Fixing You, 1D Fanfic~

'I'd rather be a soccer ball.'

A~N HAI. So I'd like to dedicate this story to the one and only me.

Because I'm just so truly amazing.

I'm such a kind hearted person!

Yea I'm vain, now shut up and start reading!

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Maddi G's POV;

I lugged my two suitcases outside into the shed.

I dropped my bags and pulled out the key from under the mat.

I can't believe Miriam was making me sleep outside!

She was so cruel.

Why did my parents have to die?

It should have even me..

Stop having those thoughts Bree, you have a life, live it.

I unlocked the door and clicked on the light.

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I settled myself in, I stood my suitcase with my clothes on the table and a small mattress in the corner must be my bed. It had a ragged blanket but it'll do.

I sighed and decided to go down to Starbucks.

I trotted inside and placed a $5 note in the jar.

Miriam charges me $5 to go out of the house.

Stupid right?!

'Im going down to Starbucks for an hour!' I call out.

'Have you paid?' Miriam replies.

'Of course.. Be back soon.' I say as I rush out the door.

I pull out my iPhone5 and play a song.

Since One Direction were staying at our apartment, why not?

I played the song 'Over Again' and got used to the lyrics.

'Said I'd never leave her,

Cause her hand fits like my T-Shirt,

Tongue tied over 3 words,

Cursed.

Runnin over thoughts that make my feet hurt.'

I hummed the tune until I arrived at the store.

I walked in, as the music finished. People have me really weird looks.

Well, hello to you too.

Had they never seen a person wearing black converse, maroon red bum pants and a black T's crop top?

No, I guess not.

I walked over to the counter where a very attractive guy stood..

Eugh, Bree shut up.

'May i help you?' He asked smiling.

'Are you trying to say I need help? Like mental help? Pfft. Get lost.' I said smirking.

He laughed for a while. 'But seriously.'

'Yea ok, um I'll grab a strawberry chocolate cuppa with mini marshmallows thanks.' I say bringing out £8.

He jots down my order and smiles.

The guy opens a container on the desk and pulls out a lollipop, handing it to me.

'I thought you only gave these to kids?' I say.

He winks.

'I'm blimmin 18 thank you very much!' I say as I snatch my drink out of his hand.

I pull my tongue at him and stomp off.

'Not acting like it!' He calls out. Ha!

Bitch!

Bah, that's offensive to bitches..

I walked home, a spring in my step.

Nothing was going to ruin my day, I was finally happy for once.

Then I was walking and a Maori guy walked up to me and raped me then and there and then killed me.

JUST KIDDING!

I opened the front door to my house, didn't bother to say hello.

****WARNING COARSE LANGUAGE******

'Where the fuck have you been?! They'll me here in a blimmin hour!' Joanie screamed in my ear, followed by a slap.

'I'll be ready soon..' I sputtered.

'Good, make some chicken or some shit, not that it tastes good or anything.'

Ouch.

She shot me a death glare as I walked out. I was about to walk up the stairs when I realized I lived in the shed.

That's right bitches I have a shed.

You jelly??

I cleaned myself up, got changed.

I pulled out a tank top, that's white with a mustache, above it saying KISS ME IM FRENCH

I thought it was a cool top, it's always been my favorite. I pulled over my over sized grey cardi and put on some shredded short black shorts. I slid on a pair of loose white converse.

There was a small mirror, it was dusted and cracked, it'll do.

I cringed my hair, (Let it fall out, like heat waves.)

I love my hair, it's the only pretty thing about me.

It's blonde with dark brown roots and brown streaks.

I took a deep breath.

Can I trust them?

Will they find out?

Will they use me as they're toy?'

Are they snotty and mean like the magazines say?

Stop it Bree, bad thoughts.

PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS

PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS.

There. All better. I stepped outside, and quietly shut the door.

I opened the back door that lead me inside.

Joanie came up beside me - WHOA.

THAT IS NOT JOANIE.

THAT IS A PERSON THAT GOT RUN OVER BY A SPEEDING FUCKING MOTORBIKE.

Se made my eyes hurt!

'Take a picture it lasts longer.' She said.

'No thanks..' I muttered.

Joanie had an overdose in make up, black mascara raping her eyelashes, pink eyeshadow ruining her eyes and red lipstick sat on her lips like fat rotting sausages.

Then there was a knock at the door..

Here we go.

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So I hope you like this chapter!!!

I'm real sorry for not updating..

Not that anyone really reads it though..

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