A/n: Hey guys. So this is my first fanfic, so give me some time, and be patient, I have a lot of this story mapped out and im really excited to write it. But its pretty late so i wll upload chapter 3 tomorrow. Make sure to read chapter 2 as well. VOTE if you liked this chapter and i guess there isnt much to COMMENT on, but if you want to, tell me something you liked or if you're glad im doing a FanFic! Thanks Lovelies!
Chapter 1:
“Anticipation is the best alarm there is, and it shook
me awake before my phone even had the chance.” ― Lisa Schroeder
When I open the door, I wince as the cool morning air of early August rushes over my warm skin, sending chills down my spine and goose bumps all over my body.
As I quietly close the front door behind me I check my phone for the time. 5:00 am. I quickly walk to my car that is parked in the drive way and throw my bag onto the passenger seat. After I back out my car I look one last time at the house to see any sign of someone being up, worrying where I am, but once again I see no one. Today, I have school. Today, I’m not going.
As I pull out of the gravel parking lot, my phone begins to beep; alarming me I have a new message. When I see the message from Mom, I close it. She just hasn’t found my note. I grab my bag and step out of my car and begin to walk towards the water. I cannot feel the sand because I forgot to take my shoes off.
I finally reach the water, and I feel instantly better than I had this morning. I loved being near water, even though I don’t come here often. I throw my bag down onto the sand and take off my shoes, cursing myself that I forgot my sandals. As my feet come into contact with the sand, I sit down near the water so the water only touches my feet.
My phone begins to beep again. This time the message is from Brooklyn.
Where are you?
Where am I? Why did I come here? It seemed like these questions never left my mind, and today it was my goal to make them at least disappear for a few hours.
I continue to stare at the waves as they roll onto the shore and splash against my feet. Taking a deep breath so I can spell the salt from the water, I finally relax. Letting my troubles wash into the ocean along with the sand as the water leaves my feet. This is definitely what I needed. I had been so stressed lately and I needed to clear my head. But nothing lasts forever.
The waves crash against my feet, bringing my problems right back to the surface where I’m certain they will stay. Sighing, I stand up and brush the sand off my legs and my bum. I grab my bag and as I sling it over my shoulder a shiny black object glistens in the sunlight. Quickly pulling it from my bag, I back up a few paces and sink down into the sand on my knees and snap a picture of the sunrise. Beautiful, I think. Glancing at my watch I decide I should probably be heading over to Natalie’s place. I say my mental good bye to the beach as I stroll back towards my car. I wash off the sand before I step inside my car and throw my bag into the back- being careful not to break my camera.
It’s not a long drive from the beach to Natalie’s house, but I don’t mind driving. It allows me to think. It allows me to clear my head and just let my mind wander. Growing bored with the silence, I decide to turn on the radio. I instantly recognize the song; I’ve heard it a thousand times. It was What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. I want a fan really. I only knew this song and who sang it because Natalie loves them. She is always describing to me what they look like and who she would like to meet. I think she says one of their names is Lewis. But I’m not completely sure because I never fully listen. And then there’s the one she constantly talks about Holly. What a weird name for a guy. Like what the hell were his parents thinking naming him Holly. But then I remember I never pay attention, so hopefully his name isn’t Holly. Just yesterday she was daydreaming, hoping that one day she will meet them, and get a kiss from Holly- Err whatever his name is. She is such a hopeless romantic.
Before I know it, I’m already at my sister’s house. I don’t even get a chance to open my door before Natalie bursts out of the door and runs over to my side, waiting for me to open it. She’s jumping up and down trying to hold her excitement- for what? I couldn’t even guess. Uneasy about it, I step out and awkwardly smile at her. “Hey Nat.”
“SKY!! IM SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE!!” She screams and wraps me up in a hug, squeezing the living daylights out of me.
“Yea, Nat. Um….I… Can’t breathe.” I choke out. She lets go instantly apologizing as she does so. “So, what’s gotten into you this morning?” I say smiling. But right when I say it her smile vanishes and she looks away.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Skyler… Not a clue.” She opens up the car door and grabs my bag and then smiles up at me. “Let’s go inside. It’s chilly.”
I raise my eyebrow, questioning her, but she just heads up her porch steps and walks into her house. I sigh and follow her into her kitchen.
“Tea?” She asks, turning around to face me. I nod in response and sit down at her table, staring at me hands. Its silent as Natalie makes our tea and after a few minutes she walks over and sits mine in front of me. I say nothing as I take a hold of the cup and bring it to my lips, allowing the warm liquid to run down my throat, soothing my body. We sit in silence for who knows how long until Natalie decides to speak.
“I know what today is Sky. It must be hard for you, surely.” She says while placing one of her hands on top of mine. I grin back, even though she could obviously tell it was fake. “I just wish, we could rewind you know? Like none of this even happened… Like-“
I cut her off. “But it did happen Natalie. And it’s my fault…” I trail off and the room is silent. I keep hearing myself say the words I have said for years. It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault.
“It’s my fault…” I say barely above a whisper and a tear slowly falls down my left cheek. I can feel my eyes stinging, telling me more tears are about to come.
As soon as Natalie sees the tear falls she’s instantly at my side. He brushes the tear away with her thumb and takes my hands.
“Skyler, look at me.” She says. When I don’t move my head she says it louder, commanding me to listen.
“It is NOT your fault. Okay? You were young, and it’s not your fault the car flipped and-“
“But it IS my fault dad is dead!” I shout at her. I stand u abruptly and move over to the counter, leaving Natalie crouching beside the chair at the table. “It is my fault he is dead. Stop pretending like it’s not Nat. It’s all my fault…”
Natalie does say anything. She just comes over to me and puts her hand on my back, rubbing comforting circles into it. After a few seconds she turns me around and pulls me into a hug. And as my sister hugs me, I finally allow my tears to escape my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Lens (A Harry Styles FanFic)
FanfictionMy eyes grew wide as I noticed someone had written in my journal, How? I have no clue. I flipped open the page to reveal the scribble at the middle of the page. “I don’t know how to contact you anyway else. I have been watching you. I see you come...
