Another Fan

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So, how do I exactly start this shit? Uhm. Holla you niggas reading this lil piece of shit! I’m Natalie Harries.

That sounded so wrong?

How about eyyo you lil mothafucka!

That was way past my league. What is my league though? Ugh. I can’t even write a simple introduction about myself.

Hi! I’m Natalie Harries. Harries is pronounced as Harris, not Har-rice. Wait. I know exactly how to start this!

Pretend you never read those words at the top, kay.

Here I go!

You think you know her story.

But this…

Is just the beginning

This summer (for you and school for me)

See the world through her eyes

Be with her everywhere she goes

YOU’RE INVITED

TO EXPERIENCE LIFE ON THE ROAD (Literally)

In this fan fiction I made

ANOTHER FAN

Yep, my life is over. Bye.

I actually feel really ashamed right now. I should’ve never done that. But who cares about what you think? You don’t know my mind but then again nor do I. You made me smile….A LOT.

I did not just sing that. Well, obviously I did but you didn’t hear me because you are just reading this. So if you know the song, Dumb, you can sing it so you can give justice to what I said. I am very weird right now. I am not my normal self anymore. But then again lots of things happened in my life.

I am not going through that shit again. I have tried to forget it for four years now and it’s not going to haunt me all over again. I am done.

I think the drugs have worn off. Here’s a proper intro about me.

I’m Natalie Harries. Harries is pronounced as Harris. Some fucked up people just don’t understand me. Like why would they do that? Learn to pronounce the name right if you want get on my good side. If you don’t, then you’ll meet a very fucked up Natalie. I do not go by any nickname. Natalie is the name and that’s it. If someone fucking calls me a different name, they know bad things would happen.

Now, that is clear. I really hate it when people call me not properly. I mean that’s why names exist. Why would someone make a stupid nickname about it?

Anyway, when I was a teenager I used to be a girl in the crowd since I have always been at free concerts but never to my idols’ concert because I can’t afford those high priced tickets. But now, looks like I could if I get a job soon.

So, I’m 22 years old. I’m a publicist. I took an internship at HJPR UK while studying online at PR Academy in UK. I migrated in the UK just to become a publicist. I’m originally from a small country in Asia. I will not tell you where. It’s not a publicist’s job to tell them where they are from. Only our company knows where I’m from.

I live alone in my flat. It’s about a 15-minute drive from HJPR Company. I left my parents when I studied college. They did not approve of me being a publicist. They wanted me to be an accountant. I mean it’s also a close shot but I get to control them unlike being an accountant.

What the fuck am I talking about you ask? Well, here’s a glimpse of me talking to mom and dad about my chosen course.

(A/N: I understand that some of you can’t read the italics so the next words will be italics.)

“Mom! Dad!” I yelled excitedly as I went downstairs from my room to the living room, where Dad and Mom usually watch news.

“Yes, darling,” Dad said with a genuine smile.

“I finally know what course to take for college,” I said happily. This is the best decision I’ll make in my life.

“What is it?” Mom asked making it obvious that she’s happy for me.

“I wanna be a publicist and I’m going to study in UK!” I said proudly. My parents’ face dropped at this. All their smiles are gone.

“Are you taking this course so you can work with One Direction?” Dad asked hesitantly.

“Duh!” I said in ‘duh’ tone.

“Honey, I thought we made it clear that you’ll not meet One Direction. When they went here, we hunted them for days even if they only stayed here for 3 days yet you never met them. You made us almost lose our jobs just so you could meet them!” Mom said and each word getting louder and louder.

“I thought I could do anything I want and you won’t argue with it!” I said before running upstairs and locking myself in my bedroom. It’s the only place where no one judges me. It’s the only place where I am who I am. Why can’t anyone accept that I want to meet One Direction before I die? Don’t they know that only One Direction keeps me alive?

I’m gonna make my dreams come true on my own. No matter how hard it is.

(A/N: Italics are over.)

Yeah. So they didn’t approve my choice so I flew to UK and started living in my own. I have lived on my own for about 6 years now.

I had taken some part time jobs like working in Starbucks, some fancy restaurant, a sales lady, and other stuff. Only this one job made me survive my life while I’m in the UK. Only this one job. I had no plans of telling it to you. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it. People just judge me about this one. They all told me that I’m too young but I can’t go be a model and earn money in an instant. I had to literally get my own blood and sweat for it.

Sometimes, there are modelling jobs that Jane offered me to work for but I usually am not the one chosen as I’m not attractive and charismatic enough like those slutty girls. But Jane always manages for me to get a few modelling jobs.

Jane has always been my friend. She’s like my sister. I met Jane when I first started working at Starbucks. It was a really lovely meeting. She saved my butt for getting an order from an Italian girl. That Italian girl is so mean. I kept telling her that I don’t understand what the fuck she is saying but she just kept on cursing Italian words at me. Why the fuck would she go in UK without learning English? Then, Jane-a customer- goes and takes my place and serves the girl. From that incident, we have been best friends. I love Jane in a sisterly way.

Anyways, enough with Jane. I have just recently graduated from those PR lessons I have studied for less than 4 years. I still have no job since HJPR does not have lots of clients at the moment. So, I’m still on standby.

That’s all for now because it looks like I need to work my one job right now.

Bye lovelies!

Natalie out xx

PS. For some reason, I did not learn any British words hehe.

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