Unwell (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter One

On the road again. Goin places that I’ve never been, seeing things that I may never see again.

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My eyes drifted out the window, looking out into the fields where carefree animals lived their carefree lives. I was envious of them really. I mean who wouldn’t be? They get to eat and sleep all day; they will never run out of food, they will never have any problems.

Sighing I turned to look at my mom, who kept her eyes on the road since she was driving. You could tell she was one of those people who would always be gorgeous. No matter how old they got they would always be unnaturally pretty. Her golden hair that was starting to turn slightly grey at the roots, her pale blue eyes that were lined with long, dark eyelashes.

That was not the case with me, when people think of me (after taking a minute to figure out who I am) they normally say that I'm 'nice' never has anyone called me pretty or ugly, I'm just average. My  face was too long and my nose a little too big. I could sit here all day and tell you things I didn’t like about myself. I’d even taken the liberty of making a list. On the note section of my IPhone there were only two tabs: Good things about Rose Winters and Bad things about Rose Winters. I’ll give you one guess of which one is longer.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those girls who hates herself and spend their whole life wishing they were someone else. No. If I were on of them I wouldn’t have made a Good things about Rose Winters list. I had some good qualities. My hair was a light brown color that was naturally wavy. My mom used to always rave about my hair and how lucky I was to have such beautiful natural hair. I also had a good figure, I had a thigh gap (which I am very proud of) that I run two miles every day to keep up. My favorite thing about myself though is my eyes. They’re ringed with black and are pale blue at the edges but the closer you get to the pupil they become a dark green.

I got my eyes from my dad. My mom used to say she could get lost in his eyes forever and he would smile and shake his head like a little school boy talking to his crush. My parents had a unique love; it was beautiful in its own way.

I sighed at the memories before turning my gaze back to the fields of grass and farmland. For the first time in a while I felt content. I could faintly hear the hum of the radio that was playing some shitty pop music and my mom quietly singing along when she thought I wasn’t listening. You know when you get that feeling like ‘I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever, I would be fine if this road never ended.’

But of course it had to end. The road always ends, whether literally like ‘all the roads technically would have to end somewhere’ or figuratively ‘everyone’s road ends when they die.’

I’ve learned not to take life too seriously; I mean no one makes it out alive.

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My daydreams concluded of what our new house looked like, I imagined it really pretty, the outside look wonderful from what we had seen.

When we arrived I was dumbfounded. It was big and spacious and had this big live oak tree in the front. I couldn’t tell what the inside looked like though because too many boxes filled with ‘Oh I just can’t leave this behind’ shit was everywhere.

Good thing we had whole summer break to settle in before school started. I was not looking forward to school. It’s a well-known fact that the new girl is always shunned on the first day of school.

I was used to it; even though I was never really ‘new’ at my old school I was never that popular. “Oh don’t talk to Rose, she’s weird” yeah apparently everyone in the whole school thought I was deaf and was invincible to their words.