Tears L•H

8

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!