This is my first story. I absolutely love to write, and I've actually been hearing about fanfictions on twitter, tumblr, ect. However, I've begun reading them often in my spare time, and figured I'd give it a shot. If you like what you read, massive thank yous! x
Chapter 1
I woke up to the first, bright scallop of sun-rise shown through my window, and the smell of freshly-cooked pancakes that Sunday morning. I was exhausted from the previous night, all because I had decided to sacrifice my precious sleep for the book I'd recently gotten into. I had no clue why I was so determined and interested when it came to any kind of books. I guess you could say it was my getaway from the rest of the world. And of course, knowing myself, any kind of chance I get to be wrapped up in that world of pure fantasy, that I was honestly proud of, I gladly took it.
As my eyelids fluttered open, I couldn't help but allow my lips to form a smile. It was one of those days when I really, fully appreciated the opportunity of being alive, healthy, and even so, looking forward to my bright future that awaited me. I then felt my eyes twinkle, that I only seemed to recognize when my smile, did indeed show pure happiness. I was very proud of myself, thinking back on the past few, difficult months of my life. Those months were a massive struggle for myself, but ended up molding the girl inside me to be unconditionally stronger as time slowly helped my feelings fade. I learned many lessons, that's for sure. Never fall for a guy, unless they go out of their way to appreciate, and care for you. Every girl in this world absolutely deserved that.
I rolled over in my comfy, warm bed. I let out a deep sigh, that ended with a shy grin. I stretched a bit, then sat up, slumped over, catching my soft face in my palms. I sat there, taking in the exhaustion, and all that I was feeling. I let out another deep sigh, and forced myself upright, slowly placing one foot at a time on the floor. I stood up straight and glided across my bedroom, looking in the mirror. I studied the girl looking back at me, and I noticed her eyes looked beautiful, yet horribly tired. I let out yet another deep sigh, and pulled up my long, thick brown hair into it's normal morning bun. I walked to the bathroom, closed the door and decided to take a morning shower, which I hardly ever did. As I stepped in, I instantly felt more awake. I stood under the warm water that seemed to touch every ending nerve in my body, bringing my strength slowly back. I cleansed my face as I softly hummed to my favorite songs. Then that same thought crossed my mind that I seem to be thinking about more than anything else, Harry Styles. See, One Direction were my favorite five boys in the entire universe. I loved them, their music, and they were one of the biggest things in my life that caught my interest. And even I knew this sounded silly, but I really did love Harry Styles. Of course, I knew, people think, "Oh she's just a typical fan girl that is in love with Harry. Just a normal fan, with a simple, silly celebrity crush." The funny thing is, in my heart, I knew it wasn't. I really loved Harry, for more than his fame or fortune, even for his dashingly good looks. But for who he was. I didn't know him personally at all, but I felt something toward him. And he brightened my day. I knew he was almost four years older than me, but in all honesty, age was just a number, and that I knew we both agreed on. It was as if, whenever I listened to their music, and Harry was singing, his voice warmed my heart. Whenever I listened to their music and their voices, I felt happy from top to bottom. But about Harry.. there was just something about him, that I fell in love with from the start. I just didn't know what it necessarily was.
The more thought I put into this, the more pathetic I felt. I was just a normal teenage girl. There was nothing special about me. I had had many boyfriends in my life, but they never really made me feel special long enough before they got tired of me. I didn't see any chance of meeting Harry anytime in my future, though I kept little, but some hope. I just didn't even carry on with the fact that he could fall in love with me, ever. I was too young, and there were millions of other girls falling at his feet, that were much prettier than me. I moved on from my thoughts of Harry, and focused on what I was going to decide to do that day.
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Faith Has Gotten Me This Far
FanfictionHarry Styles. Teenager. Singer. Member of the most popular boy band in the world. Millions of girls are just dying to meet the famous, gorgeous lad and are falling at his feet everywhere he goes. Brittany Tinder. Teenager. Average. Seeking for what...