Tough Luck

Chapter Ten

Songs for this chapter are:

Little white lies by One Direction

Teenage Dirtbag by One Direction

Heartache on the big screen by 5SOS

Don't stop by 5SOS

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

Atlas by Coldplay

Better than words by One Direction

Over again by One Direction

Not about angels by Birdy

Beating heart by Ellie Goulding

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My mind fixed up and reminded me that today, today was the day I have been anticipating and wishing to happen for my entire life.

Niall Horan is waiting for me.

And I need to be there. I promised myself that whenever I get a chance to meet him, I would go up to him and just kiss him. Nothing will get on my way for me to do that.

Not even security. I'm tougher than them. And if they try they will fail.

What time is it anyway? The small alarm clock that is held by my night stand reads five forty three am. I'm supposed to be getting up at six but my nerves just won't let me sleep.

Oh, and I can't forget about all the letters I have been trying to send to Niall Horan. Where are they anyways? The memory of me placing them in a secret box hidden in my closet flashes through my mind. I shuffle on over to reach for them.

The box is a bit dusty because the last time I opened was last week. Wait, why is it dusty then?

I open the box and put the top cover of it aside. There are letters and pictures, but these aren't the posters of One Direction. I shuffle through them a bit and I remember that these are all the hand crafted things I had made for mom and dad. I must have stored it here to forget about all the sad memories after they died.

Their is a pink slip of paper with the words, 'To Mom' written on it. I open it, and that was probably the worst mistake I have ever done in my life.

My eyes scan across the piece of paper. This was the Mothers day present I gave to my mom a few years ago. I start to read.

WHAT IS A MOTHER?

A mother has so many things to do,

Washing and ironing and tying a shoe.

She scrubs and mends, cooks and sews.

She bathes the children and washes their faces right, And their clothes are dirty, such a fright- Who repairs the clothes and scrubs them new?

Of course, that is what a mother will do. Who is the nurse when the kids are ill, applying a bandage or disposing a pill?

Who's the teacher of Geography, Mathematics, Science, and Psychology? Who's the detective to find a toy or a book, peering in every cranny and nook?

Who is the listener to every fear, when shades of doubt draw near?

Who scolds their children when they are naughty, or warns them of pride when they're too haughty? Who tends her family with love like no other? Who loves like no other, is, of course, a mother.

The poem brings back the image of my mom when she received the gift from me to her. On how she smiled while she held it in her hands reading it out loud so everybody could hear.