*Krissy's POV*
BEEP-BEEP-BE- went the alarm clock until I slammed the snooze. Groggily I asked myself 'Why would the alarm clock be on unless...- It's SCHOOL!' I jolted out of bed quickly changing, ate breakfast and literally ran to campus.

"Sorry, I'm late" I said to the teacher with a red face.

"It's fine Ms. Braveries since it is your first day, as I was saying; today we will be doing an interview with your partner." He said, I look around the room, everyone was already paired up and sadly I was left partner less.

"Um excuse me sir, but I'm afraid I don't have a partner." I asked the teacher.

"Oh yes, now I remember that this class has an odd number and most of the year we will be doing lots of partner projects, I have asked a friend's friend if they will be your partner, though they don't need these class, and they said okay. So please come this way; I'm sure you will know who your interviewee is and remember all good journalists keep calm." He said leading me into a room with a familiar looking Irish boy.

"Ms. Braveries this is Niall Horan" Is all my teacher said before leaving me in a room with Niall Horan.

"Hey Niall, I think we got off on the wrong foot, let's start over. Hi I'm Christine Braveries; Please call me Krissy" I said taking his hand, ignoring the spark I felt when his hand touched mine, and ignored the fact that our hands fit perfectly.

"So.. Niall tell me about yourself?" I said with my pen and paper ready.

"Um.. My name is Niall, ha ha, Niall James Horan, I was born and raised in the county of Westmeath Mullingar Ireland, born on September 13. I am the only Irish lad in One Direction, I love my mu, dad and older brother Greg to pieces and..." He said. Lastly when he said the name of his older brother Greg, I felt all.... weird, then I remember my re-occurring dream: "Greg!" 'could it be' No I thought.

"Krissy?" Niall said breaking me from my day dreams, 'Well look at his; blond mop of hair, blue eyes, who knows it could be him, be optimistic. Your in a room, ALONE, with Niall Horan. Come on think of the possibilities'

"No! no." I said, now realizing I said that out loud, blushing.

"You ok?" he says with concern, putting one hand on my shoulder, I feel the spark again.

"I can't take it! Who are you really, because the Niall Horan your telling me, I KNOW that there is more to you then just the things you've said, just tell me because it's bugging me how you look like... him. I need to know your not." I said trailing off because I didn't even know the guy's name.

"Who him, I'm here just talk to me" he said smiling sweetly.

"Fine, but I thought I was supposed to find out who you are not the other way around. But yeah... when I was about five, I moved to Westmeath Mullingar Ireland and around the age of thirteen I had my first kiss by a stranger he had; blond hair, blue eyes, but was a wee bit shorter than me. I never found out who he was or why he did that, and now every time I see some boy with blond hair and blue eyes, I think its him. I just want to know his name, but I know nothing of him but that his friend's name is Greg. Sometimes I want to go back to Ireland and find him, but I never got the chance, that's partly the reason for being a journalist: To find out more about people and their back stories." I ended expecting Niall to be half asleep, but he wasn't he was actually at full attention and his eyes held wonderment and curiosity. Blue they were; a beautiful blue, but too complicated to describe. They were alluring enough I didn't even notice we were leaning in till the bell rang

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For some reason now I HATE that bell. But both blushed and got up and Niall took me home.