One Direction Preferences

Story Of My Life- DDM

Personal For: Moments_Aylin
°°°
Hello, love! So this imagine is based of of the movie My Girl. I love that movie and I think it would make a great imagine. I hope you enjoy :)

"Edna!" My dad calls from downstairs. I look at my grammy who was sitting in her rocking chair. "I'll be back." I say then kiss her cheek. I walk downstairs to our kitchen and saw my dad and uncles.

"Yeah." I say shifting my weight to one leg. "Dinner's ready." I nod. "I call dibs on sitting next to uncle Zayn and uncle Niall!" I yell.

"Edna, not so loud." My dad yells. I roll my eyes. "Sorry dad."

It was quiet until Louis started talking to my dad. "So Liam, how is Ms. Rodriquez?"

"Who's Ms. Rodriquez?" I ask. "Oh, her husband died three days ago. She was devastated but she's getting much better."

I nod slowly and continue to eat. My dad is a funeral home owner which is connected to my house. My grammies, my dad, and my room are upstairs while my dad's coroner office is downstairs. I never go in there because it's a bit scary. I'm 17 but dead people are a little creepy.

"I'm going to go read to grammy." I say getting up, putting my plate in the sink. "But, you didn't even touch your carrots." My dad says. "Dad, come on. I'm not five. Plus I don't like them." I say quickly running upstairs to my grammies room.

I put my hand on the cool crystal doorknob and turn it only to see her sitting in her chair and looking out the window.

I sit next to her and decided to ask her about my mom. I never knew her, but I think she was a Russian spy who got captured by the English. Or maybe she was a famous singer who walked all the red carpets and one day went missing.

"Grammy, what what was my mother like?" I ask knowing she wouldn't answer. She's been mute for about two years. I sigh. I kiss her cheek and help her to her bed so she can sleep. "I love you." I say then leave her room.

I walk to the living room, finding my dad sitting on the couch watching some tv. I sit next to him and put my head on his shoulder. "Do you like your job?" I ask him.

"Well, I've been doing this since I was 19. I guess I'm used it." He says. I smile. I love listening to my dads stories. Maybe someday I can make my own.