Effective Love

She spent her days sleeping; travelling away from the hell hole she saw as her life, her depressive thoughts would follow her in her dreams. She was trapped with no way out. The moments that she opened her eyes, her body was filled with depressive emotion; she would block everything out to a point where she was empty. Every day she would take the time to write out her thoughts, only her heart was too fast for the pen that she used, gripped down onto the paper of her diary. Everything she wrote was a mess, it didn’t make sense. Alone, empty and depressed, no one understood her.
My names Diana ‘her, it, that thing’ they would call me, everywhere I turn I have eyes scrolling over me. I feel so insecure in my own peach skin that I hurt myself because of it. Every night when my family are asleep and it’s just me and the world, the crystal clear night sky hovers over me and my thoughts only to sweeten my surroundings with blissful noises. It helps me to clear my mind, the night, the darkness. It’s where I belong.
I don’t have many friends, a few maybe two or three at the very most. I fail at most of my subjects and my looks, well there not exactly the best, at least that’s what I’m told by most people from my school. You know... those people that are shoved so far up themselves they can’t even walk in the straight line? Yeah them. Anyways I am quite tall, I have blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, I’m quite girly but sometimes can keep it edgy and don’t get me wrong I’m not a nerd or anything, I just like to fit in. although that is extremely hard these days I’ve managed to find a preference that I’m happy with.
***I get home from school around 3:30 pm on a sunny Monday afternoon; I hang up my bags down onto the wall pegs and head upstairs. I finally reach my bedroom, the only place where I feel safe, surrounded by my posters of my favorite band. One Direction. I lie swiftly onto my twin sized bed and snuggle down next to all of my teddies and pillows I have that rest against the wall. My mind crowded with thoughts, I’m just about to drift off when I hear my step mum call up to me ‘Diana, get down here and do your chores for me will you. Do something right for once child!’ I get up and immediately stride down stairs into our living room where I am provided with a long list of jobs for me to do around the house. I sigh loudly so that my step mum can hear me and bow my head down to read the list that said;
**‘Chores;
Wash the dishes,
Iron my clothes,
Do the laundry,
And pick up your fathers mail from down the road. Oh and don’t take forever. We’re going out at 7 for dinner.’
DIANAS POV**
I walked down the stairs promptly as she gave me the list of chores I had to do, there was so many! Why couldn’t she do all of these things she was the adult and it’s not like I get paid for doing any of this, all they ever do is abuse me! She gave me a glare, so I had to buck up my ideas and get started on it or she’d just have ago at me and I really didn’t want to deal with that at the moment. Once I had done everything that she had asked me to do and she still didn’t look satisfied with my work. TYPICAL!!
*3 hours later*
With sweat pouring off of my forehead, I got in and went straight up to the bathroom where I turned on the shower and started to undress myself. I stepped out of my school clothes and walked into the steaming hot shower where I allowed the water to run down my body. I lathered my hair with my Pantene conditioner to make my hair all shiny and soft. Just the way I like it. After about 20 minutes I was done, I moved out of the shower, reached for a blanket soft white fluffy towel and went into my bedroom to pick out my outfit for tonight.
I didn’t know exactly where we were going out but I decided to dress up anyway, trying to make myself feel good for once instead of being a mess all the time sounded like a good idea to me. So in the end I decided to wear my slim fitted black laced dress with my pearl earrings and expensive necklace to go with it, I paired this with my nude heels and light makeup. I sat down to curl my hair, I placed my curling iron typically onto my dresser and switched it on, as I made myself comfortable I turn on my take me home album by One Direction and happily sung along to the song ‘summer love’ whilst waiting for it to heat up. I ran the wand through my soft blonde hair and grasped the curls in my hand before letting them fall gently, I did this for about 15 minutes and then it was done.
I turn everything off and made my way down stairs, I was greeted by my farther. A tall slim man with a huge ego and a big nose (HAHA). I didn’t get on with my farther much, he abandoned me at a young age but randomly decided to come back into my life and take me away from my mother when I was only 13 years old. He has emotionally and mentally abused me for years and is continuing to do so, I’m sure he enjoys it. He looked me up and down then his eyes met mine where he smirked ‘good evening Diana, are you ready?’ he questioned. ‘Uh-h yeah sure’ I mumbled whilst looking down at the ground; the sight of their faces glaring at me made me feel uncomfortable. I grabbed my purse and made my way to dinner. I sat into the car and grabbed my phone, the screen lit up and a slight noise escaped from the speakers
‘Twitter: @Harry Styles- Out for dinner tonight, not feeling to good’.
As the words passed through my mind, my smile dropped Harry was possibly the sweetest most amazing person I have ever heard of and I’d hate for him to upset. We finally arrived at the restaurant, as I quickly sent harry a tweet back to potentially comfort him we entered the restaurant and got seated by the waiter. The entire meal I was being lectured by my dad and step monster about my grades at school and how I’m a horrible daughter, I silently zoned out from their harsh voices and entered my own world filled with music that spoke my feelings and pictures of the boys. Things that I enjoyed because them speaking certainly wasn’t one of them. For a split second I spotted in the corner of my eye, there was a tall dark curly haired boy standing at the door way, he wore a tight white v neck t shirt and black skinny jeans. His dimples appeared as he looked over and smiled. I suddenly snapped back into reality‘s**it that’s… that’s Harry!’ I thought loudly and my reaction showed my excitement, he strolled over to us and was seated right next to our table; I could feel myself blush. Throughout the entire meal I would notice harry peering over at me every so often, I tried to ignore him but my excitement overcame me, as I continued to eat my meal I quickly glanced over to him. Our eyes met and before I knew it I was dreaming into his pierce green eyes. They were so beautiful; somehow I built the courage to smile at him. I gently lifted one edge of my mouth up into a friendly smile where he replied with a smirk, he winked at me whilst doing so and my heart dropped far into the stream of my stomach.

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