Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 2. (edited)

Chapter 2.

Song:

Ellie Goulding- Bittersweet.

Lawson- Learn to love again.

The sun is shining through the curtains in my bedroom making me turn around in the bed, but I was already at the end of the bed so I ended up falling on the floor with a big thud. I groaned and rubbed the left side of my face that I landed on and slowly opened my eyes. The sun was shining right in my face, which made me hide behind the bed. I hate waking up. I love the day and everything, I just don't like the part about waking up with the sun right in your face. And the part where i have to get ready for the day, you know that feeling of just laying in bed asleep, i want that feeling all the time, but then you also have the feeling of when you are in the middle of the day and you are awake and are getting things done, i like that too.  

 I slowly got op from my position on the floor and went to the window to look outside. It was beautiful I could see all of London. Not really but I could see a lot, I can see the top of Big ben and the Ferris wheel and many tall buildings. I opened the curtains wide so that the sun light could shine on my room. I was only wearing a huge t-shirt so I walked to my closet with my suitcases in and got the smallest one out. The smallest suitcase contained shorts and crop tops. I took out my favorite shorts that was black and ripped and my favorite crop top that was white and had colorful handprints on the chest. People would think that it is weird but I think it is cool. It kind of looks like someone grabbed my boobs with paint on their hands. It sounds weird but it is somewhat cool.  People wear whatever they want, i have seen other people in much worse clothes than this little outfit, just so that's clear. I am not the only weirdo on this planet. 

I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower then dried off and got dressed. I just pulled my hair up in a messy bun, and my make-up remained slightly natural with just a little winged eye-liner and some mascara.  I am not the typical girl that likes to wear concealer, powder, and stuff like that. I feel like I can't move my face when I wear that make-up. I feel like I can't even scratch my nose, and I hate not being able to scratch my nose. I do sometimes put on highlighter, but i mean, who doesn't, it gives you the glow of a godess. 

I walk to the kitchen to get some coffee but then I remembered that I only came here yesterday so I wouldn't have any coffee. I sighed and decided to go for a walk and see if there is some small coffee shops around the block. I took my wallet and my phone and put them in little shoulder bag. 

"Keys, Keys, Keys," I keep repeating. I always forget where i put the damn keys, they should make like a sound thing on keys so that when they are lost they make a 'beeping' noice, so we can hear them and find them. 

"Where the hell could they have gone?" I talk as if someone was going to answer me and tell me were my keys are. I walk to my bedroom and see them on my nightstand. I get my keys and leave the apartment. I figured I can just take the elevator; I push the button and wait for the elevator to come. When the elevator doors open, five guys are standing inside. I don't bother to pay attention to them when they walk out except the alcohol smell that fumed out from them. I wrinkle my nose in disgust before I walk in the elevator, but then I feel a hand slap my bum. One of them actually had the nerve to slap my bum. I just roll my eyes and push the button to the first floor. I really hope that I am not neighbors with them. It was only 12.30 and they are drunk of their arses. I don't actually know if they were drunk, but the stench of alcohol coming from them, says otherwise. 

I brush the boys out of my head and walk outside. The warm breeze whipping at my skin. Damn it I forgot my sunglasses. I take out my phone and go on twitter while I walk down the street, I have over 10k followers and I don't know how that has happened. I just tweet random shit and post random pictures and nothing makes sense. A lost girl like me having so many followers, I don't even post pretty pictures of me, they are most of me just doing random weird faces and then I decide to post them on twitter for some reason.