Ryenne just graduated high school. You would say her name as Reanne if you read it. But you actually say it as Ryan. Ry is her nickname. She has dark brown hair, with dark brown eyes. She is a Hispanic/ British young woman. She is the type of girl who is shy at first, but is REALLY hyper when you get to know her better. Ry is a total Directioner at heart. She has their posters, merchandise, and both albums. She is going to London for a few weeks to visit her Grandparents. She is really excited to meet One Direction at the signing and concert at London. She prays to have Zayn to notice her.
Ryenne's boyfriend, Trevor, is a little scepticle about her going to London. He loves her to pieces, and will never want her out of his life. He has blue eyes, with shaggy, curly tips of brown hair. He has a talented voice, but is too afraid to show it. He likes One Direction's music, but is getting a little annoyed with Ryenne's crazed obsession with them. Espessially Zayn. Ryenne can not shut up about him! But he deals.
*This is my first fanfiction, hope you guys will like it! Give me some advice if you have any. Would love to hear from you! :)*
@RANDOM28lol contacted me with a story idea where they asked if they could write the poems in the story.
I didn't feel like I could write the story they wanted me to but I asked them to send me one of the poems.
The poem inspired me. ❤ So I suggested another concept of the story and they agreed.
All the poems in the story are written by the talented @RANDOM28lol.
Harry has lost his voice. He has been mute for years. Ever since his family was brutally murdered in their home. He suffers from PTSD and survivor's guilt. Thinking that not allowing himself to talk somehow honor the death of his family. It's a lonely life. He has no one to talk to. Doctors and therapists have given up on him. He writes poems as a way to express how he feels.
He also writes at work. Running the gossip section of The Sun is something he despises but he's a journalist and he needs a job. No one tries to talk to him at work either. It's his own fault. But he hates how they go silent and then whisper about him as he enters the newsroom in the mornings. He keeps to himself. Until the new sports journalist catches his eye. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Wonderful smile. To his surprise, the man knows sign language and he's also determined to talk to him.
Life as he knows it changes. It's scary. Will he be able to actually overcome his trauma? Be something more than a bystander of his own life?
Warnings: Trauma, death.