Love Is For Losers
The Mystery Boy
I was just your average teenage lassie (apart from being bullied nearly to the edge). That was until a certain 5-part boyband waltzed into my life. Mow you may think this is going to be yet another soppy, romantic love story. And in truth you are probably right, but here is my story anyway.
My name is Alexandra Anne Wilson, but I prefer to be called Alex. I hate my full name. I had lived in the Scottish Borders all my life up until the beginning of this story. Anyway, I had decided to go to London to study Graphic Design as I had wanted to be an animation artist ever since I had started High School when I was 11, just turning 12. I had always been the loser. The geek. The girl who was bullied for everything about herself.
Then one day, one of the most popular boys in my year (and my crush), asked me out. I was over the moon as he seemed genuine at the time. Thing were great for the first couple of months and I thought I loved him, how stupid was I? After that, he just became more and more violent and he lashed out on me. No one else knew about it except my best (and only) friend and cousin, Eleanor Calder.
Anyyway, back to the story, he is one of the reasons I had decided to start a new life in London. Another was that, I think that Scotland had had enough of me and I had had enough of it. All of it. So with good exam results and a near 100% school attendance record, I had won myself a scholarship at the University Of London.
My parents were kind enough to give me the money I would need to set up my new life in London. So the day after my High School Graduation, I packed all of my belongings into my little yellow convertible Fiat 500 and left to start my new life. I know it seems as though I was being hasty, I mean the new term didn't start for another 7 weeks. But I just wanted to get sttled into my new life before throwing myself into course work. Thankfully, Eleanor had insisted that I moved into her flat because, even though I was 17, I had only been to London once before so I wasn't prepared to live by myself.
I was driving down the motorway, passing through Lancashire when 'Live While We're Young' by One Direction started playing on the radio. A smile broke onto my face as I cranked the stereo as loud as it would go. It was beaming sunshine so I had my roof down. I try take advantage of the sun as much as I can due to typical British weather.
Me being the massive Directioner I am, sang along to the cheerful harmony that was Liam's voice, knowing the words by heart,
Hey girl I'm waitin' on ya, I'm waitin' on ya
Come on and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the windows down
I belted out Liam's solo and burst into fits of laughter with myself. To the untrained eye, I probably looked like an utter-nutter. But I didn't care. For once the sun was shining and I was enjoying the thought of leaving my dark past behind and starting a new, bright future.
The motorway was nearly empty apart from me, delivery lorries and the odd car. But then again it was 6 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday. I was travaling this early so that I would get to London at around lunchtime if I was lucky. A black Mercedes passed me and I momentarily looked at it's driver. It was a man who looke around 19 or 20. He had blonde hair with dark roots as if he dyed it blonde. It was staight and unstyled (just the way I like mens' hair). He had high cheekbones and the most perfect jawline. His nose was in perfect proportion to the rest of his face. He had dark sunglasses on so it was impossible to see his eyes but I'm almost certain that they would have matched the rest of his perfect face.
His tinted car windows rolled down and he slowed down so he was at the sames pace as me. He glanced towards me flashing a perfect set of white teeth in a cheeky, heart-melting smile. He laughed and started singing along. I thought I recognized his voice, but then I put it down to my insane happiness. The song finished and I gave the mystery boy my puppy-pout as yet another one of my favourite songs came on, 'We'll Be Coming Back' by Calvin Harris (best scottish DJ ever!) featuring Example.
I started to belt along again, but not before flashing my own pearly whites to the 'fit boy' in th Mercedes. He looked at me once again and slightly pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to reveal a beautiful pair of chrystal blue, piercing eyes. Eyes that were familiar to me. Eyes that I'd recognize anywhere.
Why?
Because those same eyes had been staring at me from many psters over the last 2 years.
That stunning pair of eyes belonged to non-other than Niall Horan.
My name is Alexandra Anne Wilson, but I prefer to be called Alex. I hate my full name. I had lived in the Scottish Borders all my life up until the beginning of this story. Anyway, I had decided to go to London to study Graphic Design as I had wanted to be an animation artist ever since I had started High School when I was 11, just turning 12. I had always been the loser. The geek. The girl who was bullied for everything about herself.
Then one day, one of the most popular boys in my year (and my crush), asked me out. I was over the moon as he seemed genuine at the time. Thing were great for the first couple of months and I thought I loved him, how stupid was I? After that, he just became more and more violent and he lashed out on me. No one else knew about it except my best (and only) friend and cousin, Eleanor Calder.
Anyyway, back to the story, he is one of the reasons I had decided to start a new life in London. Another was that, I think that Scotland had had enough of me and I had had enough of it. All of it. So with good exam results and a near 100% school attendance record, I had won myself a scholarship at the University Of London.
My parents were kind enough to give me the money I would need to set up my new life in London. So the day after my High School Graduation, I packed all of my belongings into my little yellow convertible Fiat 500 and left to start my new life. I know it seems as though I was being hasty, I mean the new term didn't start for another 7 weeks. But I just wanted to get sttled into my new life before throwing myself into course work. Thankfully, Eleanor had insisted that I moved into her flat because, even though I was 17, I had only been to London once before so I wasn't prepared to live by myself.
I was driving down the motorway, passing through Lancashire when 'Live While We're Young' by One Direction started playing on the radio. A smile broke onto my face as I cranked the stereo as loud as it would go. It was beaming sunshine so I had my roof down. I try take advantage of the sun as much as I can due to typical British weather.
Me being the massive Directioner I am, sang along to the cheerful harmony that was Liam's voice, knowing the words by heart,
Hey girl I'm waitin' on ya, I'm waitin' on ya
Come on and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the windows down
I belted out Liam's solo and burst into fits of laughter with myself. To the untrained eye, I probably looked like an utter-nutter. But I didn't care. For once the sun was shining and I was enjoying the thought of leaving my dark past behind and starting a new, bright future.
The motorway was nearly empty apart from me, delivery lorries and the odd car. But then again it was 6 o'clock in the morning on a Sunday. I was travaling this early so that I would get to London at around lunchtime if I was lucky. A black Mercedes passed me and I momentarily looked at it's driver. It was a man who looke around 19 or 20. He had blonde hair with dark roots as if he dyed it blonde. It was staight and unstyled (just the way I like mens' hair). He had high cheekbones and the most perfect jawline. His nose was in perfect proportion to the rest of his face. He had dark sunglasses on so it was impossible to see his eyes but I'm almost certain that they would have matched the rest of his perfect face.
His tinted car windows rolled down and he slowed down so he was at the sames pace as me. He glanced towards me flashing a perfect set of white teeth in a cheeky, heart-melting smile. He laughed and started singing along. I thought I recognized his voice, but then I put it down to my insane happiness. The song finished and I gave the mystery boy my puppy-pout as yet another one of my favourite songs came on, 'We'll Be Coming Back' by Calvin Harris (best scottish DJ ever!) featuring Example.
I started to belt along again, but not before flashing my own pearly whites to the 'fit boy' in th Mercedes. He looked at me once again and slightly pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to reveal a beautiful pair of chrystal blue, piercing eyes. Eyes that were familiar to me. Eyes that I'd recognize anywhere.
Why?
Because those same eyes had been staring at me from many psters over the last 2 years.
That stunning pair of eyes belonged to non-other than Niall Horan.
Notes
The songs mentioned are:
'Live While We're Young' by One Direction : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbPED9bisSc
'We'll Be Coming Back' by Calvin Harris feat. Example : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPC_evpbwDM
They're both amaZayne songs so listen to we'll be coming back. I'm going to see Example tomorow in Glasgow, with my best friend Ellen I am really hyper!!!
I hope you liked it and I waill Update soon, maybe even rieght now!
I am meggiemop98 but the site wouldn't let me log on so I literally just made this account and copied and pasted the whole story! Sorry for the inconvenience!
7/20/13