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Like the usual I was doing my morning run. Training for track season. I will make my last year of highschool great. I turn down Olive street. As soon as I turn the corner I run straight into Niall Horan.
I fell straight on my ass. "Oh my God I am so sorry!" He said in a deep Irish accent "No it's my fault, I should of watched where I was going" I muttered back shyly. He's so hot. Why is he talking to me? He reached out his hand to pull me up. brushing the dirt off of me I ask him "What are you doing out this early?" acknowledging the fact its 6:30 am "I like to walk around the neighborhood when it's quiet" he responded.
Trying to continue my run without being rude I gave him my number. "If you ever need help studying or a friend or anything text me" he read it, put it in his pocket looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks" he said quietly.
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Olive Street
FanfictionAmelia has gone her whole life being an outcast in school. Senior year she decides to change that by training and joining the highschool track team. While doing her morning run she runs into the new transfer student, Niall Horan. Little did she know...
