What an Atypical Totally Abnormal Girl Wants

My totally abnormal 'first' time

I wake up to the most throbbing headache and morning wood I've ever felt. I force my tired eyes to open, taking in my surroundings. All I see is white. White walls, white sheets, white curtains. Except for the fresh roses sitting in a vase. I realized. They're bright red. The sight of red made me remember back to yesterday. Or was it the day before? I'm not sure. Ugh. I flashback to my bathroom, remembering my feeling of hopelessness and the intention of killing myself. I was too scared to do it though- I couldn't cut deep. And certainly not in the same way as my veins. I remember feeling tired and having a huge headache, so I took about four sleeping pills. I wrote a suicide note, in hopes of my father getting sent to jail and only briefly mentioning my bullies saying "they know what they did." I couldn't bear to write it out. That, and it somehow didn't feel right. I started playing my Chemical Romance and the lyrics reminded me of why I wanted to die in the first place. But just as I was about to work up the guts to actually kill myself, the sleeping pills seemed to finally take effect. I passed out in a few seconds. I guess I'm sort of disappointed to have woken up. Most people wouldn't be, but I'm not like other girls in that way. I ponder to myself about how my name, Darkness Thunderstorm, suits me so well at this moment. My shoulder doesn't hurt anymore. The doctors must have fixed it, now all I feel is the pain of my everlasting existence. I re-enter reality when the door quickly opens. A lady in a nurse uniform comes in.

"Oh good, you woke up. We ran a couple of tests on you when you were up. You didn't OD on the pills in question, nor where the cuts on your arm that deep so you're alright. We noticed you're lacking iron in your body though, so the doctor will be here soon to give you some supplements for now. You were supposed to be released when you wake up"

"Good. I hate hospitals". It reminds me of death and my brother. The nurse gives me a sad smile.

"My dad's not here, isn't he?"

"About that... Darkness, your father's in jail. Your boyfriend brought your letter you wrote into the police and got him arrested. He's serving five years."

"Who am I to live with? I'm only sixteen!" I panic

"You would've gone into foster care, or really, you briefly did, but I am more than happy to tell you you've already been accepted into a lovely and caring home. The people who adopted you are more than financially stable and all in all good people. You're a lucky girl"

I scoffed. Lucky. Suddenly, her other words hit me. "My boyfriend?"

"Yes dear, that lovely boy who's been waiting all night for you to wake up. He was worried sick." she was interrupted with a knock on the door, following by, to my surprise, Calum's entrance. "Ah, there he is. Well, I'm going to leave you two to talk. You gave him quite a scare. He's a keeper." The nurse says with a wink before leaving the room.

For a moment, Calum and I just stared at each other, holding eye contact. His black hair was disheveled and he has bags under his eyes, presumably from a lack of sleep. His piercing brown eyes were so intense, I had to look away. I had so much to say to him and nothing at all at the same time. He opens his mouth to say something, but seems to decide against it and closes it.

"Why. Why me." Was all I managed to ask.

"Because I love you baby girl. I couldn't admit to it before and I resorted to bullying but after yesterday, thinking you died and all your scars, I can't pretend anymore."

With that, I started crying. Why was I so lucky? Girls like me never are. "Don't cry baby girl. I hate seeing you cry". He proceeded to lick my tears away. One got on my lips though and he did something that took me completely by surprise. He put his mouth on mine. His lips started moving against mine roughly, as if Calum needed my touch, my kiss. His tongue brushed between my lips, forcing my lips apart. Our tongues fought for dominance. After a few minutes of persistence, he won. He proceeded to crawl on top of me and yanked my hospital nightgown off.

I break away from him for a second. "Callum, do you have a condom?" "Don't worry about it" he said between kisses. "I basically had an operation. I can't have kids." I sighed in relief against his lips and with that, he pulled his pants and boxers down in one go.

 "Will anyone walk in on us" I whisper.

 "I locked the door, don't worry." He says. "Stop talking and kiss me. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this for." Without warning, he shoves his considerable length inside me, tears start pouring from my eyes. 

"Calum I..." "Shhh baby girl, don't worry. I'll be gentle. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I know it's your first time."

I stilled momentarily. Oh, Calum. I didn't have the heart to correct him and nodded with a smile. "Thank you for being so considerate," I say

I should probably take a minute to describe what I'm wearing. The nurse tried to give me a hospital gown, but the blue is too unflattering and makes me look fat. I put on my skinny jeans and Fall Out Boy band shirt instead. I'm not like other patients.

I snap back into reality with Callum's next words: "OH MY GOD DARKNESS" with that, he collapsed on me.

I start to panic. "Calum are you okay? Are you hurt?" He looks up and gave me a lazy smile. "I just came". I check at the clock hanging on the wall. It's been one minute and forty seconds. "You came?" I clarified. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. 

At least he popped something.

 With that, he gets dressed, gives me a kiss on the mouth and unlocks the door. He turns to me and says, "see you later baby girl" and with that, he leaves. Huh?

I already missed his absence and my new nickname, "baby girl" from him. Beats my old nickname "slut bitch" by far. I could get used to that. Although, what was up with leaving so soon? Did he just want me for a quicky? No you idiot, he told you he loves you.

Suddenly, four large men and one small guy walk in the room. They're all wearing sunglasses. Three of them are wearing leather jackets and tight skinny jeans and the other two are wearing a Canadian tux-a jean jacket paired with jeans. A shiver goes down my neck. Who are these guys? Why are they here?

"Who are you?"

Just then, the tallest guy looks at me and says, "Hello Darkness. We're your new adopted fathers. My name's Harry" and with that, he takes off his sunglasses. I cough to hide my gasp. "Harry Styles?"

One Direction adopted me?