Heal My Heart... Please

What Does it Take to Heal a Heart?

This is my first story here on Wattpad. Let me know what you guys think of it! I really appreciate all comments and ideas and love all my readers. xx

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Chapter 1

Why was everyone so obsessed with One Direction these days? In my opinion, they were just like all the other celebrities out there: too obsessed with themselves. Every girl at my high school would kill to even breathe the same air as any member of that boy band. For me, my heart was too broken to care. My life was too messed up to talk about boys. In my opinion, they were all douchebags.

To start explaining my seemingly permanently messed up life, my parents are divorced. My father just died. He was my rock. He kept me going. Now I had to move to London to live with the mother that left me when I was 7 and never looked back. That was 11 whole years ago and I haven't spoken to her since then. Pretty messed up right?

I got an email from my mother telling me that in my father's will, it stated she was now my legal guardian. That meant leaving everything I know and all my friends to go live with an almost complete stranger. Great. She told me to pack everything and take the plane to the London airport. She would be waiting for me there. Yes, I am 18 years old and therefore a legal adult. This is half the reason why this is so screwed up. I guess even my dad knew better than to let me be on my own. So now I get to go to London. I guess it will be a good experience, but I have to live with my mother who left me to begin with. Not so sure if I'm looking forward to that part.

I packed everything I owned from clothes to pictures to stuffed animals I still had from when I was a kid. I had a huge amount of suitcases that my best friend Aerin helped me shove into her trunk. She was driving me to the airport so that I didn't have to do this all alone.

"Dana. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Let's be honest Aerin. I don't have a choice. I can't live with you for the rest of my life."

We both got into the car, her driving. The ride there took two hours. It was too short. I didn't know how I was going to survive without her. She was the only person I trusted besides my dad. She got me though my nasty breakup with my ex (another reason my heart was broken and why I categorized all guys as dickheads). Even though she was a directioner like everyone else, I loved her.

I checked into the airport, went through the security and before I knew it, it was time to board my flight.

"I will Skype you every night to let you know what is happening."

"Good. I will do the same. You'll survive. I promise." Aerin reassured me as we let go of our last hug. I turned right before I reached the plane entrance and waved. She waved back with tears in her eyes. I found my seat with no problem and settled down. This was going to be a long flight.

I dozed off and next thing I knew, the flight attendants were telling us to put our seat belts back on for the landing. I was surprisingly nervous. I had no clue what my mom looked like or if she would keep her promise and meet me at the airport. When I exited the plane, I looked around frantically to find a slightly familiar face. A tall, tan, and gorgeous lady came rushing towards me.

"Dana? Is that you?" she asked me.

"Yes." I told her in return.

"Wow. You look so different. Welcome to London!" she pulled me in for a beyond awkward hug. "Come this way. The car is waiting to take you back to my house and I guess your new home." She ushered me to the exit of the airport with my various suitcases in hand.

The car ride to my mom's house wasn't too long. We didnt say much in the car. She asked me a little about my past life and told me she was sorry about my dad and that he was a great guy. All that crap. I had heard it all before. Once she fell silent, she flipped on the radio and on came One Direction. I heard What Makes You Beautifull almost every day. Now even my mom listened to them? I tuned them out and thought about what i was supposed to do now. I didn't know what to think. My mom seemed pretty normal. The good news is that it was summer, I had graduated high school, and didn't have to worry about transferring schools. I did have to worry about college or possibly finding a job though.

The car slowed to a stop, which interrupted my thoughts. We were stopped in front of a massive white house. The grass was perfectly green and the gardens had millions of bright, cheery flowers. The hedges were trimmed into different shapes, all perfect.

"Why didn't you tell me you were rich?" I asked sarcastically.

"This house is my pride and glory."

"What exactly do you do for a living?"

"Oh! I'm a makeup artist. I guess no one told you yet. I wanted it to be a surprise. I am One Direction's makeup artist."

"What!?" Now I had to deal with a new country, a new mom, and a British boy band who thought they were sent from heaven above? Could I ever get away from the One Direction obsession? It was strange though. I had wanted to be a professional makeup artist for the longest time. I guess that was where I got it from.

"So I take it you've heard of them?"

"Who hasn't?" I replied sarcastically. She didn't catch the bitterness in my tone. I had had enough for one day. I decided to keep my cool for now. I was tired from that long trip.

"Can you please just show me my room so I can get some sleep? I have major jet lag."

"Sure thing."

We entered the massive house and she walked me up the winding staircase. We walked down a wide hallway. We entered into a huge room at the end of the hall. It was ginormous. There was a huge king sized bed in the middle with a colorful array of pillows. I glanced in the direction of the window and saw the crystal clear blue ocean below. It even had it's own bathroom with a jacuzzi bath. It was so much nicer than what my dad and I used to live in.

"Wow." was all I could say. My mother smiled.

"I'll bring your bags up. You just rest. I'll wake you for dinner. Good night sweetie."

I guess I could get used to this. It would be hard, but it would have to be done.