The Flashbacks

-Flashback-

Niall's POV

I wake up late, alarm clock blaring in my ear as I curse to myself and fling the sheets back, running to the bathroom. I turn the hot water on, stripping of my clothes and getting in quickly, squirting body wash onto my loofa and scrubbing down my body quickly.

I get out of the shower, wrapping my towel loosely around my waist and fix my hair quickly in the mirror, brushing my teeth while watching the clock above the bed.

"Five minutes Niall!" my mom yells from downstairs, the smell of bacon filling the room.

I walk quickly to my bedroom, digging through my messy dresser and pulling out a tshirt and skinny jeans, putting my socks on and slipping on my sneakers and running down the stairs, retrieving my school bag and grabbing pieces of bacon from the plate.

"Bye mom!" I call to her, running to the bus stop and getting on quickly.

"Second time, Horan. Next time I'm leaving you here." she sighs, closing the doors as I find a seat.

I sit in the third seat from the back, setting my bookbag to the empty side next to me. I pull out my phone, starting a game of White Tiles and playing some music.

"Is this seat taken?" a soft voice asks.

I turn my head in the direction, a smile spreading on my face as I shake my head and move my bag. "You can sit." I smile.

"Thank you." she says softly, sitting down beside me in the seat and placing her bag in her lap.

"I'm Niall." I smile, turning to face her.

"Kaitlyn." she says, turning to me, a small smile spreading over her face.

-End of flashback-

"You seriously wanna go in there?" I laugh softly, sticking my hands in my pockets and looking at her.

"Uh, yeah!" she says, giggling as a wide smile adorns her face.

"Alright, alright." I smile brightly. "Meet me there at noon, I've got a key." I smile.

"How'd that happen, hot shot?" she laughs, looking up at me.

"I stole it." I say, scratching the back of my head nervously.

"Oh, wow. Going with a thief." she teases. "Nah, only kidding." she smiles softly.

-

Kaitlyn's POV

In this world, it's hard to imagine how it would be if you hadn't met somebody particular in your life. For me, this person had been Niall Horan, star quarterback, loved and known by the whole school. He had the eyes to make a girl melt, and a smile that lit up an entire room. His voice course with a deep Irish accent, making knees grow weak.

The morning on the bus, the first day I had ever seen him, was one of the best days I had witnessed within a while. While he kindly introduced him self and very nicely allowed me to steal the spot beside him, I knew something was bound to happen, while I didn't know quite sure what it would end up being.

But fate has a funny way of doing it's thing.

-Flashback-

Kaitlyn's POV

I sat in the back of the art room, coloring in the rose I had drawn, looking up as Niall sat in front of me. I had noticed him trying to fetch my attention multiple times, but I chose to set it aside and ignore it.

"Horan, do you need to be moved?" Ms. Lisenby snaps, turning to him.

I giggle softly, sliding out of my stool and gliding up to the teachers desk, Niall hot on my heels as I turned in my red rose drawing.

"Niall." He says, extending a sweaty hand out to me as I back away, swatting it lightly; he sticks it back into his pocket.

"No need for a hand shake." I say quietly, a small smile creeping at the corners of my mouth.
"Kaitlyn, but I assume you knew that, you know everybody and everybody knows you. You're the star quarterback." I say, laughing softly. "Pleased to have your acquaintance."

He steps back, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm not as bad as you probably think." He assures me, smiling brightly as I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Mhm, sure you aren't. You're just looking for someone you haven't already gotten pregnant and that someone happened to be me." I say quietly, shifting on my feet. "I-" He cuts me off, shaking his head.

"I've never once gotten a girl pregnant, Kaitlyn." He points out, sighing. "Besides, I would at least take you to dinner first." He says, a small smile forming on his lips.

I shake my head, turning and walking back to my stool, sitting in it once more and fumbling with the zipper on my jacket and finally pulling it up before grabbing all my stuff and putting them in an organized pile, getting ready to leave.

I exit the classroom and make my way upstairs when the bell rings, going to my locker and putting in my combination and putting away my art things, getting out my math book and band binder, walking quickly outside to the band room.

"Kaitlyn." Niall says, stepping in front of me as I bump into him. "I need to ask you something."

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