Forever Alone
Chapter 1
You loved him from the first second you laid eyes on him. His blue eyes were just so beautiful that they could melt any girl’s heart if they were ever to be laid upon a girl. His hair was always perfect even when it is messy. He had a wonderful sense of humor and he was just so caring from what you could tell. He was just everything you wanted in a man. You wanted him to be yours yet there was one major thing blocking you from this fantasy. Yes this is a fantasy of yours. You fall so deeply in love with someone that he doesn’t even know that you exist. It so happens that he is in one of the world’s biggest boy bands. He is so famous yet here you are sitting on your computer scrolling through twitter seeing what fans tweet them or watching videos of them on YouTube. You spend most of your time watching all their videos that they have ever made. You have pulled all nighters just to watch their twitcam where they really do nothing except play video games. You had enough of this life. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You realized after all the thousands of tweets that you sent him that you would never get a reply. Fans left and right on your timeline were getting follows and replies back yet there you were non-existent to him. You had to share him with millions of other people. You were done with this life. You had to focus on your studies and move on. Of course you will listen to their music but you won’t go ape shit over twitcams or new videos. You will just calm down and start to drift away from that life style you have known from long ago. Could you really do this? Could you?
-Some Time Later-
You are almost done with completing your college education getting your degree in Education. Ever since you were a little girl you wanted to be a teacher. You were studying over in England because your university had a campus over in England. Your parents agreed to let you leave America to come and study here. It was the best decision of your life. You planned on renting an apartment with your two best friends who were also studying at this university. You guys all had different majors. You guys were going into London today to go apartment hunting and to do a little shopping too. Your friends and you could never go anywhere without going into a few stores just to browse not buying anything. Occasionally you guys would buy some things but you were tight on money being a college student and all.
After spending countless hours apartment hunting you found the perfect apartment. It had three bedrooms so you would each get your own privacy. The only downside is having one bathroom. ONE BATHROOM for THREE GIRLS. You had a previous experience with living with SIX girls which included yourself and that was harsh enough. You could make it with three.
Your friends wanted some coffee so you volunteered to go fetch some. There was a coffee shop down the street and you really liked that place. You have been there once or twice, maybe even more. You walk out of your newly bought apartment and go down the hall to the elevator. Your apartment was on the third floor and you were feeling extra lazy and didn’t want to walk down the stairs. The doors opened up and a nice looking blondish-brunette stepped out of the elevator. He smiled at you as you walked into the elevator. He had two bags in his hands. They looked like department store bags. Why does it matter? You got into the elevator and hit the button to go down. You exited off the elevator and made your way to the door. You walked down the street to the coffee shop and got the coffees and headed back to your new found home.
Once you walked through the doors your friends told you that you guys were going to throw a party. It was a home warming party. Supposedly they met all the neighbors and they were all quite young. They were around your age so this party wasn’t going to be boring. There wasn’t going to be no old ladies showing you how to knit a sweater while they reminisce about their grandkids, Johnny and Bobby Sue. Tomorrow you guys were moving all your things in and then the day after tomorrow the party will be held. Wait…Who was coming to this party anyway and how did they meet all the neighbors in the twenty minutes I was gone?
-Two Days Later-
The night arrived for you and your friends party. You were more than excited except there was one problem. You didn’t know what to wear. Not being so fashionably inclined you asked your friend to help you. She was the fashionable one out of you three and she always knew what colors went with what. If it was up to you, you would just throw on a pair of jeans and a colored tee. Then again your friend would yell at you and she would throw some sort of outfit you would never be caught dead wearing. In the end she decided on a fancy looking top with a pair of dark wash jeans. She didn’t want you to be overdressed and she didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You were not one for dresses.
After all the things for the party were placed around the room you guys waited for the party to start. Since the drinking age is 18 in England you guys had a bunch of booze which meant that you were going to get wasted. You were a drinker and so were your friends. That’s why you guys get along so well. Your one friend got all the booze and placed it in the fridge. Your guys’ food spread was spread out like spreading butter on bread. You guys were just waiting for these so called neighbors. What if your friends scared them away? They weren’t the most normal people but that is why you like them.
You and your friends weren’t like normal girls. You guys didn’t sleep around. You guys knew your limits when it came to guys and when there was alcohol involved you guys normally watched out for each other. You guys were something else. You guys were perfect for each other. You guys were meant to be.
As you were thinking in your thought bubble here about your friends you realized that there were people in your home. You scanned the room and there were an even amount of girls and boys. You grabbed yourself a beer from the fridge and opened it up. You sat on the stool you had near the counter and rested your back against the counter. You scanned the room watching your friends mingle and make new friends. You liked talking to people but you hated approaching people first. You took a sip of your beer and figured that you give it a shot.
You hopped off the bar stool and started going around introducing yourself. You were one of the hostesses after all so you had to be polite. Plus since you will be living here for quite some time you needed to make new friends and get to know everyone.
You followed in your friends footsteps and followed them around the room. You were like a lost puppy but you didn’t care. You were smart enough to realize that you shouldn’t go in your friends’ opposite direction causing havoc within the room. You shook hands with everyone there trying to remember their names. As you came to the last person you recognized that smile. You recognized that hair. You recognized that voice. All your memories came flooding back as you just stood their frozen.
You realized after all the thousands of tweets that you sent him that you would never get a reply. Fans left and right on your timeline were getting follows and replies back yet there you were non-existent to him. You had to share him with millions of other people. You were done with this life. You had to focus on your studies and move on. Of course you will listen to their music but you won’t go ape shit over twitcams or new videos. You will just calm down and start to drift away from that life style you have known from long ago. Could you really do this? Could you?
-Some Time Later-
You are almost done with completing your college education getting your degree in Education. Ever since you were a little girl you wanted to be a teacher. You were studying over in England because your university had a campus over in England. Your parents agreed to let you leave America to come and study here. It was the best decision of your life. You planned on renting an apartment with your two best friends who were also studying at this university. You guys all had different majors. You guys were going into London today to go apartment hunting and to do a little shopping too. Your friends and you could never go anywhere without going into a few stores just to browse not buying anything. Occasionally you guys would buy some things but you were tight on money being a college student and all.
After spending countless hours apartment hunting you found the perfect apartment. It had three bedrooms so you would each get your own privacy. The only downside is having one bathroom. ONE BATHROOM for THREE GIRLS. You had a previous experience with living with SIX girls which included yourself and that was harsh enough. You could make it with three.
Your friends wanted some coffee so you volunteered to go fetch some. There was a coffee shop down the street and you really liked that place. You have been there once or twice, maybe even more. You walk out of your newly bought apartment and go down the hall to the elevator. Your apartment was on the third floor and you were feeling extra lazy and didn’t want to walk down the stairs. The doors opened up and a nice looking blondish-brunette stepped out of the elevator. He smiled at you as you walked into the elevator. He had two bags in his hands. They looked like department store bags. Why does it matter? You got into the elevator and hit the button to go down. You exited off the elevator and made your way to the door. You walked down the street to the coffee shop and got the coffees and headed back to your new found home.
Once you walked through the doors your friends told you that you guys were going to throw a party. It was a home warming party. Supposedly they met all the neighbors and they were all quite young. They were around your age so this party wasn’t going to be boring. There wasn’t going to be no old ladies showing you how to knit a sweater while they reminisce about their grandkids, Johnny and Bobby Sue. Tomorrow you guys were moving all your things in and then the day after tomorrow the party will be held. Wait…Who was coming to this party anyway and how did they meet all the neighbors in the twenty minutes I was gone?
-Two Days Later-
The night arrived for you and your friends party. You were more than excited except there was one problem. You didn’t know what to wear. Not being so fashionably inclined you asked your friend to help you. She was the fashionable one out of you three and she always knew what colors went with what. If it was up to you, you would just throw on a pair of jeans and a colored tee. Then again your friend would yell at you and she would throw some sort of outfit you would never be caught dead wearing. In the end she decided on a fancy looking top with a pair of dark wash jeans. She didn’t want you to be overdressed and she didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. You were not one for dresses.
After all the things for the party were placed around the room you guys waited for the party to start. Since the drinking age is 18 in England you guys had a bunch of booze which meant that you were going to get wasted. You were a drinker and so were your friends. That’s why you guys get along so well. Your one friend got all the booze and placed it in the fridge. Your guys’ food spread was spread out like spreading butter on bread. You guys were just waiting for these so called neighbors. What if your friends scared them away? They weren’t the most normal people but that is why you like them.
You and your friends weren’t like normal girls. You guys didn’t sleep around. You guys knew your limits when it came to guys and when there was alcohol involved you guys normally watched out for each other. You guys were something else. You guys were perfect for each other. You guys were meant to be.
As you were thinking in your thought bubble here about your friends you realized that there were people in your home. You scanned the room and there were an even amount of girls and boys. You grabbed yourself a beer from the fridge and opened it up. You sat on the stool you had near the counter and rested your back against the counter. You scanned the room watching your friends mingle and make new friends. You liked talking to people but you hated approaching people first. You took a sip of your beer and figured that you give it a shot.
You hopped off the bar stool and started going around introducing yourself. You were one of the hostesses after all so you had to be polite. Plus since you will be living here for quite some time you needed to make new friends and get to know everyone.
You followed in your friends footsteps and followed them around the room. You were like a lost puppy but you didn’t care. You were smart enough to realize that you shouldn’t go in your friends’ opposite direction causing havoc within the room. You shook hands with everyone there trying to remember their names. As you came to the last person you recognized that smile. You recognized that hair. You recognized that voice. All your memories came flooding back as you just stood their frozen.
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