Pretty Boy || Niall Horan

Chapter One

Please keep in mind that I am not the best writer and I don't have the best writing. Please ignore my fetus writing, I'm currently editing it a little bit because of how horrible my writing was & is. This story also starts pretty lame, but give it a chance. It actually gets better.

Note: yes i am aware that british schools have uniform. but im a rebel and made them wear everyday clothing. get over it.

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Last edited: 4/10/17

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Ashley

"Ashley! Get up! you're going to be late for school! On the first day, too."

My twin brother, Nathaniel shook me violently, causing me to yelp.

"Hands off me!" I push him away, a pounding headache hitting against my skull.

New town, new school, new people, I hate it already.

"Fine, bitch, be late for school," He remarks.

I groan and bury my face in my pillow, "What time is it?" I said into the pillow.

"7 a.m., you have about 30 minutes to get ready," He said before exiting the room.

I instantly stood up, about to get ready as fast as I possibly can. I quickly changed into an over sized sweater and leggings, I smacked on some mascara and eyeliner and just let my hair down. I look at the mirror to make sure I looked fine before grabbing my backpack and running downstairs.

"Nathaniel's waiting outside in the car for you, have a great day at school," My mum says.

"Okay, thanks, mum," I slip on my combat boots and flashed her a smile before running outside to the car. I got into the passenger seat and buckled my belt.

"Wow, you managed to get ready in one piece. And you don't look like a zombie. The power of make up," Nathaniel remarked.

I smacked him, "Just drive." I groaned. Nathaniel steps on the gas pedal and I turn on the radio.

"I should be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you." The radio projected.

"Paramore," I smile, singing along quietly.

I turned towards Nathaniel and just examined his features. My brother and I didn't really look that much alike, I mean sure we got the same brown hair from our Dad and the same bright blue eyes from our Mum. But, that was about it.

"I don't get how I have to wear braces, and you don't," I huffed, mad about getting the short end of the deal.

"Just because we're twins doesn't mean we have to be exactly alike. Plus you're a girl, I'm a guy. And you wear 36B Bras and I wear 00Z's" He answers.

I laughed and hit his shoulder lightly with the back of my hand.

The rest of the ride to school was spent listening to Paramore and Fall Out Boy. I grab my backpack and exit the car, almost instantly, I examined everyone in the parking lot. There's the bitches, and, oh, the nerds, there's the jocks, basket-cases; Not judging a book by its cover, it's more like a little survival guide, who to talk to and who not to talk to.

"Ash?" Nathaniel tapped my shoulder.

I got out of my own world and turned to him "What?" I asked.