Never Let Me Go (Liam Payne)

Chapter 1 ~ Styles and Colours

Chapter 1 - Styles and Colours

The sun rose high, in the sky, as it shot through my windows that morning. The sun hit my floor and bounced over to me; blinding my eyes with a strong force. My stomach twisted and those stupid butterflies fluttered, in my guts, like there was no tomorrow. I failed to maintain my motivation as my body was completely relaxed.

If bed proposals were real. I would totally sign papers. The peace was going to end very shortly as Belle would be running in; shouting "shift your arse noob". The the brown-haired knew that it took some courage -to get out of bed-, and I didn't care how much force she had to use.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote out a list of: ten reasons 'why' I should stay in bed. Belle only laughed as she destroyed the paper up afterwards. The bitch had to do destroy my ego. I swear, she was good at it in every way.

Shaking the dreaded feeling off, my mum and my little sister came into my thoughts. I didn't care that I had classes today; I just wanted them. They were living in Florida -at the moment-, and we had a house out there. It was beautiful and a place I always called home. Temptations -of flying out there-, were killing me but I knew I had to make my mum proud. I had to make them all Proud. Right?

My thoughts were interrupted as Belle Edwards skipped in; with her usual cocky smile, plastered on her stupid face.

"Katie. It's six o'clock! Wake up m'love!" she said pulling back the curtains.

I rolled over as the sun light was much stronger. I sat up and plumped my pillows, making sure that they were against the bed frame. If Belle touched my pillows I would scream. She had to get the concept that no-one was to touch my bed, not even her. I loved it way too much.

Nevertheless; once I saw Belle, I looked at her, in disgust. It took me a while to come to my senses; but when I saw her face, I studied her every expressions. Her eyes were moved hastily, in their sockets and her eyebrows were thinner than usual. She was always worried.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" she asked crossing her arms.

"Yeah, whatever" was my answer.

The brown-haired sighed and then continued to look around my room, in disgust. Her mouth dropped and formed a perfect O. OK - maybe I hated my room clean and maybe I hated my stuff being put away. But this was a part of my freedom and she knew that. Belle's eyes grew as she was thinking of what to say next, I was easily offended and I defended myself rather well.

"C'mon, sweetie. You've been in here for days. You've got to get out and go to classes. You haven't started your semester yet" Belle said with a worried tone and mouth closed.

"I don't care" I snapped,throwing my duvet over and swinging my legs round. My feet found the floor and I pushed myself up- balancing myself. So - that I wouldn't fall over.

It was true. I hadn't started my semester yet and, I really needed to. The subjects, that I chose, required intelligence. And, as far as I was concerned, I had none of that shit.

"You know... the head teacher, of the college, came to speak to me yesterday. He was worried about your attendance" Belle said and my head snapped to meet her gaze.

"It's been almost a year. Why is he worrying all of a sudden?" I said tilting my head in confusion.

"He is the one that accepted you into the college, Katie" Belle said and she left the room with my head spinning.

Why was everyone worried about me? I was fine...

I kept telling myself that I was fine; but who was I kidding? I wasn't fine. I was definitely -and one hundred percent- not fine. I didn't know, what I was going to do about this. But I knew that I wasn't going to start college. Belle's hopes would be destroyed and quite frankly, I didn't care.

Belle re- appeared at my door. This time with a happy grin grew on her stupid face.

"C'mon, get ready! I just got off the phone with Max and he said that he'll meet us at Starbucks" Belle said almost jumping.

Max was Belle's boyfriend -and I have to say, they were made for each other. Max was a very nice lad and a brother-like-figure, to me. Although - sometimes when he came over. He and Belle did too much stuff -on the couch. I had to leave the room before my eyesite was damaged for good.

I pushed my hair back, making a hasty retreat to my wardrobe. I stood there, flicking through my hangers until I came across a decent outfit. I smiled, at my choice and lifted the hangers out.

"What, the fuck, are you doing? Choosing all black?!" Belle said almost shouting. I jumped, as I heard her footsteps, coming towards me.

"News flash Belle. It's college. You've just realised I wear black" I said and she shot me a scowl.

Belle was trying to crush my ego and I hated that. She had chucked the other outfit -on the floor-, and had picked out a completely new one. She was definitely trying to kill my ego and that made my hate grew more. I gasped, at her, as I saw what she was pulling out, of my wardrobe.

She picked out: a white dress, grey blazer, brown beanie, red vans and blue -long-, socks.

"Get changed and come down stairs" she snapped ignoring my gasp.

"Oh and wear your hair down" she added and with that. She left me to get changed.

"Bitch, I'm not wearing this!" I screamed.

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