I Exist (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

~* Chapter 1 *~

The sound of my old, rusty alarm clocked echoed off the walls where all of my All Time Low posters hang. I roll over on my side so I could grab it and turn it off. Instead, gravity has a different idea. It decides that my body actually wanted to be on the floor. I grunted as my body hit the carpeted floor. I thanked the Lord that I picked the carpeted room and Austin got the room with the cold hard wood floors. Although it may be carpeted, the landing didn't exactly feel pleasant.   

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door and the voice of my mother following it.   

"Come in," I managed to get out as I try to pull myself off the floor.   

She walked in not exactly surprised that I'm on the floor along with my covers over my head. This happened pretty often and my mother threatened to get a safety guard for my bed if I didn't stop. I had one as a kid because of my falling issues. Some things just never change.   

She clapped her hands, knowing it would get me straight off the floor. I pushed my body weight up and stood on my feet. If there's one thing I hate, it's clapping. The only time I like it is at concerts or TV award shows. Just clapping for no reason is stupid and unnecessary. My mother of course, retorts back that dying my hair Hayley Williams orange is stupid and unnecessary. I ignore her comment and I start fixing my bed. I pick up the white sheets off the floor and sprawl them across the bed. Next I get my British flag comforter and place it nicely across the queen sized bed. I then start putting all of my decorative flag pillows near the head of the bed. Every time I go to a new country, I buy a pillow of the country's flag. I have about 23 already. When I get the pillow, I mark off the country on the huge map that covers a whole wall in my room. My life long goal is to visit every country.   

I padded my bare feet across my room into my quarter filled closet. You think my sister being wealthy and such that I would have a whole walk in closet full of clothes right? Wrong. She tries to buy me stuff but I simply refuse. I'm content with my gray sweatshirt, ripped jeans, and worn out converse. My parents despise the look but as you can tell I honestly don't care. They can go praise Taylor, their perfect little angel daughter.   

It's quite funny looking into a huge closet but only filled a quarter way. You would think that having a closet this big would be totally filled. I silently chuckled to myself, picking out my constant outfit. Me being me, sometimes I like to switch it up a bit. I got my checkered belt and my cutoff biker glove. I don't put it on quite yet, as its hard to put on makeup when you have a glove on. I ran to the bathroom so I could avoid the cold hallways. Also, so I could get in it before Austin does. He's back from college for Christmas break, and I wish he would just go back already. He spends about a half hour on his hair, gelling it to perfection. I keep telling him he could do it in his room but he insists that it comes out better in the bathroom for some reason. I think it's because he likes to piss me off. I plug in my hair straightener and straighten my almost stick straight hair. I slept funny so some pieces were out of place, hence me straightening it. Once my hair is in place, I part it way to the side, so I get side swept bangs.   

Once I was done putting on my makeup and such, someone is banging on the bathroom door.   

"Hurry the hell up Riley!"   

The voice of Austin rings through the bathroom. I roll my eyes. I then exit the bathroom but not before I give the finger to Austin. I ran through the hallway straight to my room. I slip on my worn out converses and check my reflection in the body mirror. The only physical trait Taylor and I share is our piercing blue eyes. She's a towering 5'10" and I'm only 5'0". From the looks of us, you couldn't even tell we are sisters. I grab my shoulder bag and slide down the banister. I jump then land on my feet, running to the kitchen, smelling the delicious smell of bacon. I usually just grab an apple and I'm on my way but when there is bacon involved, I can have a few moments to sit down and eat. I sling my bag around the bar stool and hop up on it.