walking back into Ruth's
room, she let out a groan before asking me what I wanted.
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"How do I look?" I asked, looking in her mirror, straightening out my clothes.
"You look fine, now get out of my room." She moaned.
"Ruth, seriously." I said, giving her a look through the mirror. She sighed befo
re motioning for me to turn around. I did so, giving Ruth a hopeful look.
"Don't have your clothes so neat, you look too...like you're trying to hard." Sh
e said, standing up and ruffling my clothes up a little. I thanked her before ru
nning into my bedroom, grabbing my phone and wallet, and running downstairs to m
y Mum.
"Can I borrow like...20 quid?" I asked in
eyes before grabbing her purse, giving me
y Dad the same question and receiving 20
goodbye and walked out the house, heading
an overly sweet voice. She rolled her

20. I walking into the lounge, asking m
more. I held back a smirk as I yelled a
towards Nandos.
While I was walking, I couldn't help but think about our 'amost-kiss'. What if h
is Nan didn't interupt us? What would've happened if we did kiss? Would he have
pushed me off and said I was digusting and that he wasn't gay? Or would he have
kept kissing me? I'd like to think he would, but I'm not sure.
Shaking my head of thoughts, I pushed the door open and walked into Nando's. Nia
ll was sat in the waiting room, looking down at his phone. I couldn't help but s
mile as I snuck up behind him, making him jump when I covered my hands over his
eyes. He dropped his phone in his lap, his hands flying up and covering mine.
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"Guess who." I whispered in his eyes. He chuckled. He was wearing a white top, w
ith a grey hooded jacket, then a black jacket over that. He had black skinnies o
n with grey high tops and a grey beanie.
"Harry! I told you Liam's coming! We'll have to wait for later." He joked. I dro
pped my hands, giving him a disbelieving look. He turned around and winked at me
, making me roll my eyes. "Chill, Bambi, I was joking."
"Good," I mumbled, grabbing his head and walking over to the waitress, "table fo
r two, please." I asked. She looked up at me and smiled. She was very pretty. Lo
ng, dirty blonde hair in a side parting with calming blue eyes.
"Sure." She smiled, gesturing us to follow her. I let go of Niall's hand, only f
or him to grab it again and entwine our fingers. I couldn't help but bite my lip
, giving his hand a little squeeze. Handing us our menus, Sammie gave us a smile
as we sat down opposite each other.
"My name is Sammie, and I'll be your waitress. Do you know what drinks you want?
" She asked; we both asked for coke. She walked away, coming back a couple of mi
nutes later holding 2 glasses. "Drink machines are just around the corner." She
smiled, walking away. I grabbed Niall's glass, getting up before he could protes
t.
I filled out glasses with coke, popping a straw in both, before walking back to
our table. Niall's face was scrunched up slightly as he looked through the menu.
Putting the glasses down on the table, Niall gave me a smile and said thanks. S
ammie came back, taking our order, before walking away again.
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"So how's your Nan and Grandad?" I asked, striking up a conversation. Niall smil
ed.
"They're great. Didn't realise how much I missed them." He spoke to kindly of th
em. It was really sweet. We sat in silence for a couple of seconds, until Niall
broke it. "As crazy as it sounds, I kind of miss Mullingar. I loved Ireland, and
Mullingar, I just hated the people."
"Like that Sean guy?" I asked. Niall chuckled.
"Chad," he corrected, "but yes, especially him."
I was about to say something else, but Sammie came with our chicken and chips. N
iall's eyes lit up, and he instantly started digging in. I couldn't help but chu
ckle, eating my food a little slower. Our conversation kept going, talking about
anything but Mullingar and his family.
***
"Okay, say...you either had to use a spoon, or...abseil down...the empire state
building, which would you choose?" Niall questioned as we walked through the par
k. It was quite dark now as we headed home. At some point, we had grabbed each o
ther's hand, so now we're walking through the quiet, quite creepy, dark with out
finger linked.
"Ah! That's not nice! But I'd use a spoon. It's not like I refuse to use them, I
just....don't particularly like them."I defended. Niall scoffed, sounded like h
e was disappointed.
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"Damn! I was hoping you would abseil!" I gave him a questioning look. "What? It'
ll give me something more to tease you about." He winked, making me laugh. His f
ace suddenly dropped, his hand tensing before letting go of mine. His face went
stiff, his eyes hard. I gave him a confused look, before looking in the directio
n of his gaze.
Sean.
Wait! I mean Chad. And his little 'buddies' kicking a ball around on the field.
I pushed Niall's shoulders slightly, trying to push him away.
"C'mon, Niall. Just ignore him. He hasn't seen us, so let's just leave it." I sa
id, slinging an arm around his shoulder to walk him away. He shoved his hands in
his jean pocket, his gaze on the floor. "Cheer up, Ni. We've had a great day so
far." He sighed and nodded. Pulling one of his hands out of his pocket, he wrap
ped it around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder.
"I know I've said it loads, but thank you." He whispered. I smiled, twisting my
neck so I could kiss his head.
"Don't mention it." I told him. He looked up, giving me a sweet smile, before re
sting his head on my shoulder again.
"I hope your friends liked me." He muttered. I chuckled.
"Ni, they loved you. They were all over you at the sleepover." I told him. We wa
lked towards the bowl swing, climbing in and lying down next to each other. Nial
l had his head resting on my shoulder blade as we looked up at the clouded sky.
A thin layer of cloud covered the stars, giving it spooky kind of look as there
was a full moon. "What'cha thinkin' 'bout, Ni?" I wondered.
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He stayed silent for while, before answering, "you think my mum's watching over
me?" His question took my by surprised.
"Course she is, Ni. She'll be proud of how strong you've been." I answered. He d
idn't reply, just snuggled closer into my side. I don't know what's gotten into
him; being this cuddly. He used to hate me even touching him, and now he's alway
s touching me in some way. Whether it's just our arms or hands brushing, or we'r
e full on cuddling. Not that I'm complaining. I'm liking the cuddles.
"It's gettin' late, I should get back." Niall sighed after a couple minutes of s
ilence. I nodded, waiting for him to sit up so I could. We jumped off the bowl s
wing and headed across the field, going unnoticed by Chad.
We were walking in silence, something that was starting to bore me. I couldn't t
hink of anything so say, so I did the second best thing; nicked Niall's beanie a
nd ran. Looking behind me, I saw Niall chasing after me, a big smile on his face
. I let out a loud laugh, only to trip over my own feet and fall on my side on t
he grass. I groaned, rolling on my back and rubbing my hip.
"Frick my life." I muttered. My right shoulder, elbow, hip and knee were killing
me. I sat up, glaring at Niall who was on the floor laughing not far from my fe
et. Using my left hand, I chucked his beanie at him, making it hit him in the fa
ce and make him laugh even harder. "I'm glad my pain amused you." I say sarcasti
cally once Niall had calmed down a little.
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"Karma's a bitch." He smirked, wiping tears from his eyes, letting out a few chu
ckles as he crawled over to me. "You okay, Bambi?" He asked, amusement clear in
his voice. I rolled my eyes and nodded, standing up. I held out my hand, which N
iall took, holding it like guys do before they bump shoulders.
I didn't realise how light Niall was, so when I pulled
orce, making him fall into my chest. My arms instantly
his hands rested in my chest. Looking down at Niall, I
oking up at me. Our noses were brushing and our breath
him up, I used too much f

went around his waist as
noticed he was already lo
mingled.
His gaze flickered down to my lips, before his eyes closed. I closed my own eyes
, closing the gap between us. His lips were soft against mine, softer than I had
imagined. His hands moved up, one holding the back of my neck while the other g
ripped at my hair. I opened my mouth slightly, making our lips start to move tog
ether. It was rushed and hungry, but slow and sweet. It just felt right.
Pulling back, I rested my forehead against Niall's. My eyes flickered open, only
to see Niall's bright blue eyes looking at me. He had a small smile playing at
his lips. I couldn't help but smile, pecking him twice again on the lips.
"I really should get home." He whispered against my lips. I nodded, pecking him
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again before dropping my arms. He bent down and picked up his beanie, pulling it
back over his hair. He smiled at me before grabbing my hand, entwining our fing
ers. It's safe to say, today has been amazing.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty-Three (p.1 of 7)
Not 1D related but that gif is just effing hilarious xD I love how the guy just
shuts the lid:L
Not updating until I get AT LEAST 10 comments that don't just say what they like
about this story, but what they also don't like. TEN comments containing constr
uctive critisism - what I can improve on - or no chapter 24;)
Also, any comments that just tell me to 'update' will be deleted. I'm sounding p
roper bitchy atm, but I couldn't care less. It really annoys me when that's all
people say<3
And, I know I've already put the quote below in another chapter, but I love it:'
) that book is amazing btw! You should read it!
Sorry if this chapters is really quick, was proper stuck on it!:/ this is by far
my least favourite chapter so don't be surprised if it gets re-written later:P
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Theo: Funny what you miss when you move. Sights. Sounds. People.
Rachel: Yeah, missing people is definitely the worst. Still. So long as you have
a way of keeping in touch, I guess you can survive.
Theo: Survive. As in better than nothing."
- Blood Ties - Sophie McKenzie
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Niall's POV
I told Uncle Paul about the kiss, and how God-damn scared I am. He's known how I
've felt about love, yet there I was, kissing Liam. He says I should go for it,
btu I'm not sure. Love doesn't exist, at least, not for people like me.
"Niall? C'mon, we're going to be late." Uncle Paul said, walking in, then back o
ut of my room. He had to be in early today for some staff meeting. While the mee
ting was going on, I was going to go to the Auditorium and sing something.
Grabbing my rucksack and phone, I followed after Uncle Paul, keeping quite so I
wouldn't wake Nan and Grandad. It was only 7:15. We walked out of the house, clo
sing the door quietly behind us and heading to the car.
Today I decided to wear something a bit lighter. A navy t-shirt with light grey
skinnies, navy vans and a black jacket. After school today, I was going to get m
y hair cut and had a dentist appointment. Hopefully they'll say I should get bra
ces. I hadn't taken off Caroline's necklace since she gave it me - apart from wh
en I go to bed and go in the shower.
"Hey, ho, here she go. Either a little too high or a little too low. Got no self
-esteem and vertigo. 'Cause she thinks she's made of candy. Hey, ho, here she go
. Either a little too loud or a little too close. Got a hurricane in the back of
her throat. She thinks she's made of candy." I sang quietly along to the radio.
You got to love Robbie Williams.
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***
"BOO!" I jumped, turning around to see Liam smirking behind me. I put my hand ov
er my heart, putting my guitar down on the stage.
"Geeze, you almost gave me a heart attack." I glared playfully.
"Sorry." He said, his voice telling other wise. He walked towards me, wrapping h
is arms around my waist, leaning down to kiss me. As much as I wanted to kiss hi
m, I stopped myself, gently pushing against his chest. He looked at me, hurt pai
nted all over his face. Looking down, I sighed. "Ni, what's wrong?" He asked, hi
s voice matching his expression.
"You can't like me." I say bluntly, freeing myself from his arms and heading off
the stage.
"What? Why?" He asked, completely confused. At the edge of the stage, I sighed.
"Because," I started, turning around to face him, "I'm worthless and pathetic; a
nobody! People like me don't deserve love, Liam, or anything like it!" I said,
my voice loud but not shouting. Liam looked taken back, his eyes going from hurt
to sympathetic. Sympathy. The last thing I want.
"Ni, you're not any of those things. You're amazing, okay? The kids back in Mull
ingar, Chad, Bobby and Greg are all lying dicks. You deserve love as much as any
one else, even more so." He tells me, walking up to me and holding my face in hi
s hands. He looked me in the eyes, making my heart melt. "I'll prove you wrong.
I promise. Just give us a chance?" He asked. I nodded.
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"2 weeks." I smile. He smiles back, giving me a peck on the lips before walking
away. He stops when he realises I'm not following him.
"You coming?" He asks. I shake my head.
"Gon' skip first. You go ahead. I'll see you during second." I tell him.
, smiles, and walks away, leaving me to my thoughts. Sighing, I walk off
nd up to the techy part to the side of the stage. I turn on the speakers
rophone, plugging in my phone and searching for the song I wanted, I get
pressing play.
"You keep tryin to get inside my head,
While I keep trying to lose the words you said
Can't you see I'm hangin by a thread,
To my life what I know, yeah I'm losing control and
Oh no, my walls are gonna break
So close, it's more than I can take
I'm so tired of turning and running away
When love just isn't safe
(You're not safe, mmm-mm)
I'm strong enough, I've always told myself
I never want to need somebody else
But I've already fallen from that hill,
So I'm droppin that guard here's your chance at my heart and
I'm so tired of turning and running away
When love just isn't
Everything you want, but it's everything you need
It's not always happy endings but it's happy in betweeen
It's taken so long, so long to finally see
The other isn't worth the risk
He nods
stage a
and mic
it up,

So tired of turning and running away
So tired of turning and running away
You're not safe
And that's okay." I belted along to Britt Nicole, our voices mixing into a sweet
harmony. My phone started playing some Bruno Mars song, so I jogged over to sto
p it. I turned off the speakers and put my guitar in the cupboard, heading over
to Uncle Paul's office. He'll be pissed that I skipped, but oh well.
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Liam's POV
"-Miss and I have got your marks for your last music performance. None of you go
t lower than a pass; you either got a merit or a distinction." Mr Grant said, pi
cking up a pile of papers and handing them out. Unfortunately for Louis, Haz and
I, we were near the bottom of the register, meaning we had to wait a while for
our marks.
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"What'cha get?" Niall asked, peering over my shoulder.
"Destinction. You?" I told him. He gave me a big smile.
"Same. He just put a comment saying how I need to do the last project. He says t
o mix it with the next project?" He tells me, a little confused, but happy nonethe-less.
"Told you! I said to you that you'd do amazingly, babe." I smirked, leaning a li
ttle closer, unsure on whether Niall wants everyone to know about...whatever we
were. Niall shuffled closer slightly, leaning down so our noses were touching. "
Don't you care what other people think?" I whispered, making Niall smirk.
"After what happened with Gavin, all I need to do is glare and they won't bother
me." He replied, pecking my lips before sitting back up. I chuckled, resting my
arm on the back of his chair.
"Our next, and final project of 2012, is going to be pretty big. It'll be perfor
med at the end of term 2, just before we break up for Christmas. We have 2 weeks
of this term, then the next 7 weeks of next term to practice. You'll be singing
, in total, 5 songs in front of a paying audience. Friends and family will come
and pay to see you. 1 song will be in a group, 3-6 singers, 1 will be a duet of
any song, and you'll sing 3 solo songs. These solo songs are specific. 1 has to
be a hero themed song, a song that means something to you, and just any random s
ong. Mrs Lockett and I will be here to help during lessons, but it's up to you t
o practice out of class." Mr Grant explained. He started talking about rehearsal
s and all the boring things.
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"Bambi." I heard Niall whisper.
"What?" I whispered back, not wanting to get caught by Mr Grant.
"Duet partners?" He asked quietly. I chuckled under my breath.
"Did you even need to ask?" I winked. Niall smiled, turning his attention back t
o Mr Grant.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty-Four (p.1 of 6)
Most of the feedback was about grammar and bring the boys into it, so I'll be wo
rking on that:) thank you for all the feedback! To those who said 'make the chap
ters longer' or 'don't but the lyrics in'...a) I try to make the chapters as lon
g as I can without making it boring and b) the lyrics are in here for a reason;
they mean something, which is why I put them in:) I do try with stage directions
through lyrics but I just find it hard. Trying my hardest, though, guys!:) Also
, someone said to be nicer in my AN! XD That made me chuckle! I try to be as nic
e as possible but sometimes being blunt is the only way to get your point across
! I'll be nicer, though! Promise!:)
Thanks for the feedback! Much appreciated!
By the way, the ring on the side will make more sense in the story!:)
Updates will be even longer as my final exams start in 10 weeks! Eeeekk! And The
y last until the end of June. That's like, 5 weeks of exams, so I'm going to be
busy revising! And next week I'm at my nans. Sorry guys, but my school life is m
uch more important! Please understand and don't be like 'update' 'when are you u
pdating' 'hurry up and update' otherwise I will turn on 'bitch mode' and send yo
u a very nasty reply. Maha! That sounds a little childish xD but pleeeaaase don'
t pester me for updates? These next...15 weeks? Yeah, 15 weeks are going to be v
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Niall's POV
Much to my disappointment, I couldn't catch a lift home with Liam. Instead I had
to wait at school until 3:45 for Uncle Paul, and then head to the dentist. Uncl
e Paul brought my toothbrush and toothpaste to school and now I'm cleaning my te
eth in the staff toilets like there's no tomorrow.
Clenching my jaw, I opened my lips, looking at my teeth. I sighed, closing my mo
uth. My teeth were horrible and crooked. Sure, they were clean, but they were cr
ooked. Grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste, I walked back into Uncle's office.
I hadn't been to the dentist since my mother died, and to be honest, I was quite
nervous. There's was a little part of me, nagging that they'll say my teeth are
full of plague, or I have gum disease and my teeth need to be pulled out. Okay,
maybe that's a little dramatic, but you see my point. Dentists can be quite sca
ry.
"Couple more minutes, Niall, then we can leave," Uncle Paul said when I flopped
into the chair opposite him at his desk. I nodded and grabbed my headphones out
of my bag, plugging them in my phone, and put it on shuffle.
20 minutes later, Uncle Paul and I were on our way to the dentist. Walking into
the small building, - that was basically a house - a wave of disinfected hit me.
I scrunched my nose up, walking into the hall and through a door to the left, w
aiting for my Uncle to say I was here. He got a form he had to fill out, so we s
at down to wait.
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"Goodbye," I looked up to see a girl, around 20, smiling at the receptionist on
her way out. Seconds later, a small, black woman walked down with one of those s
urgical masks around her neck.
"Niall Horan?" She asked in a thick Portuguese accent. I sighed. No offense to t
he Portuguese, but I can never really understand what they're saying.
Glancing at Uncle Paul, we stood up and followed her up the stairs into the smal
l room. I sat down on the big, squishy blue chair in the centre of the room whil
e Uncle Paul sat on a brown chair in the corner. The back of the chair started m
oving down until I was lying flat.
The Dentist had pulled the mask over her mouth and was wearing latext gloves. Op
ening my mouth when she told me too, she started looking at my teeth with the ti
ny mirror and the small, pointy thing that digs between your teeth.
She started talking to me, making my eyes widen. I couldn't understand what she
was saying. I just said nothing, sighing in relief when she looked up at Uncle P
aul, directing whatever she was saying to him. Her hands were still in my mouth
which was starting to water with saliva slightly. I really hoped she would be fi
nished soon, I need to swallow.
Oh, how I love the dentists.
Manya's POV
Tonight was all about Louis and I. It may be a school night, but for us, it's a
movie-date night including an Indian take away. As my parents are at work and wo
n't get back until 10 tonight, we have the place to ourselves. Also, it's our 2
year anniversary tonight. We still haven't gone that far. I'm not even 16 - only
another 2 months to go - and Louis refuses to until I'm 16 and ready; something
I'm very thankful for.
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"So, what film are we starting with?" Louis asked, walking into my house, carryi
ng 2 white plastic bags. He shut the door behind him with his foot, and a wave o
f luscious smelling food hit me. I smile slightly, breathing it in.
"I was thinking Lion King?" I suggested, making Louis smirk.
"Disney?" He teased. I nodded, giving him a big smile. He put the food on the ta
ble, not pressing the matter, so I stood up and grabbed the DVD off the shelf be
fore putting it into the bluray player.
We sat on the sofa, our leggs crossed so we could pull the coffee table right up
to the couch while we eat our food. We both had 2 poppadoms each, as well as ou
r own food. We didn't bother with plates; we just ate the food right out of the
plastic tubs. I had previously brought in the kitchen roll before Louis got here
so we could wipe our mouth and fingers.
"Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase! Hakuna Matata, ain't passing craze!" Lo
uis had gotten up by this song, dancing around the lounge, belting out the lyric
s. He grabbed my hands, pulling me up and getting me to dance with him, 'waltzin
g' around the room.
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"It means no worries, for the rest of your days. It's our problem free, philosop
hy! Hakuna Matata!" We sang, jumping around with my hand on his shoulder, his on
my waist, our other hands clutched together in the air as we danced. I couldn't
help but laugh as Louis span me around, shaking his bum as he did so.
"Louis!" I squealed as he started tickling me. Giggles escaped my lips as I squi
rmed, attempting to break free. I backed up, falling backwards onto the couch wi
th Louis straddling me, still tickling me. I thrashed, trying to push him off as
I wriggled. "Louis! Stopped!" I whined in amusement. He stopped, bending down t
o kiss me.
"I have something for you," he say suddenly, standing up and putting his hand in
to his pocket. I sit up, crossing my legs, looking at Louis in curiosity. Taking
his hand out of his pocket, he held it out, palm side up. My eyes widened when
I saw what was in his hand.
A ring.
"Louis," I say, uncertain. He chuckles.
"Babe, it's not an engagement ring," he says. I sigh in relief.
"Then what is it?" I asked.
"A promise ring," he says simply, sliding the ring on my middle ringer on my lef
t hand. It was simple, woven-like, with diamond-like gems on the middle band. I
felt my mouth fall open as I stared at it.
"Louis! How much did this cost?" I asked in disbelief.
"You don't need to know," I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"But...this is looks expensive! How could you even afford this?" I asked. He chu
ckled.
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"Saved up. Mum helped a little bit," he told me. I shot up, wrapping my arms aro
und his neck, kissing his lips.
"Thank you," I whispered, kissing him again, this time for longer.
He smiled, "it's my promise to never let you go."
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty-Five (p.1 of 4)
Completely a filler chapter:/ Hope you like it anyway!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Liam's POV
The next few weeks were quite boring. Niall had a few orthodontist appointments,
and has gone to get his hair cut today, so most after schools I was alone. I ha
d nothing to do but do homework and pick what songs I would sing for music. I've
picked out 2 songs so far, and settled on learning those lyrics before I pick o
ut the other two and work on the staging.
A buzz coming from my phone interrupted my little homework session. I picked it
up off the desk beside me, smiling when I saw who the text was from.
From: Niall<3 x
Msg: Just finished. Completely love it! Uncle Paul wants to know if you wanna co
me for dinner tonight? I think we're having jacket potato xxx
I shot downstairs, asking my mum if I could, and running back upstairs when she
gave me the answer.
To: Niall<3 x
Msg: Yee, I'm allowed. Be there in 15 xxx
15 minutes later, my Dad had pulled up outside their house. Saying a goodbye, I
shot out of the car and up the driveway to the front door. I'd barely knocked tw
ice before the door had swung open, revealing a rather happy Niall. My jaw dropp
ed. The sides of his hair were a lot short, the top spiked up, gelled into a mes
sy look, and the tips of his hair blonde, leaving the sides darker.
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"You like?" He asked, biting his lip, leaning on the door frame.
"Jeeze, you look hot," I say bluntly, giving him a smile. He blushed, stepping a
side and letting me in. Walking in, Niall immediately let me to his bedroom. Tak
ing off my shoes, I left them by the bed, waiting patiently on the bed while Nia
ll sorts out the tele. He came over, sitting with his back against the wall with
the TV remote in his hand. I shuffled back, sitting beside him. Leaning over, I
stole a quick kiss before watching Rules of Engagement.
Looking around, I noticed a photo on the desk. Squinting, I saw a little boy wit
h blonde hair in the arms of a pretty looking woman. Glancing at Niall, I looked
back at the photo and walked towards the photo. Getting closer, I saw the resem
blance between the little boy and the woman; the same blue eyes and cute smile.
"Is this your mum?" I asked, picking up the photo and smiling at how happy Niall
looked. Niall looked so much like his mother.
"Yeah, a couple of months before she died," Niall said sadly, walking over to me
and taking the photo. He smiled sadly, sighing and handing the photo back. "Mis
s her like crazy," he says, turning around and sitting back on the bed. Putting
the photo back down, I sat beside Niall, pulling him into me and giving him a ki
ss.
"I'm here for you, babe, remember that," I remind him, pulling back before kissi
ng him again.
"Thank you," he whispered, threading his fingers in my hair and pulling me down
for another kiss. "So, got any ideas for songs for music?" He asked, pulling bac
k, obviously wanting to change the subject that we barely touched. I nodded.
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"A few. One is a surprise for you," I winked, "and Danny let me use one of his b
ands songs, Let Me Love You," I tell him. He nods and smiles.
"Please tell me what the other song is?" His smile turns into a pout. I look awa
y, knowing I'll cave in if I look. I shake my head, crossing my arms. "Pretty pl
ease?" He asks, resting his hands on my thighs and leaning on them, resting his
forehead against mine.
"Nope. I am not going to cave into your puppy dog eyes," I refused, closing my e
yes. Seconds later, I felt Niall's lips pressed against mine.
"Pretty, pretty please?" He whispered almost seductively.
"No Words. Borrowed it from Danny," I admitted. I groaned, throwing my hand over
my mouth. I heard Niall let out a laugh. Opening my eyes, I glared at him. "I h
ate you," I said, pulling my hand from my mouth. He just smirked, pecking my lip
s.
"No you don't," he smiled, pecking my lips again. I groaned.
"You're right, I don't," I agreed, wrapping my hands around his waist and lying
on my back, Niall lying on top of me. "You're just too lovable," I winked, makin
g Niall blush. His eyes widened, and he tapped my chest, letting out a small hmm
.
"I remember what I was going to ask you. I need help on my maths homework. I kno
w you like maths so I need your help," he said, climbing off the bed and picking
up his work book and revision book from the desk, along with a pencil. Sitting
up, I crossed my legs, smiling when Niall sat beside me, putting the revision bo
ok on the bed in front of us.
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"Ah, trigonometry. It's easy once you
d Sohcahtoa to him, and all the other
y. It took us only an hour to explain
er told me what have chosen for music
ed.
get the hang of it," I started. I explaine

extra little things to go with trigonometr
and finish Niall's homework. "Hey, you nev
- if you have," I pointed out. Niall smirk
"I'm not saying," he chuckled. "I'll just go see when our dinner will be done,"
he said, walking out of his bedroom with a smirk plastered on his face.
"That little prick," I muttered under my breath, chuckling.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty-Six (p.1 of 5)
Remember; I put the lyrics in here for reason. They normally reflect Niall reall
y well.
--------------------------------------------------------Liam's POV
It's already been 7 days since Niall gave me a chance, and I haven't done a thin
g. We've spent quite a few evening together, but that's about it. However, tonig
ht I'm going to take him out. Something simple; the cinema. We've both been mean
ing to go see I Give It A Year, but never had the chance.
Walking towards school, I heard loud music coming from the auditorium. I smiled.
Niall.
"I'll be right back. See you in registration," I say to the boys, not waiting fo
r a reply before I headed into the auditorium. Walking through the foyer and int
o the main room, I saw Niall stood on stage with the microphone and stand in fro
nt of him. I recognised the song instantly. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.
"And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am," I crept forwards, slouching in one of the sea
ts in the back row so Niall wouldn't see me.
"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
I just want you to know who I am
I
I
I
p
t
just want you to know who I am

just want you to know who I am
just want you to know who I am," I smiled. His voice is amazing. The music sto
and Niall was biting his lip. I started clapping as I stood up. Niall looked a
me with wide eyes, before glaring at me.
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"How long have you been there?" He asked, his voice kind of cold. I didn't let i
t faze me, knowing he only puts up the cold front when he feels vulnerable.
"Since about the first chorus," I tell him, walking towards the stage. Niall sig
hs, turning off the microphone.
"I really wish you would stop spying on me when I'm in here. I would like some p
rivacy," his voice monotone. I shrugged, watching him as he jumped down and stoo
d in front of me with crossed arms.
"I can't help it. Your voice is just too good," I say honestly. He blushes, a sm
all smile on his lips. He rolls eyes before wrapping his arms around me waist. I
smirk, holding him close.
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"Why can't I ever keep my walls up around you?" He mumbles into me. I chuckle.
"I'm just too lovable," I tease, making Niall laugh. Niall pulls back, grabbing
his bag ans slinging it over his shoulder. I reach for his hand, linking our fin
gers together. He smiles at me before we walk towards the exit and to our form r
oom for morning registration.
People kept looking in shock at our entwined fingers. I just ignored them, but w
hen I glanced at Niall, he'd smile at the people smiling, but glare at the peopl
e who gave unsure looks. I gave his hand a little squeeze, reassuring him. He lo
oked up at me and smiled, shuffling a little closer to me. I kissed the top of h
is head.
"Just ignore them, Ni," I whispered, dropping his hand and wrapping it around hi
s shoulder. He wrapped his now empty hand around my waist, his other reaching up
and entwining our fingers.
"I'm trying," he mumbled. I gave his hand a little squeeze before I dropped my a
rm as we walked into our form room. The guys gave us a smile as he sat in our se
at at the back. Zayn, Louis and Harry instantly grabbed their chairs, circling t
hem around our desk.
"Hey, love birds," Louis smirked. I chuckled, looking at Niall who looked down a
t his lap. I grabbed his hand, resting our linked hands on his thigh. He looked
up, giving me a small smile.
"Hey, Louis. How's Manya?" I ask. He blushes, telling me that she's fine. We end
ed up talking about what we watched last night, leading onto the funny episodes
of How I Met Your Mother that we've watched and our favourites. Niall kept quite
quiet during our conversation, only talking when spoken directly at or making t
he odd comment. I don't think he's fully warmed to the guys, but he's getting th
ere, I can tell.
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"I have a message for those in Music," Miss Haines says after she's read the reg
ister, "there is a quick meeting at lunch. Go to Mr Grants room in M01 at the st
art of lunch. Should only be about 5, 10 minutes long."
I let out a small groan. I hate meetings. Glancing at Niall, I see his face has
gone from shy to s scowl - though it's not directed at anyone. He leans his head
on my shoulder, grumbling under his breath. I chuckled, kissing the top of his
head.
***
"That was completely pointless," Zayn groaned as we walked out of the music room
. I chuckled, linking my fingers with Niall's.
"How was it pointless? We were asked to work with the Dance department for the c
oncert. It comes in very useful for me," I hint with a little wink. Niall looks
at me questionably. I just tap the side of my nose. He playfully glares at me be
fore dropping my hand and wrapping it around my waist. I lift my arm, wrapping i
t around his shoulders.
"It may have been useful to you, but for about 80% of the class, it was pointles
s," Harry argued. I rolled my eyes, saying goodbye to the other as Niall and I m
ade our way to the auditiorium. Students were dotted around outside in small gro
ups; chatting, laughing and mucking about.
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"Can't you just give me a hint to your song?" Niall whined, breaking the silence
as we walked into the auditorium. I laugh, shaking my head.
"If you're not telling me, why should I tell you? You already know two!" I argue
d. Niall pouted as we walked up the aisle.
"Still! You practically said you want to use dancers, so why can't you tell me?"
I rolled my eyes. He sounded like a little child.
"Like I said, you're not telling me," I say, tapping his nose and dumping my bag
on the chair before sitting on the edge of the stage. Niall huffed, dumping his
bag with mine and sitting beside me.
"Meanie," he mumbled, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Oh! By the way, tonight I'm taking you out. I'll pick you up at 6, and we're go
ing to the cinema to watch I Give It A Year," I tell him. Niall sits up, looking
at me happily.
"Seriously?" He asks. I nod.
"Yep. Part of the two week plan," I wink. He blushes, resting his head back on m
y shoulder.
"Thank you," he whispers.
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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Twenty-Seven (p.1 of 5)
If you haven't already, check out my Better Than This one shot called I Won't Le
t You Go:) I couldn't fit the idea into this story, so I made it into a one shot
!:)
Sorry for the long wait. This'll be the last update for a while as I got a busy
week and I'm going to my sisters for a few weeks as it's her due date on the 3rd
April! So exciting!! I'll try a write a bit, but I won't be able to update for
a while. Sorry guys!
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"Hey, Uncle? Liam's picking me up at 6 to go to cinema. That alright?" I ask, wa
lking into the lounge. My Uncle and Grandad are both chilled out on the sofa wit
h a bottle of beer each. Uncle Paul looked away from the TV and up at me. He gav
e me a happy, knowing smile.
"That's fine. D'you need any money?" He asked. I bit my lip, and shrugged.
"Probably," I tell him. He nods, leaning to the right so he could get his wallet
out of his pocket. He hands me a 20 noted. Thanking him, I make my way upstairs
to get changed. When I walked in, my room looked and smelt clean, meaning my Nan
had been in here.
I dumped my
e for Liam,
ol. I chose
ted me to a
proud of me
bag by my bed and rummaged through my wardrobe. I wanted to look nic

and that means not wearing dark clothes that I normally wear to scho
a red polo, tan chinos, navy jacket and navy Supras. Uncle Paul trea
whole load of Supras when I first came here, as a way of saying how
he is for staying so strong.
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"Niall! Would you like something to eat before you go?" Nan asked, walking strai
ght into my room. Luckily I had my black skinnies and red polo on. I glared at h
er before nodding.
"Not a lot though. I'll just have a bowl of cereals. And please, knock before en
tering," I say to her patronisingly. She just chuckles and walks out, forgetting
to shut the door behind her. I groan. "And learn to shut the door, too!" I yell
before shutting my door. I changed out of my skinnies and into my chinos. I did
n't need to do anything with my hair, so I slipped on my jacket and made my way
downstairs into the kitchen.
Sitting on the counter top was a bowl of cereals, but without the milk. I smiled
and grabbed the milk out of the fridge, pouring it in before putting it back an
d grabbing a spoon. I made my way into the lounge, munching on my coco pops. Sit
ting beside my Uncle, I started to watch the old film they were watching. It was
rubbish.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, shoveling another spoonful into my mouth.
"Carry On Teaching," Grandad tells me without taking his gaze of the TV.
"It's crap," I mumbled with coco pops in my mouth. Uncle Paul glares at me and I
smile sheepishly, swallowing the food.
Once I finished my food, I walked back into the kitchen and put the bowl in the
dishwasher. I rushed upstairs and grabbed the 20 note I left on my bed, and picke
d up my phone.
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"Niall! Liam's here!" I heard my Nan shout.
"Coming!" I yell back, putting my phone in my pocket and running downstairs. Lia
m was stood in the hall talking to my Nan. I smiled at Liam and slipped my feet
into my Supras. "Won't be late. See you later," I tell her, following Liam outsi
de. Liam slipped his fingers through mine, making me blush slightly as we walked
down the street to the bus stop.
"What time does the film start?" I asked as we sit down on the upper deck at the
back.
"Erm, half 6," Liam tells me. I nod and rest my head on his shoulder.
Relationships were completely out of my comfort zone. Being so touchy-feely with
someone, and having deep, meaningful talks aren't my thing. Sure, I like cuddli
ng, but anything other than a kiss or a cuddle, I'm kind of scared of. I don't k
now what to do, or if I have a 'normal' body. I hate talking about feelings, bec
ause I just don't know what to say. I'd much rather text someone my feelings, be
cause then I won't have to see their reaction. I feel a lot more confident behin
d a phone screen. I'm not scared of liking someone, and being in a relationship
with someone, I'm scared of being in a sexual relationship.
"We're here, Ni," Liam says gently. We stand up and make our way downstairs and
off the bus, into the cinema. Liam pays for our tickets, but I pay for my own fo
od. We sat on the back row so we had a perfect view of the whole screen. Annoyin
gly, there was an arm rest between us so I couldn't cuddle up to Liam. However i
t didn't stop us from holding hands and sharing sneaky kisses.
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"Thank you for tonight," I whispered as the cinema darkened and the adverts star
ted playing. Liam smiled at me, pecking my lips.
"It's my pleasure," he whispered back, making me giggle slightly.
After a long ten minutes of adverts, the film finally started. I snuggled down i
n the seat, munching at my jelly babies and sipping at my coke.
***
"Okay, if you could go back to any day in your life, what day would you go back
to?" I asked Liam, swinging our hands between us and sipping at my Tango Ice Bla
st slushy. Liam bit his lip, taking a sip of his before answering.
"A couple of years ago during the summer holidays. My family, Haz's family, Lou'
s family and Zayn's family all went on a massive holiday together to Weymouth. W
e had a caravan per family and it was right by the beach. One day it was baking
hot so we all had a massive water fight on the beach, and then watched the sun s
et before going to the arcade and bought chips," Liam recalled, a smile playing
at his lips. "What's yours?" He asked.
"That's easy. I was about...5, 6? My mum took me to Legoland. It was just us two
as Bobby and Greg were go karting and I was too young. It was literally just me
and mum all day," I couldn't help but smile as I recalled that day. It was a li
ttle hazy, but what can you expect? It happened almost 10 years ago. "I remember
Greg getting really jealous because I had a McDonald's and he didn't. Mum told
him to quit whining and stop acting like a baby," I laughed. Liam smiled at me,
making me blush.
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"You have a cute laugh," he said bluntly in a soft tone. This only made me blush
even more. I tried to distract myself by drinking my slushy.
Instead of taking the bus, we decided to walk home so we could talk more. Liam k
new I wasn't fully comfortable around him, so I'm guessing he wanted to snag at
any opportunity he could to turn that around - not that I minded.
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I hurt so bad, that I search my skin

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room

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not sure what I stand for oh

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"Oooohhh, that's tough." I commented. "Okay, so I would avoid Megan Fox-"

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And I'm staring at you now

And it's never easy

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So if you ever love somebody

Maybe I know somewhere

I've got a tight grip on reality,

I know you're leaving in the morning

"Left, left, left, right, left.

I'll be your hero who'se standing strong

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"Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it

is just up here." I said, running up the

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Better Than This (Niam Fanfic) - Chapter Fifteen (p.6 of 7)

y. He looked up from his paper work with a confused look.

ing an arm around his shoulder.

"What? Why?" I asked, a little offended.

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at the table. I sighed. This is going to be a long lesson.

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"Tale as old as time

Tale as old as time

Over, sideways, and under

Feel your way.

And tonight were goin' all out

The boys are back