Hey, I Know You (One Direction)

Chapter 1

"CAAEELIIEE! CAELIE ADELAIDE! TIME TO WAKE UP! GET UP YOU LAZY L-!" I slapped my hand around my side table for my alarm clock until I found the snooze button.

Groaning, I got up from my warm bed and trudged towards my mirror, where I cringed at my appearance; my hair was rested like a bird's nest on my head. My eyes had bags under them, which were starkly contrasting with my already pale skin made paler by the morning cold.

Before I could go back to my bed, I crawled - yes, crawled- to my bathroom. I hissed as the cold air rushed over my skin. The bathroom's always so damn cold in the morning. The warm water helped wean off the chill though.

I brushed my teeth quickly at the mirror, and pulled a funny face because I always liked pretending that the suds from the toothpaste were like a rabid animal's foam. "GRRRRRR!"

I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, and walked to my closet. I don't think I have a great sense of style, but I like it.

I put on my usual outfit of a blouse, a hoodie, dark washed jeans, and my Vans.

I live in an apartment with my best friend, Avery Colvert, which is nice because I'm never bored. Although, she is a bit of a slob.

I met her when we were both 6. She was put in an orphanage when she was two months, but was adopted when she was 3 years old. She told me she remembers absolutely nothing about her birthparents, but plans to find them one day. That's been her goal since she was a child.

"All the orphanage knew about my background info," she told me when we were in year seven, "was that I was not born in a hospital."

"How did they know?" I asked.

"Because none the hospitals within a couple miles had a record of me."

I wasn't born in a hospital either, but hey, I'm alive. She's only three days older than me, but that she-devil uses those days to her full advantage.

She is basically flawless.

Ivory colored skin, gorgeous light brown eyes, a small nose, a dimple on each cheek, and ombre dark brown to blonde-ish curly hair. She is practically the definition of beauty in physical form. She has an amazing sense of style, with many clothes, accessories, anything fashion-y. She could easily make the cover of a fashion magazine on an average day.

Compared to her I looked like a potato sack.

We grew up in Leicester and moved to London together as soon as we could. We had fallen in love with the city after my father took us here on a summer trip.

She reminds me a bit of my dad. He also has ivory colored skin, light brown eyes, and brown-ish hair. Actually, she reminds me a lot of my dad. They both even laugh the same way. Although, he's much taller than both of us. She's the same height as me - too short to reach the top shelf without climbing on something.

Avery looks more like my dad than I do. In fact, my dad says I look more like my mom, though I wouldn't know. My mom got into a car crash when I was a couple of months old, so I don't remember much about her

He's constantly comparing me to her though. He usually says something like "You look just like her! I'm tellin' ya!"

These comments become more and more frequent during winter. He's never said so - I don't even think he notices - but I think it's because December 21st is the anniversary of her death.

"Aw, Caelie, you look more like your mother every day!" I held onto his hand like my short little life depended on it.

We were celebrating Christmas by ice skating, and I was so happy that unwashed old enough to get my princess Jasmine junior skates. For kids 5 and up.