End Of The Day [A Niall Horan & Haylor Fanfiction]

This Is Me (Prologue)

Btw I'm also posting on Quotev, so sorry if some things get confusing with the A/N's cause I'm just copy & pasting them from there, so if you want to see the pictures and stuff then you can go read them on my account there. (not sure if the links work on Wattpad, if they don't well just be creative)

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the best One Direction story ever. Well probably not, but a girl can dream. Anywho. . .at first this was going to be a Harry Styles fanfic, and it still is (sorta) he's just with Taylor now (in this fic) so yay! Anyway, please check out my other story, it's called One Text & One Call. Also check me out on Fanfiction.net my username is KatnissHermioneCullen and on FictionPress.com my username is MountainSky4488. Anyways.. . .thank you all for reading and enjoy! If you want to skip the flashback (in italics) you can, I'll do a recap at the end of the prologue in an A/N. But I suggest that you do read it.

Courtney is portrayed by Miley Cyrus (imagine her a little curvier and when she had long hair)

On the outside, I'm a normal twenty-one year old. My name's Courtney Kata Clearwater, tongue twister I know. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I'm five feet five inches. I'm curvier than most people, but not exactly fat. I don't that about myself, but there's not much I do like. And I love food too much to stop eating or get on any useless diet. I do walk a lot though.

I lived in Miami Florida in the U.S. at one point, but I moved to London as soon as I turned eighteen (my parents were pretty loaded so I didn't have to worry about money, the rent for my small apartment was hardly anything anyway). I didn't move to go to college or anything. God, I will never go to college, I can promise you that. It was simply because I wanted to get away from my old life that was so full of depression and sadness.

Why you may ask? Well there are several reasons. My parents died in a fire when I was fifteen and I had to go live with my Aunt and Uncle on my mom's side of the family. I love them to death, they really helped me a lot, though they always were a little over protective, especially since they knew I never really "got over" my parents death, if it's even possible to get over something like that. Then when I was sixteen I fell in love with a boy named Tristen. When I was seventeen he left after dating for a year. He didn't just break up with me or anything though, he died in a car accident. Everyone that I've ever loved died, leaving me all alone. The night that I found out Tristen died, I made the first cut.

I'd be dead right now if it weren't for four (formerly five) boys. They saved my life so many times. Whenever I think of them a small smile and a small spark of happiness overcomes my body. A small speck of light in an otherwise dark world.

I sit on the hard cold tiles in the handy cap stall in the restroom at McDonald's. The music from the radio plays lightly in the background. I turn the small bottle of pills over in my hand. I know that I shouldn't be doing this here of all places, but honestly I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to live anymore.

I pick up the disposable plastic water bottle that I had purchased earlier and took a sip of it to wet my mouth. Then I empty the bottle of pills into my hand, all sixteen of them.

I just sit there like that, holding the pills in the palm of one and, the water bottle clutched tightly in the other, listening to "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift play on the radio. I'm scared. But the funny thing is, I'm not scared about the fact that I'm about to commit suicide. I'm scared that someone will find me in here before I die and save me.

I lost the desire to live a long time ago, and I know that I'm not getting it back anytime soon. My life is torture, every morning when I wake up I cry. Because I wake up.