Fairytale Endings

Introduction + Copyright Statement

Aloha!

Okay, that sounded weird. Maybe that was a way too cheerful greeting for a sad story. Well not all sad, I mean, I've had some good parts in my life. My only intention was to reminisce, you know? The good parts at least, if I remember the bad parts I'd die finishing this story.

Oh hey Alex would you stop ranting to yourself and face the audience? Geez!

My name's Alexia Williams, Alex for short. I'm nineteen years old now and I live in a flat with my best friend, Anthea Toledo with Pia Wakefield neighboring our house. Time for the sad moments to begin, ready your napkins everybody! (the tissue napkins, of course, wouldn't want to dry your tears with a napkin do ya?).

I ran away from home a few years ago, about seventeen, I think. Why? For reasons you best not know of. They found me by the time I was eighteen and out of America, you see, even though I'm british and partly hawaiian (I wish), my parents decided America was a better place to be in. It wasn't hard at all getting under their noses. When I found out Anthea was leaving the country I came with her, back to my birthplace which is in, guess what? Yeah, London.

When they found me I was already legal and an adult, ready to live on my own. The government knew I was a qualified adult and so, they couldn't really save my parents' sorry arses. Don't expect too much of a depressing story from me, I'm quite chipper this morning.

Okay so yeah. Anyway the whole point of creating this story is to remember one boy in particular. Who waited so long to pursue me because I wasn't attracted to any form of likeness. I liked him as a friend though. Yes I liked him. Now I can proudly say that I love him and the feeling grows stronger everyday.

I never really was attracted to the idea of love. The word sickens me and I have no idea why. I mean, nothing horrible has ever happened to me. Just the occasional crush-doesn't-like-back type of thing but that never really was a problem. Anthea got bullied in grade school whereas I, had suitors. Pretty hard to believe. I never answered any of them. Anthea got plenty of admirers too, though she was bullied.

Anyways, pretty much everything about love seemed weird to me. The flowers, the always-smiling at each other, the gifts, the heart-shaped candies, everything! 

Oh how I've changed.

I've gone from pretending love doesn't exist to proudly saying "I'm taken." to a flirty waiter. Big difference, I know. But it's all because of this one boy who drove me crazy everyday, making me blush every moment we're together, smiling at me with those dimples, holding my hand tightly, hugging me in unexpected ways. He made me embrace a side of me I never even knew I possessed. 

He's very different from all the men I've encountered, he just makes me feel nice. He's so unique and out of this world. I don't know how he made me fall in love with him but now, just with the thought of him drives me crazy in ways I couldn't understand.

While Anthea has a wonderful, outgoing girl persona, I have the emotionally dead woman persona. I like it when I feel pain, it reminds me that I still have a few senses left. Of course when I met this boy, I had a feeling about him. A very odd and foreign feeling that I could not apprehend. I knew then that I would have to stay away from this boy because of all these alienated sensations. It felt so weird and abnormal.

Now let me tell you something about me, I'm an epic fail. So ultimately, my plans are also an epic fail and a bite in the arse. I wish I could feel right about something. Just one.

And here we go with the epic failing.

Seriously, I feel as if I'm the most unlucky human being to ever walk on earth. A series of bad events keep happening but no one is to blame but myself. I hate myself. I have no self-esteem. I feel like my tongue is too big for my mouth, I feel like my freckles look like a breakout on my face, I feel like within every living breath I take, I get society's judgement for it. Why is society so cruel nowadays?

As you may have noticed, I'm not exactly the shy type nor am I the anti-social kind. I hate all these categories. People shouldn't be allowed to judge other people and let them fall in categories that don't define who they are, not even remotely close. Is there some kind of category that says 'myself''? Because I'm certain that's the category I would like to be classified in.

People should be allowed to be their own person. They should be allowed to be the superhero of his or her own story because the journey doesn't begin with love, it begins with adventure, excitement, thrill. Nothing remotely connected to that four letter word.

But whatever, this story isn't even connected to that. Geez Alex, way to get out of the storyline!

Since this introduction isn't going as smoothly as I thought, I'll just have to draw the line here. Starting from the far left corner to. . .

Oh shut up Alex!

* * * * * 

Salutations my lovelies!

How is everyone doing? Anyway, new fanfic. This time with Harry Styles as the main interest. I claim this book guys. Copyright on the first page and description.

As I have told you, or wrote to you or whatever you like to call it, I mentioned that Fairytale Endings will begin a week before I end Guys Like You. Which is Monday next, next week, to be specific. The week after I'm determined to finish the first book which means, hey, more updates! Yaaay!

Anyway, I hope you all have a fantastic day today!

Lots of love! :) xx

~HSK