You recently moved to England in hope of a fresh start. One day you bump into him. Daniel Howell. As your relationship grows so do your feeling for him. When your past comes to haunt you how will you cope?
Caution: self-harm // suicidal thoughts...
An alarming (pun not intended) sound rung beside my ear, causing a piercing noise to strike through my ear drum. I was startled as I sprung up, immediately regretting the decision of setting an alarm clock at 10:30 am. I recollected my thoughts from the previous night, and a smile crept across my face. I sighed to myself.
Daniel Howell. Oh no. It was happening, I was developing a crush.
The idea of a crush made me shudder. These would always end up bad for me. They either hated me, or used me.
Wait, what? Why am I thinking like this? I actually have a boyfriend. I can't be thinking like this, our relationship is actually going great, for once in my life. Matter of fact I have a date with him this evening. He said he had big news to tell me.
With that I forced my body to roll out of my Y/F/C bed. My stomach then proceeded to make domestic whale noises, as I made my way across the flat I shared with Emma. Emma was my best friend of 5 years, but it felt like we had known each other for a life time. We told each other everything, and Emma was the only one who knew my secret, no one else knew, not even my parents. I made myself a bowl of (your favourite cereal), and plonked myself on the couch while starting an episode of (your favourite anime). Emma then came out and before she sat down I pestered her to grab my laptop. I then sat in my browsing position scrolling through millions of Tumblr post.
*le time skip brought to you by Dans Dimple; Derek*
I stared at my phone.
5:00 pm
I had 2 hours to get ready for my big date with Micheal.
What should I wear? Casual or fancy? Well Micheal said it was big news, so I'm assuming fancy. Ohh this dress looks good.
I shouted out "EMMA CAN YOU COME HERE FOR A SEC?"
She barged in almost instantly and mimicked me " SURE WHAT DO YOU NEED?"
We both collapsed on my bed after realising how terrible her impression was.
"Okay but for real though, I'm going on a big date with Micheal and I don't know what I'm going to wear, how to do my hair or makeup!" I stated, oblivious to the fact that I was starting to panic.
Emma comforted me then went to my closet and some how magically picked out the perfect outfit within seconds. She then got the straightener/curler and started on my hair. Emma was in beauty school until she dropped out, so she was quite experienced. I turned to the mirror in my room, that was surround by millions of framed memories. I gasped as I realised how good I looked with my hair straightened/curled . Emma then moved on to my make up. She made my eyes look really dramatic/neutral which I really liked. She then put a burgundy colour/ light pink. Emma then directed me to get change into the outfit.
A/N note: Chose with outfit you want.
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As I stepped out of my room, Emma sat with her mouth open wide. She then started to jump and squeal like a child. I blushed and I gave her a hug once I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to Micheal in a smart, yet casual suit.
"Wow, you look . . . um . . . ordinary Y/N," Micheal attempted to complimented, well at least I thought. "We should probably get going, then."
My heart sunk.
I knew it I was never good enough for anyone. Emma and I put so much effort into this and he said I was looking 'ordinary'! Why am I like this? That's probably the reason why everyone bullies me. I'm just so stupid and ugly and . . . and average, or should I say below average. Because that's what I am right.
We then hoped into a cab and went to a restaurant. I tried so hard to repress my thoughts, but they kept creeping to the front of my mind.
I'm just so stupid and ugly and . . . and average, or should I say below average. Because that's what I am right.
We then ate, and the food was quite bland. The entire meal was silence. But I was still in my own world, thinking of those . . . thoughts.
I'm just so stupid and ugly and . . . and average, or should I say below average. Because that's what I am right.
I thought this night would be magical. I guess I thought wrong.
" Oh Micheal, about that big news you needed to tell me. What was it?" I asked Micheal praying that it would distract my mind from those . . . thoughts.
