I love the artists,not the art

Niall's POV
The girl wasn't horrible . Just a bit nosy . She had noticed something was up with me but I don't want her to know just yet. Its like she is like me. Like she almost knows exactly what I am thinking...
We sit in silence the rest of the ride. I watch her as she brings out a notebook and she starts writing something down. I don't know what she is writing. We finally got back to the hotel and she slipped her notebook back into the bag and went to go get her bags out of the trunk. The boys showed her the room she would be staying in and left her there to unpack.
I walked back to my room and laid back down . There was something about this girl that I was going to have to find out. I started to drift back to sleep and the thoughts ran through my head . If she was just like her sister and she really hated me secretly. There was than a knock at my door. I got up and walked over to it. There was a note taped on to my door.
I read the note. It said
Dear Niall,
You may think I don't understand you . I do... I understand most things others don't. I am not a stereotype like my sister. I am so much different. I can tell by the way you pull your sleeves you are a wrist artist. Most people don't understand wrist artists but I do.
- Kin
I knew she knew something most don't . Is she one too?

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