Love Me (a One Direction/5sos Punk fanfic)

Chapter 1

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I let out an annoyed sigh as I reach over to my bedside table and bang on the snooze button multiple times before it finally shut off. I lay back down and stare at the ceiling for what seems like hours but it's only been a matter of minutes. My thoughts are interrupted by someone banging on my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I shout a little too loud.

In walks my mother in just her house coat with her make-up already plastered on her face.

"Chain sweetly, time to get up." She says, sounding I offend and take at the same time.

"Yup, I'm up." I reassure her as she nods and walks out without closing the door.

I lazily peel the warm sheets off of my slim body and make my way to my closet, deciding what I should wear on the first day at my school in New York. The Big Apple. My dream was to always live in New York and play a few gigs until I got some big record deal then move to L.A and marry another singer then we could have the cutest babies who were talented..but unfortunately, I'm only eighteen so my dreams can't come true just yet.

I finally snap into reality when my phone started ringing. It causes me to have a mini heart attack. I shrug it off and walk over to my black iPhone.

"Shit!" I mumble to myself when I realize I've wasted almost twenty five minutes just standing there, thinking how I would like my life to turn out.

I run to my closet and quickly pick out some dark blue jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt, and a red plaid shirt to top it off, along with my undergarment, of course. I hurry to the wash-room and quickly strip off my baggy shirt and shorts. I turn the shower on and hop in. The hot water instantly relaxes my muscles. I mix the shampoo with the conditioner to save a few minutes, then plop it on top of my head and start scrubbing my scalp. Trying to get it clean, yet hurrying at the same time. I quickly rinse out my hair and reach for the vanilla and almond scented body wash and a loofa and start scrubbing my body. After about thirty seconds of scrubbing, I rinse off my body and turn off the shower and open the shower curtain. The cold air in the room causes a shiver to go down my spine. I wrap a fluffy cream coloured towel around my damp, shivering body and take a step out of the shower. I dry off my body, slip on my bra and panties along with my clothes I picked out earlier this morning. I scurry into my room and look ya the time.

6:47.

I have a little over thirty minutes to eat breakfast and head to school. Realizing y hair is dripping wet, I run my fingers through it to get out the tangles. My hair is about up to my belly-button and it's the same colour as milk chocolate, I like to wear it down all the time, since it's naturally wavey. After there are no more tangles, I grab my phone, pens, pencils, and shove them in my black messenger bag. I grab a pair of black ankle socks then hurry downstairs.

"Morning sweetheart" my dad chirps, he's always so perky.

"Morning daddy" I say as I give him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Morning mom" I say to my mom, who is flipping pancakes at the stove.

"Morning sweetly" she answers back.

I stuff a pancake in my mouth and run to the door.

"By guys" I say as I shove my white converse on my feet and rush out the door before anyone can answer me back.

As I take a step outside a cool wind brushes against my face and it sends my hair shooting in all different directions. I rush down the steps and look left and right. I'm not exactly new, I mean I moved here in the beginning of July, just when summer was. I only know my way around curtain parts of the city though. I turn left and start walking to the bus stop. I take out my phone and start running as I set my eye on the clock on my lockscreen.