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Dancing on Glass (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

I remember thinking that it wasn’t fair.

                The thought was juvenile in itself. It was something a child would argue when other words were too far out of reach. Still though, my mind insisted on being naive, which is why the thought was so unrelenting.

                What about the world isn’t fair? Well, I could go on and on but at the time the word everything seemed sufficient. It was easy to dwell on the fact that nothing in my life had gone smoothly. I really didn’t have anyone or anything who found me worthy of loving. I was just the little girl who sat in the background; blurred out of the painting, burnt out of the photograph, and barely hanging in the back of anyone’s mind.

                Often I found myself living in a state of dreaming. I would blissfully immerse myself into another world; one in which I was fortunate enough to be one of those girls who everyone loved. It started with books. I was overly captured by the storyline of a novel; getting lost in their pain or their happiness instead of the lack of my own. I guess that’s when the notion of unfairness settled in. Why were fictional characters allowed to be happy when I wasn’t?

                I grew up though and soon realized the very simple answer to my petty question. Characters were happy because they were just that; characters. Someone somewhere made them up and made them to be everything they are. Things don’t just happen. You are only what you make yourself. Life doesn’t revolve around what’s fair and what’s not, or dumb luck. If you want something then you need to find a way to get it.

                So that’s exactly what I did.

                I could only strive for perfection. If I could be perfect at one thing then maybe I would be worth something. That’s what I told myself anyway. If I could just be important to something...or someone...