Marigold

Marigold’s pov



Here I am, doing well for myself. I’m leaving alone, supporting myself, I’m in one of the best universities in the country, I don’t commit illegal activities but nobody cares. Sometimes I feel like no one cares about me. I’ve always felt like that. Like I was different, but I couldn’t figure out what. Later I found out that I was such an outsider within my own family, because I was, even genetically, nothing like them. I’m not adopted if you’re wondering. That was a guess of mine, but that was thrown out of the window when I realized that my twin brother, Linden, looked just like everyone else in the family. I was the only one that looked different.

My hair was shorter and had tight (NATURAL) curls, my entire face didn’t have one similarity to my mother. She, Rosemary, was the one that all my other siblings resembled. From her light loosely waved hair, to her lighter alder toned skin, to the shapes of her fingernails. I had nothing in common with any of them. I was, strangely, the only one that got more of my father’s genes that anyone else. I looked just like him. My hair, my skin, my face. Everything I got from him or his side of the family. I even got my height from his side of the family. I’m 5’3!!! All my siblings and mom are all at least 5’6.

I’ve grown used to them not caring about the things I do. It’s not like they hate me, they love me. I couldn’t even talk to boys at my high school, because they all thought I was ugly compared to my sisters. I’ve had one boyfriend in my life and he ended up cheating on me.

I took it hard for a while, but I’m over it now. I don’t really care anymore. I have enough on my plate. I don’t need a boyfriend just sitting around stressing me out more than I already am. Some people are just plain whiny and annoying. They don’t do anything but sit there.
I want one though. I want a boyfriend to be there when I need them. I want someone to hold me and tell me everything will be okay. Someone to kiss me and let me know that I am the only one for them, but that won’t happen. I have too high expectations. I have HARRY freaking STYLES and the rest of the ONE DIRECTION gang to blame for that. I love One Direction. I love them!! I love all of them, but Harry is my favorite, so I mainly focus on him. I Stan the other boys, but at the end of the day (great song) He is the one I think of laying in bed at 2:34 am, keeping me from going to bed, when I know damn well I have to get up at 6:00 am.

I’m not one of those new fake fans either!! I didn’t just discover them. I’ve been here for YEARS!!! And I don’t regret anything I’ve said or done in their name.
They did this to me. I’ll talk to a guy and think he’s nice and start thinking ‘Hhmmmm.. this isn’t how Harry it Liam would have spoke to me. This guy is dead to me now.’

Yep. They ruined my love life before it even started. I was 12 years old when One Direction started, and I’m twenty now. I love them so much, I don’t even think of it as an obsession anymore. Let me tell you, I used to be OBSESSED!!!! Everything they did, I was all over. I was so far up their ass, anything they did, I turned into the proudest mom ever. The song lyrics sum up my situation, “You know I’ll be your life, your voice, your reason to be” and I don’t regret any of the time I spent on them when I could have been studying.

I just wish one day, I’ll find myself a Harry Styles to be with. That won’t happen, because he is the one and only true god like Harry Styles. *sigh* “I just can’t let ‘him’ go”.

Notes

Hi!! New 3rd chapter. I deleted the old one. I like this one better. I apologize for spelling errors. Please vote and comment your thoughts. Thanks for reading.