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One Direction - End of the Day

Tori's POV

The sound of my alarm clock is louder than a frickin dinosaur, indicating that it was time for me to wake up. I slowly open my eyelids, to the thought of why I even bothered to buy an alarm clock. Does it not see me sleep ever so peacefully?

I moan in utter mental pain because school. Enough said.

Sitting up, I let my body sit in discomfort and I've never felt so unrelaxed in this world of destruction. Every second of the day a little piece of me is yet to fall in the pits of doom. This world is so fucking messed up. I refuse to get up and do something that will make me look forward to dying even more. 

Tori, don't be a baby. God, no wonder some people can't stand you, my conscience tells me.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? 

Ugh.

I lie back down to the sound of only my breathing occupying the whole bedroom. I stare blankly at the white ceilings filled with yellow, bright, little stars I've put up there, in which I fell in love with when I was a child. I really don't want to do anything right now because of such an overwhelming night last night. First, a so-called "date" took place and it wasn't what I thought it would turn out to be, and second, I distinctively remember that I was in 2nd Heaven and I met a guy, what's his name? Um, Zach? Zeke? No, Zayn. Yeah, that's his name. The name I was intrigued with. Such a babe.

I really hope to meet up with him soon, he sounds like a real nice guy. Maybe a bit too nice.

I start drifting off to future plans with him, another dinner, or go fishing damn I don't know. As much as I wanted to dream off about Zayn, my phone pulls me back to reality and vibrates. I quickly open it expecting it to be him, and to my amusement, it was. 

From: Unknown

good morning, beautiful :) x

Did he just send this? Did he just call me beautiful? I like this guy. He's giving me high hopes. I quickly blush at the text and slowly but surely reply "Good morning, handsome :)" 

I check the time and it's already 8 but I'm glad my school starts at 9. Don't know where I'll end up in if I was late for almost everyday. I stretch out my arms for a bit, and decide why not make my bed since Zayn made my day already. I look towards my closet and swimming through my thoughts, I mentally pick which clothes I'm going to wear.

I grab the clothes and set them on the bed, and I head towards the bathroom. I steal a glance at myself in the mirror, I am beautiful. 

My mom taught me to always look in the mirror and say to myself that I am beautiful. Because, well, not to be cocky, but I am. Everyone that says they are beautiful with confidence and love will always or will eventually become beautiful. I have to love myself in order to love someone else. I learned that all on my own. 

I step in the shower and that's where my thoughts are drained along with the water running down my skin. With warm water, how does it not feel good? To be able to think with yourself, be with yourself, and love yourself is the best thing you can have. I've had so much to go through, both rough and amazing. I've had my first kiss, cut myself, ran away, flooded the toilet, surfboarded, sang in my room, danced in the attic, you name it. But it has made me who I am. Right now, in this bathroom, in the city of Los Toronto, with a good, maintainable, not-so-perfect-but-overall-a-nice life. And Zayn is just a bonus.