Each word stung as I walked down the hallways.
People snickering as I past by, some even putting their foot infront of me to fall, but I was too clever to not think of the posibilities they could do.
Some even cackled really loud and I tried so hard to ignore them, but I couldn't.
No one liked me in this huge school, my best friends slowly fading away.
And each night I would cry like every other night, and no one cared.
I fell backwards this time, my thoughts taking control of me.
A huge roar of laughter filled the hall as a few tears began to shoot in my eyes.
"Oh my god are you okay?" A deep voice said as I found myself staring into blue eyes.
It was the jock from school.
He got all the girls, some even trying to make up that they were going out.
It was Niall Horan, school jock, player.
"I--" I stood up and ran away as fast as my legs could have taken me.
Several tears streamed down my face as I tried so hard not to choke up in my sobs, but failed.
"HEY WAIT!" Niall ran behind me as I ran faster.
I knew deep down in my heart that I should stop, and wait for him to come by, but all I thought was of him stopping me and laughing his arse off.
Maybe if he was nice enough, he would've not tripped me infront of people.
I pushed the door open to feel droplets of rain fall on my head, well great.
It seemed that by time I would get home, I would end up soaked up.
The rain began to fall harder and the struggle to keep running was lowering.
I found myself 5 minutes later walking down the streets with my hoodie on, my sobs quieting by seconds.
What if Niall led me outside?
What if he actually wanted to talk to me?
Naturally, I took a left turn to my house as I heard splashes behind me.
They sounded like splashes of someone running.
I turned around to see Niall running behind me, with his hoodie over his head.
He stopped, his blue eyes shinning in the dull sky.
"Here" he held a big sweater that seemed so comfortable.
I walked slowly by his side, gently grabbing the sweater and putting my hand on the sleeves.
"I'm going to wet it entirely" I said and he shooked his head.
"It doesnt matta' " this time an accent was heard and my ears sorta like perked up.
I nodded slowly and was about to start talking when a big wind blew right onto me.
Well thanks satan, I thought.
My soaked clothes taking in the cold air as I shivered slightly.
And something unexpecting happened.
He hugged me
