Dreamer {Harry Styles}

Chapter 2

It took me literally a full day to complete this chapter. I rushed it because it's so much fun to write this story and people want to know how it goes, so without further ado I give you the second chapter. I hope it lived up to your high expectations.

Dreamer - Chapter 2

I woke up to my dimly lit bedroom, the only light coming from a glint of the hallway.

I scanned my bedside table looking for my phone to confirm what time it is. I spotted the phone that I so easily misplace all the time and snatched it, rubbing my eyes in the process, It can't be too late. I'm too drained and exhausted to get up and start this dreaded day.

The clock on my phone read 09:23am, since I completed secondary school a few months ago, I now have no life. No job, no university plans, no friends, no boyfriend and certainly not a considerate, loving family.

When I awake before sunrise, I have no theory as to why I live, why do I even get up in the morning?

Life is a mystery to the best of us.

Just as I was drifting off into dream land, the only place that I am comfortable, I hear a loud knock on my purple, wooden bedroom door.

I groan and yank my fluffy pillow over my head, trying to drain out the never ending noise that seems like the death of me.

The person who was banging on my door repeatedly ended up letting themselves in and pulling the pillow off of my face, of course it was none other than my witless mother.

"Yes mum?" I say sarcastically as my mother rolls her eyes.

"You very well know madam, my friend and her son are staying with us for a while and we have no clue as to what time but they could be here any minute and you aren't even dressed.." My mum trails off as she looks at my morning look in utter disgust.

I purse my lips and say quietly,"can you leave and I will be down soon."

With that my mother leaves my room as I thought she never would and slams the door after her, I anticipated nothing less, this is just a repeat of what my tedious mother and I go through as a daily routine.

I propped myself up off my bed and quietly stumble over to my closet, of course as I open the entrance to my unexciting collection of clothing, I am looking at the same, average clothes that I wear frequently.

Why do I not go shopping like any other teenage girl?

I simply refuse. I am not going to go purchase clothes that I don't need and if I decided to do so, I couldn't because I have no riches, I have had jobs previously, but what respectable human being wants to clean up after someone for minimum wage? Not me.

I decided on a white blouse that read on the front in huge black letters; 'Harry Potter'. I'm a fan of the books and films. I paired the shirt with purple skinny jeans and as I brushed through the tangly mess that is my mop of hair, I couldn't help but wince at the pain, pain. That's an emotion I've been feeling a lot recently. Physically and mentally.

I try to overcome the small voice in the back of my head that tells me to get out and leave this universe whilst I can, of course I could never bring myself to do such a horrid, immature thing but would anyone even care if I pulled the trigger of my life and just simply kill the human being that is Serenity Williams.

The death of my brother was not my fault, it was no ones fault.

The break up between Dan and I was more or so his fault, I never did anything to him. I thought I loved him.

Not a day goes by, that I don't think about what a mockery my life is, an utter disgrace.

I silently walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, where of course no one had the decency to cook me any breakfast. I sighed and opened up the cupboard to the cereals, I'm beginning to get sick of eating cereal constantly. It isn't a healthy, nutritious breakfast.