I need to get out of this place. I need to get out of this freaking horrid place. So I did what I always did, I ran away. Escaping from this miserable excuse of a life by running towards nowhere really. I'm such a coward, I admit. But anywhere rather than there would be perfect.
As I took a turn, I felt something clash with my body. I groaned as I crashed onto the sidewalk, lying on my back. I winced as I tried to push myself up. The guy who I have bumped into held out their hand for me and helped me stand. I quickly wiped the tears away, suddenly insecure about my whole being. This guy must be laughing his head off at how clumsy I am. Or maybe he's pissed off because I crashed into him. The theories swirled in my head like a twister, just wild and random. I kept my head down, suddenly finding my the ground interesting.
"Oh god, are you alright? I'm so sorry. I should've paid more attention. Do you need to go to the hospital or something?"
Wow. That was...not what I was expecting. That was the most caring thing anyone had told me in my life. His voice, husky yet cute, was like heaven to my ears...as cheesy as that sounds. I was then intrigued by this young man. Usually, the people here would yell at me, kick me, or even spit at me. That was how low and disgusting I was to them. I was merely a peasant in this damn cruel world. This person isn't from here, of course. With that Irish accent, I'm sure he's not here. Looking up, I held back a gasp as I gawked at the beautiful creature in front of me. His hair, which was blonde, was gently tousled by the wind. He looked perfect. The most amazing part of his body was his eyes. Blue, a very beautiful blue that I can't point my finger on. He was so innocent.
"N-no! I should be the one apologizing! I don't need help. You don't need to worry. Yeah, I'm sorry..." I said, trailing off. I'm so embarrassed right now. I looked back down on the ground, blood rushing to my cheeks.
"Okay." He chuckled. His beautiful voice chimed in my ears, like it was a melody, a sweet melody. How could such a beautiful and perfect person be talking to me, a mere peasant?
"Uhhh...anyway, I'm sorry, I really am. I g-gotta go, bye-" I was about to run away when he cut me off by grabbing my wrist.
"Wait! Don't go, please. Not yet!" He said with a worried expression.
"Why?" I said, rather confused.
"Because... I don't know your name yet.." He looked down, and I noticed a tint of red on his cheeks. This boy is blushing....because of me? Absurd.
"My name's... my name is Cass."
"I'm Niall. Niall Horan." That name. I heard that name before but it all seems so blurry in my head. Now that I have mentioned it, he does look kind of familiar. I gazed at him with a skeptical look on my face, trying to figure out who this lad is.
Oh right! He's that dude from that pop boyband group thingy. I mean, I really don't know who they are to be honest. I just hear his name from my schoolmates who constantly talk about them all the time. Ugh. Famous people. Aren't they supposed to be douches or jerks or something like that? Why is this dude so....caring and helpful and kind and- yeah. You get the point.
"Nice to meet you, Niall." I smiled a halfhearted smile.
"You know, you should smile a lot more. You're really beautiful." He smiled a toothy grin which made my knees go weak. No one said that to me before, not even my own parents. They all treated me like I was nothing. Because of that, I get bullied in school and I never got any friends to rely on. I have a family but they don't care about me. I didn't realize that a tear was rolling down my cheek.
"Oh no! Please don't cry!" He wiped the tear with his thumb.
"Sorry!" He hugged me. His adorable face was full of worry. This was the first time someone was worried about me. The first time... someone did care. I pulled away from the hug and chuckled softly.
"Sorry for making you worry! It's just... it's just that it's the first time someone said that to me..."
Then a thought hit me. Maybe he was that one guy. Maybe he was that angel? Maybe he was MY angel? That angel that would protect me from anything that will happen and care for me?
"Well then, would you like to be called that everyday, Cass?" He winked at me. I laughed. He beamed at me, like he was the king of the world,
"What?" I said, questioning that expression on his face.
"Oh sorry. It's just that, you're laugh is cute and I have sworn that it is my duty to make you laugh everyday."
This time, I was the one who beamed at him. He hugged me again. But it was not a friendly hug. It was a hug that told me that he didn't want to release me from his embrace, ever. And with that embrace, he saved me. He saved me from the unimaginable, disastrous event that would've happened if I didn't know bump into him.
I would've died that day. But ... he saved me like an angel would do.