First Impressions.. (Norman Reedus FanFic)

Taylor's P.O.V..

I rolled over on my bed and looked up at the digital clock beside me.

"I suppose I better start getting ready.." I groaned, pulling myself out and heading in to the shower. It was two in the morning and today I'm following through on the most important decision of my life. I quickly started to dry myself off after my twenty minute shower and got dressed.

I stood in front of my long mirror with a slight frown on my face as I looked at my whole body. I have long, thick dark brown hair and it falls naturally in to curls, it's so annoying. No matter what I try and do to it, I can't get it to stay tidy. I was wearing my black skinny jeans, a band t-shirt and a black hoodie that hid the mistakes from my past. I have never been like the average twenty-two year old british girls, I hate attention, I have no friends at all and I definitely didn't have a flat stomach like them.

I sighed, moveing away from the mirror and flopping back down on the bed. I looked over to my clock again and realised it was now quarter to three in the morning.

"May aswell get some extra sleep." I said to myself before closing my eyes and slowly drifting back off.

"Good Morning Sweetie.." My mother greeted as she lightly shook my shoulder.

"Morning." I grumbled in to my pillow before attempting to go back to sleep.

I was just about drift back off when the door swung open and footsteps rushed towards my bed.

"Get up sleepy head." My older sister Emma yelled as she dived on my bed. "Today is the day." She added with slight sadness in her voice. I groaned in protest but eventually pulled myself up on the bed.

My sister was right, today is the day. Today is the day I move away from everything I have ever known to start a new life in New York.

"What time is it?" I questioned rolling off the bed and standing to my feet.

"It's.. Three thirty in the morning." My mother confirmed. Great I thought as I pushed my feet towards the joining bathroom.

"What time is my flight?" I questioned.

"Seven." My sister sang as I shut the door and turned on the water.

I spent about half an hour sorting myself out in my room and just thinking about my big move until there was a loud knock at the door.

"I'm coming." I snapped, walking around my room for the last time and sorting my hair out. I quickly slipped on my black converse and quickly opened the door. I slowly made my way down the stairs and I could smell breakfast cooking through the house.

I silently made my way in to the kitchen where my mother was plating up something.

"Eat." She ordered, sticking a large plate of fried foods in front of me. I pushed the plate back towarss her and shook my head.

"No mom.. You know I can't." I whispered.

"Taylor.." She whined. "There us nothing wrong with you. You're perfect, you don't need to lose weight." She continued, squeezing my hand lightly. "You'll always be Beautiful to me." My mother finally concluded.

I shook my head and pulled my hand away from hers, before getting up.

"I'll meet you outside." I sighed, grabbing a breakfast biscuit and leaving the house. I opened the door and let the cool morning air run through my hair. I quickly opened my biscuit and silently ate it.

"Someone wants to see you before you go." My mother said quietly as she climbed in to the car and pointed inside the house.

I turned on my heel and went back through the house until I felt a pair of small arms wrap around my legs.