You and I (Sequel to Story of my Life) ~1D~

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I'm Walking Around With Just One Shoe, I'm Half a Heart Without You.

3 months later..

Sierra's P.O.V.

I think, once youve finally reached rock bottom, that's the only time that seems appropriate to turn it all around.

I'd reached rock bottom. I honestly believed that there was no light at the endless tunnel. No hope. And, looking back at the slow but rapid three months, there was never an actual single trigger.

It was like I'd finally came out of a shell, like I had finally realised that I'd gone astray.

When I was five, or maybe I was six... I can't really tell, I promised myself, that whatever I did in life, making other people happy and comfortable would be the main aim. Maybe it was because I struggled to feel happy and comfortable from, well, way back. But that was the iconic vow I had made myself.

Aswell as other mild ones but anyway.

And, I became selfish. I wanted to make myself happy. And didn't realise that, making others happy was the one thing that brought me joy.

So I salute you, five/six year old self.

This is me, 18 year old Sierra, officially apologizing and thank you.

For, my aim in life has been re-discovered.

Harry's P.O.V.

There's something up with the boys.

I can sense it. Feel it.

I, and everyone else can also see it.

It's not all the boys, just two sexy ones.

Whether its walking into things, spacing out a lot, like, I mean a lot, random weird questions like 'do I seem different to you?'

I notice it all.

"Harry, we all notice it"

Dafaq, what is Niall on about?

"I'm on about Zayn and Louis."

The Irish have telepathy powers?

"You're a knob and you're stupid." Niall says, elbowing my head.

"Did I really say all of that out loud?"

"Well, I dunno. I just guessed at what you were mumbling about." Niall shrugs, shoving my crisps into his mouth.

"I do not mumble." I muttered

"If you say so. Now come on. I was sent to come and get you, its your turn."

Ah yes, for the music video. I really like this song. Not that I like the other ones less...its just...whatever.

Sophie's P.O.V.

She seems better.

Happier.

Heck, she's finally come back to me.

I sat there waiting for her in my car, listening to Panic! at the disco.

Don't lie. You can't help but say Panic! like that.

Giving up, I grabbed my keys and phone and walking into a surprisingly quiet Starbucks.

"Hi, what can I ge-ello"

"Hey Sierra mind hurrying up and you know, coming home, with me, your only friend?"