Being Told You're Beautiful

Toy car.

"Two weeks. Two weeks. That's all to go until I see my future husband! Lily Tomlinson.." She sighed happily, in a daydream. So I guess you could say Lily was excited about going to see One Direction. Just a tad. "Well I still like Liam the best" Amy contradicted. As for me, I must say I had a little soft spot for a certain Irish member. But nothing was ever going to happen like in those fanfictions I read online. I mean. It's not as if I'm especially noticeable, or have some special talent. I wouldn't get picked out of a crowd to go on tour with them, or get pulled up on stage. So I resigned myself to a small teenage fan girl crush.

Okay, a large one. But still.

At least I was realistic in my hopes. Unlike a certain someone *cough Lily cough*

"Okay girls. So, we meet at my house at three to get ready yeah?" It was the last day before the Easter holidays, so we had to be organised now. It was revision galore mostly for the next two weeks.

I hate exams, ruining our social lives. Honestly. So inconsiderate.

"Yes, Hane, for the fourth time. Then after we'll come back to yours and stay over. Stop worrying. God, you're such a killjoy" Lily snapped. I recoiled. She sounded genuinely aggravated at me. I mean, I knew I worried a lot and over thought things, but I had tried not to this time.

Obviously it still wasn't good enough. Obviously I wasn't good enough.

But, instead of replying, I just turned away, pretending not to be affected. Amy, however, had other plans and caught my eye. I sent her a questioning look. She merely shook her head and mouthed 'later'.

Guessing I'm getting a phonecall later tonight then, whilst I was watching the One Direction interview on 'The One Show', of course. They were performing too. My night was sorted. Just then the bell rang.

MUSIC HERE I COME.

I case you haven't quite cottoned on, I love music. It's my escape, where I can really say what I feel. I've written lyrics, and a song, but I'm too scared to show anyone them yet. Not because I'm frightened of performing. No. It's because I'm scared of how I'll be judged by my lyrics. They're too personal. However, we'd all done our practical assessment already, and had handed in our compositions, so it was just the listening exam left to do. I sat next to Hamish, one of the 'popular' guys who I was actually quite good friends with. We'd been through a lot together: London trip, Beijing trip and Model United Nations, plus sitting next to him in Physics. We were a cool team. He accepted me for who I was, and I reciprocated that. Everyone thought I liked him, but he and I both knew that we were just friends. Not gonna lie though, he was quite attractive. We muddled through music, helping one another when we were stuck, and fiddling with the toy car I had recently acquired (by way of my last Kinder Egg) when we were finished the work. We ended up building a ramp allowing the car to whizz over the gap between two tables.

All in all, I concluded that was a pretty successful lesson, whilst untangling my headphones to wander up the steep hill home.

I flipped on my favourite playlist, made of entirely Taylor Swift, Sick Puppies and of course One Direction songs after finally extracting my headphones out of their tangled state.

I let my mind wander whilst walking, humming along to 'I Wish'. It made me wonder, what was one thing I really wish I had in this "perfect life"? The answer came immediately. An older brother. Someone to protect me, love me and be annoyed at me. And then a startling thought hit me: I wouldn't mind if I found out I was adopted. It would be a chance for a new life. I shook my head forcefully, earning a few strange looks from the first years passing. But I didn't care. That was a true thought. People would give up so much to have what you have, I told myself.

Be grateful.

Be grateful.

The words rang in my head as I entered my house, a new song coming into my head. Hurriedly I rummaged through my bag to grab my notebook, before sitting down at the piano. Time to write.

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A/N - I'm sorry it's so slow moving, I just wanted to upload and my iPod's about to die on me. Next chapter, I promise the boys'll be in it! Vote, comment and tell your friends please?! The onions will do your washing up forever if you do... :D?