"And to think that the paps thought it was alright to use this picture of me…" Millie whined before flinging a magazine at me when she walked in the shop the following morning. She looked even more worn out than yesterday. Her brown hair was piled into a messy bun at the top of her head and she was wearing a pair of black framed glasses that actually looked good on her.
I glanced down at the picture on the cover of the magazine. “Are you serious? I never look like that in a picture even if I try,” I said to her in complete astonishment. In the picture, her hair was sort of blowing in the wind and her eyes were locked with Zayn’s as they walked out of a hotel of some sort. She had an easy-going smile on her face and she looked utterly flawless.
Here’s chapter uno! Hope you guys like it. I won’t be updating at a regualr pace, mainly whenever I find inspiration to write my new chapter. So if you could be a little patient I would love y’all forever xxx
"So one day, you just decided ‘Hey, I wonder what it’s like in England. I want to move there’?" Andie said astonishingly. I giggled at her stunned face and nodded my head while taking a sip from the cup of coffee she gave me that was on the house.
Andie was a co-owner of the commercial coffeeshop I was living above. After she saw the moving trucks and me hauling everything up through the reception lobby on the side of the building, she insisted that I take a break from all the labor and come down for a drink. Her crazy, curly dark black hair gave off such an artsy vibe and her presence wasn’t doubting my first suspicions. She was wild and all over the place, telling so many stories and horrible times that made me a little afraid about what I’m really getting myself into. For her mere 26 years of age, I feel like she held more wisdom then my mother when she was her age.
One of my followers messaged me about this story I never finished a while back, and I reread it again and realized I genuinely liked my story idea. So here’s a completely edited version of it. It too will be up on onedirectionfanfiction.com! Thanks for reading xx
two hundred thirty-seven days before
The week before I left my family and Arkansas and the only life I’d ever known to attend one of the most elite colleges in England, my father insisted on throwing me a going-away party. I suppose I was to be excited about this, but when you leave my father up to things, he’s usually too drunk to even grasp hold of what he’s wearing. I knew nothing was going to come of this, but I got my hopes up nonetheless. My older brother tried his best to make everything come together; from getting me a Carvel ice cream cake to hanging a “Goodluck Mary!” sign on the balcony above our living room.
So as that ever so adament Friday night approached, Joey and I sat there around our kitchen table while dad hummed incoherantly in the gameroom. The smell of alcohol was intoxicating enough that we had to spray Lysol 3 times just to somewhat get the stench gone. I sat there in the nicest dress I owned, a hand-me-down from my cousin Laura who outgrew it by the time she was 13. We patiently waited a good hour before a doorbell was rung, only to be my sole friend around here: Breanna Lee.
So I know this is my second time uploading this story, but since I first wrote it I’ve tweaked it a bit and changed the characters and what not. I really hope you all like it! The first chapter will be put up shortly after this one, as well! This story will be updated more frequently on onedirectionfanfiction.com under the username bnstyles. Thanks for reading lovelies xx
I’ve had a mason jar sitting on the back left corner of my desk since I was 15 years old, a jar that I’ve grown very fond of. The sloppily slanted letters that dance across the front of the clear object in dried out ink was the only motivation I had throughout the past three years. Those letters, all eight of them pushed together to create such a vigilant word, helped me overcome dreadful exams, pointless relationships, friends who turned their backs on me, long shifts at work, and bipolar grades. Adventure was my strength.