Runner, rebel, and a stunner; all came to mind when asked to describe the future Georgia Jagger. I was the daughter of a rock star and a porn star, the dangerous by product of two of Europe's most notorious names. I was destined to follow in the footsteps of my parents; destined to sell my soul to the spotlight and forever linger in the sadistic shadow that tainted fame. But destiny, you see, is a strange thing. I didn't become the careless haint that everyone anticipated; not at first, at least. Simple-minded with a heart full of hold and an undying love for electric guitars and flashing lights, I was like an angel that had seen the horrors of hell and lived to tell; a miracle in my own right.
But then the perfect illusion shattered; and maybe it was destiny that my mother passed away doing one of the things she loved most. Maybe it was destiny that she'd took her last breath only a second before she'd taken her last drink, but then again, maybe it wasn't.
When the news that Rolling Stone Mick Jagger's second wife, sex symbol Adriana Ryan, had passed away due to intensive alcohol poisoning surfaced, I was already gone. I didn't stick around to say my goodbyes and I certainly didn't stick around to see her casket lowered to the ground while the media published article after anguishing article about how her death was "tragic," how she'd passed "too soon," and how she'd always be one of the more prominent figures in art when they'd published articles calling her every name under the sun only hours before. No, by that time, I'd already packed my bags, bleached my once chestnut locks, and boarded a plane to another country. And while the entire United Kingdom - entire world, even - was at a loss as to whether to mourn for Adriana Ryan or for the daughter she'd lost, Reckless Jagger was making her debut in the USA.
And maybe it was destiny that in the end, I became what everyone had claimed I'd become, but it wasn't destiny that made me fall in love with Niall Horan. Not hardly.
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Reckless • Niall Horan
Fanfiction"To be remembered, you first have to be reckless." The story of a teenage refuge and the boy who remembers her.
