Going the Right Direction(A One Direction Story)

Desperate Measures, For Desperate Needs.. Which Is Food, Of Course.

Dai's POV* 

Day one with One Direction, and I allready feel like a whore. 

Really Dai? Reaaaally? 

Why did I have to wake up sprawled against Niall, in his arms, to be exact?

I splashed fresh water to my face. 

At first I mistook Niall for Hazz.. But Niall seemed to think that I was talking about Harry.. Ha! As soon as I left the room, I ran into Liam in a corridor (did I allready mention the house was HUGE?) and he showed me to my room.

My room was huge as well. It had its own bathroom, walk-in closet, a flat-screen tv, a huge amplifier, a little balcony, big enough for two people to sit down on the floor and a queen size bed.. I really wouldn't ask for more.

And here I was, splashing water on my face, again, in my own bathroom. It wasn't that bad.. If you didn't count the fact that I barely knew these guys. Who knew if we would even get along well? I certainly hoped so. I was really tired of being left out of everything.

I decided to take a quick shower, humming softly to If You Can't Hang, by Sleeping With Sirens. My all-time favorite band. 

I had a more than a serious crush on Kellin.. It was more like I worshipped him.

'I met a girl at twenty-three,  

Knew she meant the world to me,  

So I gave her everything,  

And she did the same for me.  

Imagine that.'

A soft knock on my door interrupted me, and I felt myself blushing, I hope who ever it was, hadn't listened to me sing. No one had ever heard me sing. I knew I wasn't the best.. But I could tell I wasn't the worst either. I think that's one of the things I truly accepted I was kind of good at.

"Um.. Dai?" I didn't recognize the voice, but it was kinda' deep... Or husky?

"Yeah?"

"We where wondering if you where coming out soon.. Cause we're going out for breakfast with you!" He said

"Oh, ok! I'll hurry up then.. Casual or fancy or what?" I asked, letting the water splash on my back.

"Hmm, go for the bad-ass chick attitude from yesterday.. You looked hot" Uhh ok? Who was this outside my door again? 

And what's up with me and all this fucking blushing?

"Ookaaaay.. Thanks? Um.." I trailed off, hoping that whoever it was outside my door would catch my drift and end the sentence with his name.

"It's Harry.. Harry Potter" Oh my god, what?

"I'm dying of laughter in here" I said sarcastically

"Yeah, I can hear the enthusiasm it your voice! Hurry up!" Harry said, banging on the door. 

Silly child.

I finally got out, put some underwear on, then applied a thin layer of foundation. I blow-dried my hair, and then put on my clothes: Black skinny jeans, of course, a black v-neck long sleeved shirt, and a white Of Mice & Men shirt. It's all about the bands dude. My hair stayed down, and my bangs where allmost covering my eyes again.. I guess I would have to cut it shorter again.. Yes, I did cut my own hair.

The other good thing was I could wear long sleeves so I could cover my scars- 

I paused. I had forgotten about them. I slowly lifted up my sleeves and stared at them. Some were still fresh, others were healing, and others were starting to fade. I sighed. I didn't really know if I could quit that easy. Once you start, it's really hard to stop. You get so obssesed, that even if you're not sad or angry or depressed or anything, you cut just to feel something, it becomes part of your daily routine.