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University is huge and scary when all you’ve ever known is a small Irish town in the middle of nowhere. There are people everywhere, and you don’t know where to go, what to do, who to ask for help.
You finally work out how to get to the halls you’re meant to be staying in, and up to the room you’re meant to be sharing with someone called ‘Zayn Malik’. At least, that’s what it said on the letter that came through the door of your parents’ house in the small Irish town you used to live in. You spend almost five minutes trying to find the key they sent you amidst all your bags, belongings packed into suitcases back in your tiny bedroom you used to share with your brother for the first ten years of your life.
You feel a hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you away from the door, and turn to see a tanned, dark haired boy stepping up to the door and unlocking it. He turns to face you,
'You must be Niall, right?’
He smiles at you, his whole face lighting up making his eyes almost sparkle. You nod and think to yourself, maybe this won’t be so hard after all.