"So don't you worry your pretty little mind, People throw rocks at things that shine, And life makes love look hard. The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours"

Niall POV

I look out the window seeing the trees, as the wind blows the leafs. Yellow leafs scattered the sky and some hit against the car window. I smile and put my hand on the window glass caressing the window glass where the yellow leafs sticks.

"Niall, are you excited for you're first say of school?" My mom questioned, peeking over the rear view mirror at me.

"Yes mommy, I can't wait to make friends at school." I gush.

"That's wonderful, I hope you make as many friends as possible."

My mom pulls into the school driveway and gets out the car, then she opens my door and takes off my seatbelt and I grab her hand and we walk into the school.

"Welcome to the preschool for boys club, how can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm bringing my son in, Niall Horan. I applied online a few weeks ago."

"Ah yes, we have a Niall Horan in our system, your actually thirty minutes late."

"Oh, goodness, the online schedule says to come in at 10am?" My mother questioned, confused.

"I'm sorry, the website is still having problem. It's not you're fault, tomorrow correct time is 9:30am, we're trying to fix the issue."

"Ok, thank you."

"I will take you're son to his class right away." The women says sweetly.

"Ok, Niall you be a good boy ok? Try to make some friends and please don't get into trouble."

"Ok, bye mommy." I say hugging her."

"Bye sweetie, I will be picking you up once I get out of work, I have to go now."

"Ok."

I took the women's hand and we walked into a classroom full of boys sitting down listening to the teacher.

"Hello my name is Ms. Apple, would you like to say you're name?"

"My name is Niall."

"Nice to meet you Niall, can you sit next to Zayn for me, Zayn please raise you're hand."

I notice a boy with raven hair with glasses slowly raise his hand. I walked towards him and sat next to him. I notice a few boys snickering behind Zayn and throwing paper-balls at him, when the teacher wasn't looking. I was debating or not to talk to Zayn, what if he didn't like me? Or what if I make a fool of myself. I finally muster up the courage to talk to him, but the bell rang.

"Alright children, it's time for recess." Ms apple cheered, going into the back of the classroom and unlocking the door. Zayn quickly bolted out his seat and leaving out the door, before I got a chance to talk to him. I get up from my seat and make my way outside. It's like a big outside area with swings and slides. I smile to myself.

"What are you smiling about?" A boy sneered at me.

"This backyard area is huge! Don't you think?"

"Yea it's alright, when you go home, why don't you change that ew blonde color hair and change it brown."

"Why don't you clean those yellow teeth you have and don't worry about my hair."

I see the boy eyes water, but turn around quickly and heard him mumble loser. I walk towards the swing area, I notice a few boys glance at me, with there creepy smiles. I shudder. I see a boy being shoved to the ground by two other boys. I quickly walk closer towards them.

"Why are you in this school?" One of the boys spoke.

"How come you're skin is not the same as ours?"

"Can you guys stop picking on him." I spoke loudly. All three boys snap their neck towards me.

"What are you going to do about gold hair boy?"

Before I could answer, two of them push me to the ground and started to kick me repeatedly, it went on for a short while.

"Mathew and Eric inside the classroom right now! I will be calling both you're parents immediately!." Ms. Apple scowled.

"Are you alright Niall? Does anything hurt?"

"I'm fine Ms. Apple." I smile to reassure her.

"Ok, but if anything decides to hurt you come to me ok?" I nod. She away into the classroom. I hear Matthew and Eric begging her not to call her there parents. I laugh. I notice a hand in my face, I forgot I was still on the ground. I take the raven boy hand and he pulls me up from the ground.

"Sorry I didn't help you when you were getting kicked, I'm such a loser."

"No you're not, Ms.apple took care of them, are you alright?"

"Yeah, there were making fun of me, because my skin is tanner than there's."

"I like your skin, it looks nice on you." I smile. I notice a little smile on the boy.

"You're Zayn right?"

"Yea."

"Would you like to by my friend?" I questioned.

"Are you sure? People won't like that cuz we are polar opposites."

"Who cares, let's go on the swings!" I shout, running towards the swings.

"Push me Zaynie." I pout.

"Zaynie?" Zayn questioned, trying to hold his laugh in.

"Yeah, you don't like you're nickname?"

"Eventually I will." Zayn whispers in my ear, then pushes me on the swing. I smile and laugh as I soar up and down on the swing. It feels like I'm flying. I felt I was slowing down, I'm guessing Zayn stop pushing me, cuz he wants a turn. I felt a breath on my ear giving me goosebumps.

"They can't take what's ours." Zayn whispers in my ear.

"What does that mean?"

"It means no one cannot tell us we can't be friends, because I'm different or look at me wrong. So if someone says something about our newly found friendship, you just think or say: They can't take what's ours."

"Ok Zaynie."

We were both startled by the bell ringing. I walk beside to Zayn and walked inside the classroom. I notice my mom in the classroom and ran towards her.

"Did you have fun at you're first day of school."

"Yes! I made a friend and his name is Zayn!"

"Thanks great Niall. Let's go home, so I can cook dinner. She says taking my hand. I look back to find Zayn, but couldn't find him. My mom guided me outside and into the car. She starts to drive to the house, while I think about my new friend Zayn.I'm Excited to see him tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, the car pulls in the driveway. I click my seatbelt off, and wait for my mom to open the door. I get out and see a green car going into the driveway across from my house. No one hasn't purchased the new home until now. I can't believe it was Zayn getting out the car.

"Zayn!" I scream in joy. He turn his head and smiles at me.

"Mommy, that's my new friend from school, can he come into the house and play video games with me please."

"Sure sweetie, but ask his dad first ok."

"Ok."

I quickly walk across the street to speak to Zayn.

"Zayn, you can come over my house, but you gotta ask you're dad permission." Zayn was about to speak, but his dad spoke first.

"Of course my son can over to you're home, have fun Zayn."

"Thanks dad." Zayn yell and we hold hands running together into my house.

For about twenty minutes me and Zayn played Mario kart 8 on the Wii U.

"No fair Niall, you cheated using the red shell to hit me, now I'm in last place." Zayn pouted.

"Zaynie you can always catch up." As soon as I said that. Zayn got the lighting item that makes all the players into tiny people, expect Zayn. Zayn drive passes everyone and wins the race.

"Now look who cheated" I pout. Zayn just laughs.

"Boys come to the table, dinner ready." My mom yells. Zayn and I rush and sat on our seats at the table. My mom came and took a double glance at Zayn.

"Niall, can I talk to you in private, please." I nod.

"Yes mommy."

"You have to ask your friend to leave."

"Why."

"He's doesn't look properly dressed and his skin is unusually olive tone."

"What does that even mean, please mom let him stay." I whine.

"Niall James Horan, you don't use that tone with me." She scowls. I frown. She walks back in the dinning area.

"I'm sorry Zayn, but you have to leave, please wait at the front of the door."

"But mom!"

"Niall say goodbye to you're friend and head upstairs. You're grounded for a week." Then she goes upstairs to her room.

I stomp my feet towards Zayn. He looks like he's going to cry.

"Zaynie please don't cry, my mom is being a big meany. Remember what you said: They can't take what's ours. We're still going to be friends okay." I said, taking off Zayn's glasses whipping his tears away and putting them back on.

"Thank you Niall." Zayn half smiles, then hugs me. I hug him back. I open my door and wave goodbye to Zayn. I make sure he goes into his house, before I close the door. I make my way upstairs. I look out the window and see Zayn in his room, I wave to him and he waves back.

I can't believe I'm starting another story, but I couldn't resist. This story is inspired by the song Ours By Taylor Swift. I heard this song randomly at jcpenney and came up with the story last night at 3am. Hope you guy's enjoy the prologue.

Thank you to @amazings for helping me. Check out her Ziam books.