A Lifetime Is Not Enough (One Direction)

Chapter 1 (Inception)

A/N: Just so you know, the short excerpt and prologue previously does not continue to this chapter. Happy reading!

FML...... bloody inception......

I grudgingly thought while I struggled to sit upright on my bed. Pain coursed through my poor head, immediately worsening my already crappy mood. Not to mention it was bloody raining outside.

I hated the rain, don't ask why, I just freaking hate it.

FML...... Why does this freaking keep happening to me???? I know inceptions are normal, but every night?? No way that's freaking normal........

Hi. Don't expect me to tell you my name. But I can tell you everything else. I'm 18. I'm 5'5 tall, or short if you may. I'm slightly overweight. I have short black hair that refuses to obey the law of gravity. I am single-eyelided with boring dark brown eyes and short lashes. I have a flat nose. I have an underbite too. And I do not belong to the male species.

Despite my boring or even hideous appearance, I like to think I'm good at heart. Kind, loyal, trustworthy, generous, polite. I don't swear and seldom use words like "Fuck" or "Asshole". (Cause it's too mainstream) I usually just use my own weird language.

Sorry you had to witness my little morning episode up there. I can't explain why or how it happened. I wasn't one to experience dreams in my sleep but my brain decided to go totally haywired on my 16th birthday.

I started having dreams every night, not nightmares but inceptions . It's inevitable. I would only see a face, a blurry image at first, but soon clears up. And when I finally manage to actually see the face, I suddenly wake up, only to find myself still stuck in crazy dreamland. And the cycle repeats. Until I wake up in the morning and feel like I just had a head-on collision with a Japanese bullet train.

I totally freaked out the first few days and weeks. I tried telling my parents, begging them to let me see the doctor, but they just shrugged it off like it was just a matter of a baby crying at night.

So I decided to see the doctor myself. And guess what? The freaking doctor told me that he was only a normal doctor that treated colds and fevers and constipation. He told me to look for a psychologist. And I did.

And in the end, I spent half of my "fortune" on consultation fees and poisonous-looking pills that were much too colourful. And it was no bloody help at all.

After awhile (a REALLY LONG WHILE), I just gave up. Inceptions dominated my sleep, and I just accepted its rule. They never stopped for a holiday and the pain in the morning never tuned down a bit. And somehow my head is still connected to my neck, my skull resting on the atlas.

I could have set a Guinness World Record for world's thickest skull (literally) and the person with the most inceptions ever.

I never completely saw the face. So far I can only tell that it definitely belonged to a man, from the slight stubble on his sharp chin. And his jawline, looking strong and hard.

I can't help but feel like I'm doing a jigsaw puzzle, trying to stick the pieces together. And I'm quite eager to see the bigger picture (not meaning that I'm enjoying these inceptions or whatsoever).

I guess my inceptions have a queer knack for surprises.

A/N: Here's Chapter 1! I know it's boring and lengthy but this is only the beginning *wink*. I'm still a newbie to writing so please forgive any mistakes I made and please comment if you know how to help me improve :)

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