Crazy, Stupid, Love (A One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 1 - It's not real!

I opened my eyes as the light from outside hit my face. I put my duvet over my face, but somehow I fell off my bed and landed on the floor with a 'thmp'. I groan as I feel a bit of pain on my hip. 

"Alex! You're awake!" My aunt, Blaire, yells while she was walking past my room.

"Hey Blaire!" I say from the floor. Aunt Blaire is 18, just like Carter and I. I moved in with her, because my parents believe Manchester has better education than London, and I'm basically the future of the family, so they sent  me to get even more educated than I already am.

I have been the class president ever since I can remember. I was always the smart, well educated one, and Carter, well Carter was.. the pretty one? Carter always got the guys, she's popular, beautiful and beyond! She's perfect! Well, except the fact that she's the reason why blonde jokes where created. Get it? The point is, she's blonde, beautiful and dumb..

"Alex get up! I made pancakes!" Blaire came in my room, and jumped on my bed, as I drooled on the wooden floor.

"ALEX! THAT'S NASTYYY!" Blaire yelled. I laughed and got up from the floor. Aunt Blaire ran downstairs to get the best pancakes and call 'dibs' on a celebrity she would see on those magazines she always waists her money on. 

I turned around and looked at a mirror that hung on my closet door. Man, did I look horrible. My curly blonde hair was everywhere, I had drool stains on my cheek, and my face looked.. horrible.

I ignored my disgusting reflection and ran downstairs to the pancakes. "Aww, how come I get the burned, crappy pancakes?" I whined.

"That's a life lesson for ya! If you don't run faster you'll get the burned pancakes, and the fastest runner will get the golden brown pancakes.." Blaire said, trying to be dramatic, but failed. She had a milk mustache. Not so dramatic now, is it Blaire?

"You have a milk mustache!" I laughed at her and pointed. "You are so rude sometimes." She wiped her mustache with her sleeve.

I put the syrup on my burned pancakes, got a cup of milk, and digged in my pancakes. 

"Are they good?" Blaire asked with her eyes wide. "They're burned!" I complained.

Blaire shot me a glare as I took another bite of my pancakes. "If looks could kill!" I giggled, almost chocking on the pancakes. "You'd be dead in a second." She laughed with me.

The phone rang and I shot up to get it. 'Moo' the phone displayed. It's my mum, I accidentally typed in Moo when I saved her number, and Jordan thought it was funny, so I kept it. 

"Talking about dead!" I said and rolled my eyes. "Why'd you say that?" Blaire asked, walking up to me. I can hear her Ugg boots squeaking against the marble floor.

"I don't know.." I said quietly, as we sat in silence.

I broke out of my thoughts, and handed the phone to Blaire, "You answer it!"

She took it and looked at me with a 'you're going crazy' expression. She pressed the green button, put the phone against her ear, and turned her back to me, like she always does when she talks on the phone.

"Yes, this is she." Blaire said into the phone. "What's wrong Cindy?!" She screamed at the phone.

That's when I knew something was wrong. What was wrong? What happened? I need to know, now! 

I moved over to look at Blaire's face. It as pale, full with tears,  her mouth was wide open as her hand covered it, and she was weakly holding my phone. 

That's when I was sure something was wrong.

"Y-Yes, yes. I'll be sure to tell her." Blaire said, as she hung up and started to let the tears stream down her face.

"What's wrong, Blaire?!" I yelled. I was already crying. I was thinking of the worst. 

"It's C-Carter.." She stuttered.

"WHAT ABOUT CARTER?! SAY IT, BLAIRE!" I cried. 

"S-She.." 

"SHE WHAT!?" I was getting frustrated.

"SHE PASSED AWAY, ALEX! She passed away.." Blaire cried.

"W-what?" I sat on a stool, and ran my hand threw my blonde curls. I was imaging everything.. but that.

I cried on the stool, as Blaire patted my back and whispered, "It'll be okay, Alex." 

"NO IT WON'T! ONCE SHE'S GONE, SHE'S GONE! She can't come back.." I whispered the last part.

"They need you to go. Her funaral is in 3 weeks. Your train leaves tonight." She put a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Okay.." I whispered, still crying.

                                                               -Later That Night-

I stood in front of my closet door, starring at my reflection on the mirror. I sighed as I reached out and turned the doorknob. I picked out my best clothes, and best shoes to put in my bags. Once I was done, I sipped up my bag and sighed loudly. 

I sat on my bed, that had a light blue duvet on it, and took out a photo album from my bed side table.  I opened the album and stared at the first photo. It was a picture of Carter, My mum, My dad, Jordan and I. We where in the hospital. It was when Jordan was born. Carter and I where 4. My dad and mum where smiling widely, Carter and I where making funny faces, and Jordan was.. being a baby..

"Knock knock, you almost done?" Blaire asked quietly.

"Yeah.." I replied, putting the album behind my back.

"Your train leaves in a hour, meet me downstairs in 10 minutes so I an drive you to the station." Blaire half smiled.

"Okay.." I whispered, not bothering to look up at her.

She walked down stairs as I fixed my pony tail. I put my hands in my jacket pockets and examined myself. I was wearing a baby blue tracksuit, white converse, and my hair was tied in a pony tail. I sighed and grabbed my luggages, but then I remembered. What am I going to where to the funeral? 

I remembered when I was 16 and Carter took me shopping for a dress, it was for a school dance. 

                                                         -Flashback-

"This one, Alex!" Carter picked up a white dress. "No!" I groaned.

"Why are we here?" I groaned again. "To buy you a dress for the dance!" Carter smiled at a pink dress, then frowned as she got closer. 

"This one!" She picked up a black dress. It was beautiful.

"That one." I smiled.

                                              -End of Flashback-

I never went to that dance. I had to take care of 12 year old Jordan. I smiled as I pulled out the beautiful black dress, that was wrapped in a plastic bag, and took the hook, to then put in in a extra luggage. 

"Alex!" I heard Blaire yell.

"Coming!" I yelled back as I picked up my luggages and walked out of my room.

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What did you guys think? There's already drama in the first chapter! 

Blaire will be back in the funeral chapter! 

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-Nat xx