You Found Me | Liam Payne |

Prologue (Chapter 1)

Since the day we are born we are made to believe in fairytales. Such cliche wishes as a prince charming, beauty and happy endings. I enjoy reminiscing of that version as much as the next girl it's just not the truth. This is the truth, we live this lie everyday, breathing walking and ignoring the true hardship of reality. This allusion we call 'fantasy' cannot keep us hidden and stored away from our fears. Fairytales are dreams but nightmares are dreams as well.

But we as humans are so oblivious to this truth. We build up barriers and walls just so we don't have to live in the real world. Who ever created fairytales and the term fantasy must have been exposed to reality, and in doing so made up a lie so that none of us would ever have to experience what he or she went through.

And with fantasies we all have our stories (or barriers) some left unsaid or shared. Words will never truly describe our memories, experiences or emotions but I guess that's the beauty in it. We want to share our stories that we are too scared to speak in hopes that something or someone will understand, and guide us onto the next chapter.

So here's my story that I'm too scared to speak. All my life I have been secluded and ignored from this city and all the people in it. Through my more vulnerable and younger years of middle school that is when I had first received those cruel tormenting words. At first it didn't occur to me what those words meant. But as I grew older and more mature I realized I had become a victim of reality. I believe high school was the worst or should I call it a prison. But a prison could never amount to the pain high school presents you.

High school was a place known for broken dreams, broken spirits, and lost souls. Those crucial suffocating four years. I question myself everyday how did I survive all of that? Those names, the daily notes, idiotic rumors, pushed down to the ground, and disgustful stares I received. All my life it was a daily routine a written script and I had to play the victim in every show.

All my life I wished and I wished it could change...that I could change and be accepted into the world with welcoming hands. I had become obsessed with the idea of fairytales and every morning and every night. I hoped that one day the price charming would come rescue me from this broken city, and it would be the two of us against the world. Unfortunately for me I was a little fool believing in those cliche stories that never existed.

Lonely and alone who would want a girl like me? Looking at my reflection every morning when I would leave for that confinement. I saw a heavy, ugly, foolish, unsuccessful teenager. Most girls plaster this fake smile signaling reality that they have not been beaten, but for me I never smiled I showed no hint of emotion at all and I was okay with that. And most girls my age had a pretty face and I just had scars.

We (or should I say I) all dream of that special someone. Someone who accepts our flaws and mistakes. He or she would remind you every minte of the day that you serve a purpose in this world. That we need to keep fighting this endless war no matter their disapproval. This was the fantasy that I dreamt of everyday, but high school burdened this weight on top of my shoulders of solitude. We all fear something I fear the term undiscovered.

I fear that no one will have the courage to unravel my built up barriers and witnes the real me. I also fear abandonment. Once someonecomes into your life that's when it all begins and you never want them to leave. You build up memories, feelings and falling. Falling hopelessly every second enjoying the simple things they provide you. But since I live in solitude I will never experience these enjoyable things.

So there's my story that I wish I could change. In a way I understand why I'm leaving this city. I need a fresh start an open book that hasn't been read. My mother back home told me one late afternoon that I have an uncle in New York City. That he will be able to help me find my unwritten future. My mother oh my mother how she is a coward. When I was a child still oblivious to reality my father left us. Ever since then it's been the two of us and trust me I enjoyed and loathed it at the same time.

No matter our conversations or the numerous times I tried to bring back her lost smile she was always distant. Working double shifts just to keep us in tact, but never would she communicate with me. Being home alone never being able to tell her what I was going through. Even the days when she was home all she would do was yell at the top of her lungs criticizing the simple mistakes I had committed. Lowering my expectations and standards, just utterly and completely making me feel low.

How could a woman like my mother ever love a man like my father? She would always reply with "He wasn't like this in the past" "He will realize his mistakes don't worry" "He was good to me." That man my father...let me rephrase that he isn't my father. A father wouldn't have always abused her, took advantage of her innocence, stay away from his home containing his wife and little daughter. And to top it all off cheat on her, so explain to me why does she still love him?

A father is supposed to be a man you look up to and respect. Someone who guides you on every step of your journey. My father never taught me how to survive in this world, we never went out, and all he would do is be in the living room drinking watching television all day, while my mother was at work daya nd night. Everyday afterschool I had to be in that little household defenseless and alone. Staring at the cold hearted stranger with blood shot eyes that is my so called father. That arrogant man couldn't even make an appearance at my graduationor send me one damn birthday card.

My only safe haven was through my notebook the scribbled words on multiple papers, were the stories never said. It was my only escape where I could let out my own cries of distress. The coward my mother is sending me off as if I am a returned package of unwanted goods. My mother will now face the true sensibility of being alone.

So now here I am on this plane. On the way to forget my allusion of fairytales, nonexistent accepting poeple, and a cruel past. With nothing but a future of an unwritten script.

( I realize this first chapter does not introduce Liam yet but we will reach that chapter, and I don't want you to think this is just another girl falls in love with boy and they both change for each other fan fiction but it's not so please don't stop reading I put a lot of effort into this story. I promise you won't be disappointed thank you for those of you who continue reading you're amazing love you! xx )