Addilyn's POV
~two days later~
So, here we sat, international star Luke Hemmings, and ugly ass me, Addilyn Armstrong, cuddled up together watching How I Met Your Mother.
Laughter. Smiles. Arms. Luke. He's all I can think about, stupid boy, playing with my emotions. I came to LA to start new, away from everyone who doubted me, I was going to pursue YouTube. But, here I sit, like a fucking toy, cuddled up to Luke
I guess I like him, but I'm not sure if he feels the same. But I, Addilyn Armstrong, will make this work. I live in fear, to afraid to speak, I don't socialize, I don't look like your everyday girl, I am fucking ugly. No one will like me and I won't like them. But Luke...
~Next day~
Today, I focus on myself, we're seeing if I can go on tour and be the opening act! I could get famous!
I only had one hour so I had to hurry, the boys and management would be here.
I knew I had to look nice so I put on anything I could find that was pretty. I found a nude pink sweater, black leggings, and my all black Converse. I honestly, love this outfit.
I twirled around in the mirror, looking at my wavy hair, tears, tears, I looked nice, I never, ever, look nice.
Addilyn, you idiot, don't cry, just put your makeup on and you'll look pretty.
I'm not the skinniest girl in the world, I have curves, and not much of a butt. I had bigger boobs than everyone in high school, but still not as big as everyone else. I don't have abs, have abs. I have big thighs, no thigh gap here. I wasn't what everyone else looked like. I have light brown hair and blue/gray eyes.
Then, I heard a knock at the door.
As I opened it, my hands got sweaty, nervous. This will determine my future.
Then, I did it, I opened the god damn door. (A/N I laughed way to hard writing this)
Everything after that was a blur. Introductions. The boys. I nodded my head to every word, not listening to what they were saying.
"Okay then, welcome to the tour!" Said the manager, whom I had already forgotten his name.
The boys got up and hugged me, I got up and hugged everyone. The thank you's, repetitive.
I was going on a fucking tour!
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FanfictionAddilyn Armstrong has depression. She isn't like everyone the media was used to. She likes the black skinny jeans and band tees. Music is her only escape from reality. All she wanted was to be happy, but she couldn't...until Luke Hemmings came along...