Unbreakable Love (a Connor Franta fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Elizabeth! Your appointment starts in 15 minutes!" yelled my dad from downstairs.

"Just a second!" I yelled back as I finished pulling my hair back into a pony.

Hi, I'm Elizabeth Moran. I'm 17 and have a brother, Trevor, who's 15.

I'm not any ordinary teenage girl. I get bullied, almost daily, by a few different people, because they know Im pretty small (like skinny and short). I have no friends except for my dog, Sadie. Yeah. Pretty lame, but I love her more than I love myself. I guess you can say she's all I have.

My mom died in a car accident 3 years ago. It was the worst time of my life. She was my best friend.

I found Sadie stray, on the road, 2 weeks later. She reminded me of myself.

Lost, weak, alone.

So I decided to take her in, with my dad's permission. He had a hard time agreeing, because he doesn't really like dogs, but then he decided, "why not? She's alone, anyway, that dog is all she has." That's what I think, anyway.

Ok, enough about myself.

I jog downstairs and slip on my sweater, which I wear all the time, to cover up the scars from self-harm on my arms.

"Gosh, take your time, why don't you?" Trevor said with sarcasm in his voice.

"Shut up, why do you have to come anyways?" I say as I slip on my flats.

"I'm dropping him off at a friends. Now stop fighting and come on, let's go," says my dad, opening the door and walking out to the car. Trevor and I followed him and got in.

After dropping Trevor off, a bit later we arrived to the little office in which I get counseled.

I hated my counseling appointments. They didn't even help me. It was my dad's idea to do it, because after my mom died I just lost it. Attempted suicide. My dad found out and signed me up for these. Now I have counseling 2 times a week. Mondays and Thursdays. Today was Thursday.

My dad and I went in and we sat in the waiting chairs.

I noticed a boy, probably 2 or 3 years older than me, in a chair across from me. I've seen him about twice before, this town is pretty small. I've always thought he was really attractive, but I knew I never had a chance with him.

He was too good to be with someone like me.

He has brown hair, styled in a quiff, and green eyes. Wow, those beautiful eyes. They were staring nowhere in particular.

I started imagining if he was my boyfriend. I would be so happy. I'd have no more worries. I wouldn't have to cut myself anymore. There would be no reason to. Well, the bullying would probably still continue. But he would make me so happy that I wouldn't really care about the other bad parts of life. I just imagine lying on the couch with him, cuddling and not caring what was going on in the world outside. I don't even know his name though.

I start wondering why such a perfect-looking boy would need counseling when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"We're ready for you, Connor," a lady called, standing in front of the door that led to the little private rooms.

Hmm. Connor. Somehow, the name reminded me of him. Cute, sweet (well, I think he's sweet, I wouldn't know since I've never talked to him) and sexy.

He got up, and when he did, something fell from his back pocket. He didn't notice, he just went with the lady through the door.

I looked and saw that it was a wallet.

I turned to my dad in the seat next to me, but he was way too into a magazine to notice.

I got up and picked up the wallet, then sat back down. My dad didn't see me, like I said, He was really into that magazine.

I was about to go after them and hand it back to him, but the lady and him were already into the room with the door closed.

My curiosity got the best of me. I thought, 'Why not look through it a bit? What's the worst that could happen?'

I opened up the wallet and saw his drivers license. I looked at his birthday. It said it was September 12, 1992. He was 21. I realized that I shouldn't be looking through something that was none of my business, so I shut it and decided to give it to him whenever I could.

After waiting about another 5 minutes, a different lady came out.

She walked towards my dad and told him, "Today will be a private meeting, so you can wait here until we're done."

My dad agreed and the lady smiled and motioned for me to come.

I got up and followed her, slipping the wallet into my pocket.

**

After my appointment was done, I walked out into the waiting room following my counselor to where my dad was still waiting in the same spot.

My dad got up and the last exchanged whispers with him while he nodded.

While I was waiting, Connor walked out of the office and was about to walk out the front door.

I took the wallet out of my pocket and walked up behind him.

You got this Elizabeth, I thought. I worked up the courage to tap him on the shoulder. he turned and faced me, and gave me with a friendly smile.

"Hi, on the way to the counseling room, this fell out of your pocket." I held out the wallet in front of him.

He looked at the wallet and then me. "Thank you," he said. "I'm Connor. And you are?"

"Elizabeth." I smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Elizabeth," he said, holding out his hand for a shake.

I grabbed his hand and shook. His hands were so warm and soft, but tough and strong at the same time. I loved it.

My dad finished talking to the lady. He saw that I was facing Connor and was just talking to him.

My dad just smiled. He was probably happy that I was meeting someone.

"When you're ready, Elizabeth, I'll be in the car," my dad said, walking towards the front door.

Connor smiled at me again. "I see you probably need to go. It was nice meeting you."

"Yes, it was nice meeting you too." I couldn't get the smile off my face.

"I'll see you around," he said.

"Ok" was all I could say through my smile. I waved goodbye and went out of the office to the car.