You force yourself to get up as the sound of your alarm starts to become the most annoying noise ever. You always keep it far from your bed, but some place where you could still hear it, that way you are forced to get up to turn it off. Your daily routine consists of sleep, an attempt to survive and sleep again after spending hours on the computer. You think that it is too bad that it is a school day, because if it wasn't, you would be allowed to stay in your room, like every weekend. When you check your phone, you see no messages. It’s the same thing every day.
You check your calendar before heading to the bathroom. “Happy birthday to me” You murmur to yourself, and you sigh. It doesn’t even feel like your birthday, it’s all the same, except it’s just another day.
"Breakfast is ready!" You hear your mum scream and then you hear the door close. You know your parents left for work. You are stuck home until it's time to leave for school. You don't mind, in fact you love staying home alone; no parents, you can do whatever you want... But you know deep inside that it's not the case, because as much as you love being alone, you hate it more. You know that the stories about monsters hiding under your bed were never real, only because they were never really there. They were always in your head and they attack you when you are alone.
After taking a long shower, which burned due to the scars on your body, you get ready and by the time you go downstairs, there's only five minutes left before you have to leave for school. You go to the kitchen and you see a note on the fridge, “I’m working late today, there’s food in the fridge. Help yourself.” Your breakfast prepared by your mum is on the counter, but you barely touch it, because you know you'll regret it after. You always feel horrible and fat after eating, so you don’t bother with food anymore, even if it is something you love.
After cleaning the kitchen and making it look like you ate something, you grab your bag and you start running out the door, not even bothering to put the alarm on; you're late. But, you're not in good shape, after less than a minute you have to slow down and start walking instead.
Once you get to school, you grab your binders and textbook from your locker and you walk directly to class. On your way there, not even one student smiles or says hi, just like every day. You are surrounded by so many people, yet you still feel alone.
The moment you sit down, the bell rings and the classroom keeps on filling up. Nobody even notices you. During the whole time in class, the teacher just talks and that's it. You have to not fall asleep or else you'll be stuck in detention. It's just so hard though. This class is just too boring. Every day is the same routine and you’re tired.
At lunch, you sit at a table with a bunch of people who people would think are your closest friends, but truly you feel like you're the one who they hate the most, only because you're always just there and that's it. They never really even talk to you. But they’re all you have. Lunch goes by really slowly and you find yourself trying to fit in their conversation, but it just doesn’t work out that way. Instead, you look at all the pretty girls around, and then you decide to get up to go kill time in the library. You head upstairs to your locker after picking up a book.
On your way to your class, you hear a "Hi Y/N" and when you look up, you see the boy who you've been crushing on looking at you with a wide grin on his face and he's waving at you. Niall Horan. His blond hair is in his face, you can see just a bit of his beautiful blue eyes. He stands there and for a moment you freeze. You smile back and you see him blink as though you’ve startled him. You feel like everything around you is gone, the whole world reduced to only you and him and the way you’re looking at each other. “Hi.” You finally say. You wish you could say something more, because there’s so much you want to say, but you just can’t, because it feels like you’re paralyzed by how beautiful he is and how much you want to talk to him.
