Chapter 1: No parents, Starbucks, and Green Orbs
So basically, I wake up to my alarm clock ringing because its morning duh.
*Ringgggggg ringggggg* It screams.
The author adds the '*ringgggggg' into the story because you obviously have no imagine whats-so-ever as to know what an alarm clock sounds like.
I jump out of bed because apparently I am a frog and hop into a 10 minute shower.
Because clearly, 10 minutes gives me enough time to shave, wash my hair, scrub my feet, and whatever the fuck girls who are 18 do. Then when I get out, I simply brush out my long dark beautiful, lushes, thick, silky, slick, soft brown hair, and smudge on some mascara.
(I like describing my hair like that so that you know that I am actually really hot, but pretend to be as ugly as a witch)
Because... you know, I'm totally insecure because I just hate how my long skinny legs, flat stomach, dark hair, and blue eyes contrast against the lighting.
Duh. Every author makes their character sound nerdy and then you look at their casting and you see someone like... Megan Fox, Angelina Jolie or some shiz.
Wtf. dat bitch ass slut ain't ugly.. fucking liar
After hopping down the stairs like I'm a fucking rabbit who likes to hop, I pretend my parents aren't home because it's apparent the author has nooooo imagination what-so-ever as to include them in the story.
It's not like they are important at all- I can completely pay my bills with the part-time job I have. Pshhhhh.
I get to my job at starbucks, because starbucks is the only job available in these things or else you'll be called something like... "realistic"
*shutters
(But seriously, starbucks isn't the only coffee shop, I mean cum on people, lemme hear some realismXx)
After an hour of serving drinks with my really hot best friend; whom I will always think of as a brother because we've known each other for like 4 weeks, I hear the bell ring and its destiny.
A set of chocolate curls enter the room, they bounce like chocolate, and are swept across his face like a chocolate water fall.
He has chocolate hair? It's apparent that chocolate is the only synonym that is compatible for Harry Styles hair.
My heart stops when his green orbs meet my blue orbs, and our orbs dance into each other's because its love at first sight. Orbs, of such an immense green, it startles me and he walks closer and I see that he looks familiar...
It's not like he's in One Fucking Direction; aka the biggest boy band in the world- nope, to the main character, he is familiar.
The boy with curly chocolate hair and green orbs orders tea because all British people drink tea and not coffee. His green eyes meet mina again and he gives me his number because He Is iN LOvE WiTh Meh!1!1! but I act like I don't want it because I have some awful back story that left me un able to love again.
*sobs
The curly haired lad doesn't give up on me and eventually I fall in love with him even though I said I couldn't and we end up having a daughter named Darcy. Because Harry likes the name Darcy so we MUST name her Darcy or else Hazza will be angry.
We lived happily ever after...
Author's Note:
This story is not meant to hurt feelings, cause cancer, or offend anybody in any way. Comment bellow any other topics you have read over and over that'll entertain others. If I pick your idea, the chapter will be dedicated to you! Have a nice day
