AL's POV
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Another دن of being the new girl. It happens every year. My mum says its the last time we move. I finish a grade and we're rushed to another town... Sometimes a different country. Like today. Suddenly I'm back where I started. Wolverhampton. I'm 16. And I've never had a boyfriend. Well, once. And that was in 7th grade... In Ireland... Mullingar.. Nice town, nice boy. His name was Niall. And we loved eachother. A lot. And then I was whisked away again. Never to see him again. I never even got to say goodbye. I think about him all the time. He's probably moved on... Unlike stupid me. Moved all over the world and still I'm thinking about that one guy. Oh well. Anyways, back to the story. So, here I am... Walking into Wolverhampton High School. I'm going to be that awkward American girl. Again. I was born here... But... I'm 95% American 2% Irish and 3% British. So.. Yeah... Awkward. And of course the سیکنڈ I open the door I walk into some (really hot) guy. He has this wavy, brownish hair... And the most beautiful brown eyes anyone's ever seen. And a gorgeous smile. I stepped back a little.
"Sorry... I-"
"It's fine. But bumping into آپ is better then being hit سے طرف کی the door... Which was pretty close to happening."
"I almost hit آپ with the door? Oh crap. What's with me and hitting hot guys- nice guys with doors?"
"You've hit other people with doors?" he says grinning.
"Um... A few... Quite a few."
"You're just a clumsy one aren't you?"
"How long have I known you?"
He laughs, "Are آپ new?"
"Yeah. آپ just enjoyed my wonderful entrance."
"Terrific. Where are آپ from?"
"Here. But I'm American."
"What?"
"Nevermind, whats your name?"
"Liam, you?"
"Al."
"Al?"
"No worries I'm a girl... Crap. I need a better motto."
"Thats a pretty name."
"Liam!!!!! ارے babe!" Some girl runs over grabbing him into a hug.
I just stood there... Awkwardly... As usual.
"Babe... Who's... That?" She asks with a tint of disgust.
"She's Al." Liam said.
"Al? Isn't that a guy name??" The girl asked looking me over.
"No worries I'm a gir- It can be." I said. AGAIN I NEED A NEW MOTTO.
"Alright. Well here's some advice. One... Try brushing your hair tomorrow... Two... Cover all of THAT up with make-up and three... Stay away from my boyfrien-" Liam cut her off
"Come on, Nikki... It's time to get to class now. Bye Al."
I sighed. I walked away and started to look for the office. When someone stopped me.
"Al? Is that... You?" کہا the someone.
I looked up. Crap. Is that Niall????
"Niall?"
"Oh my god, Al!!!!"
He smiled and just kissed me... Right there... In the middle of the hallway.. After 4 years... Um... He pulled away from me. I smiled.
"I missed you." I said, dazed after his kiss.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Will آپ go to prom with me?" He asks suddenly.
"It's not prom season... And your only a sophmore."
"No... Did آپ forget I'm a سال older than you?"
"Apparentally... And sure. Does this mean we're back together?"
"Do آپ not want to be?" He asked, his eyes looked hurt.
"Yes! I love you." Oh god. Did I just say that.
He just smiled and grabbed my hand and we walked into the office to get me schedule.
AUTHOR's NOTE
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Sorry if it's horrible. My first time writing a fanfic.
Love,
Al :*
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Another دن of being the new girl. It happens every year. My mum says its the last time we move. I finish a grade and we're rushed to another town... Sometimes a different country. Like today. Suddenly I'm back where I started. Wolverhampton. I'm 16. And I've never had a boyfriend. Well, once. And that was in 7th grade... In Ireland... Mullingar.. Nice town, nice boy. His name was Niall. And we loved eachother. A lot. And then I was whisked away again. Never to see him again. I never even got to say goodbye. I think about him all the time. He's probably moved on... Unlike stupid me. Moved all over the world and still I'm thinking about that one guy. Oh well. Anyways, back to the story. So, here I am... Walking into Wolverhampton High School. I'm going to be that awkward American girl. Again. I was born here... But... I'm 95% American 2% Irish and 3% British. So.. Yeah... Awkward. And of course the سیکنڈ I open the door I walk into some (really hot) guy. He has this wavy, brownish hair... And the most beautiful brown eyes anyone's ever seen. And a gorgeous smile. I stepped back a little.
"Sorry... I-"
"It's fine. But bumping into آپ is better then being hit سے طرف کی the door... Which was pretty close to happening."
"I almost hit آپ with the door? Oh crap. What's with me and hitting hot guys- nice guys with doors?"
"You've hit other people with doors?" he says grinning.
"Um... A few... Quite a few."
"You're just a clumsy one aren't you?"
"How long have I known you?"
He laughs, "Are آپ new?"
"Yeah. آپ just enjoyed my wonderful entrance."
"Terrific. Where are آپ from?"
"Here. But I'm American."
"What?"
"Nevermind, whats your name?"
"Liam, you?"
"Al."
"Al?"
"No worries I'm a girl... Crap. I need a better motto."
"Thats a pretty name."
"Liam!!!!! ارے babe!" Some girl runs over grabbing him into a hug.
I just stood there... Awkwardly... As usual.
"Babe... Who's... That?" She asks with a tint of disgust.
"She's Al." Liam said.
"Al? Isn't that a guy name??" The girl asked looking me over.
"No worries I'm a gir- It can be." I said. AGAIN I NEED A NEW MOTTO.
"Alright. Well here's some advice. One... Try brushing your hair tomorrow... Two... Cover all of THAT up with make-up and three... Stay away from my boyfrien-" Liam cut her off
"Come on, Nikki... It's time to get to class now. Bye Al."
I sighed. I walked away and started to look for the office. When someone stopped me.
"Al? Is that... You?" کہا the someone.
I looked up. Crap. Is that Niall????
"Niall?"
"Oh my god, Al!!!!"
He smiled and just kissed me... Right there... In the middle of the hallway.. After 4 years... Um... He pulled away from me. I smiled.
"I missed you." I said, dazed after his kiss.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Will آپ go to prom with me?" He asks suddenly.
"It's not prom season... And your only a sophmore."
"No... Did آپ forget I'm a سال older than you?"
"Apparentally... And sure. Does this mean we're back together?"
"Do آپ not want to be?" He asked, his eyes looked hurt.
"Yes! I love you." Oh god. Did I just say that.
He just smiled and grabbed my hand and we walked into the office to get me schedule.
AUTHOR's NOTE
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Sorry if it's horrible. My first time writing a fanfic.
Love,
Al :*
