Fangirl

Welcome To My Life

I scrolled down on my phone slowly , as I hungrily read the words typed in it.

It was three am in the morning and I spent all day reading a Harry Styles fanfiction. Pathetic? Yes. Do I care? No.

I was finally nearing the end and there was this nagging part on my mind that was worrying about graduation tomorrow but most of me was hooked on the story.

I had tears in my eyes as I said two words that words that would change my life forever.

"I do" I choked out as those tears started falling freely. I clutched my bouquet of flowers tightly as I stared at the curly haired angel in front of me.

He looked angelic in the tuxedo and I felt a little anxious that he will suddenly realize that I'm ugly and leave me here but all of those thoughts vanished once he said those two words.

"I do" He said firmly but he had the widest smile I've ever seen him wear. He looked at me with love and I'm sure I looked at him with the same expression.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" The priest smiled at us.

As soon as he finished Harry quickly pulled me to him and gave me a light kiss on the lips.

I hugged him tighter as everybody else cheers and I kissed him harder.

After everything we've been through , it just made us stronger and now we'll finally be together. Forever.

The End.

I sniffled as I closed my phone and sobbed on my pillow. I was like in a coccoon with my pillows and blanket providing me warmth.

Why doesn't this happen to me in real life?!

"Why?!" I wailed as I continued to sob.

I heard rushing footsteps heading to my room and I quickly stopped crying and pretended to be asleep.

The door opened.

"Sis?" I heard my brother Jake ask.

I stayed still and tried to even my breathing.God, I'm pathetic.

It was silent and I heard the door close so I assumed Jake left. Until...

"What's up nigga?"

He jumped on my bed and pulled all of my blankets and pillows off me living me cold. He continued the same phrase over and over as he jumped on my bed.

My brother was a tool and he tries to act cool but it just doesn't work. Like how he says 'nigga' in almost every phrase.

By now , all of my sadness has passed and was now replaced with the thought of murder.

"What the heck Jake" I groaned as I blindly tried to grab my blanket.

"Tell me what's the matter first nigga" Jake said as he kept on jumping. I wouldn't be surprised if my bed broke by now.

"Just another stupid fanfic now get. Off!" I screamed the last word and kicked him off my bed with my feet.

The squeaking of my bed stopped and was replaced by Jake screaming bloody murder and landing on the floor. Hard.

I hear another rush of hurried footsteps and me and Jake's head snapped up to Dad's worried figure.

"Who's dead?!" He asked panicking.

We shook our heads sheepishly and he sighed, walking over to us.

"Are you guys hurt?" He asked as he sat on the bed.