I WOKE UP, FEELING REFRESHED and relaxed from my blissful slumber. Raising myself up and off of the mattress, I stretched out my limbs and smiled in content. I didn't know how Zayn and I were going to stay together, but I knew that if we really tried, we would make it against all odds. Moving his arms up and off of my waist, I tried to be careful, not wanting to wake him up yet. When I pulled the covers back and opened my eyes, I was shocked to see the sight before me.
And the sight wasn't the room of the motel Zayn had carried me too.
The first thing I saw were the One Direction posters tacked and hanging on the walls with the dark colored dressers and items scattered around the bedroom. The walls were a lavender color and the carpet was a light gray, making me feel suddenly relaxed. I was back at home, in my own bedroom. It all came back so fast, I wanted to jump up and down in joy, but cry in sadness at the same time. My heart crashed into my throat as I immediately turned around to see who was wrapping their arms around me.
It was my sister Marissa.
At first, my heart shattered into millions of pieces as I realized that it was all a dream.
No, it wasn't a dream. It was reality and that star gave me the chance to live out my dream.
Smiling with tears in my eyes, I shake my head of those obscure thoughts and decided to go on through the day like my normal fifteen year old self would do. I had grabbed some clothes from my small closet and ran into the bathroom in the hall. As soon as I shut the door, I saw the reflection I had missed so dearly and it made more tears of joy run down my cheeks. A joyful sob left my lips as I covered my mouth. My hair was frizzy and all over the place like it had always been. My cheeks were slightly scattered with the curse of pimples and so was my forehead. My boobs still had some developing to do and my body was a little bit overweight with that muffin top I loved and missed.
Somehow, someway, I got back home and I am forever grateful . . .
I really didn't care about my looks anymore since I already new I was going to be gorgeous in the future (as long as I took care of myself, that is).
Running the water, I quickly stripped and got into the bath. I took all the time in the world and relaxed. It felt great to have no worries again. When I was done, I left my hair alone, missing the curly frizz that drove me insane. I slipped on a tank top and a button flannel, leaving it open. The jean booty shorts reminded me that I had already shaved my legs. I smiled as my hair got into my face and I pushed the curls away a second later. My eyes traveled around the hallway as I looked at all the pictures of my family. Finally, I made my way down to my bedroom to find a sleeping Marissa. Laughing quietly at the sleeping beauty in my bed, I shook my head and slipped on some socks.
I had decided that today was going to be the day I would get over One Direction for good.
Normally, I would never think or say such a thing, let alone carry out the job.
Marissa grumbled something about the light burning her (which made me think if a certain video diary of the boys) as I opened my curtains wide, letting the sunlight cast through. "Rise and shine Mars, today is gonna be a beautiful day!" I smiled back at the shining sun and looked down at our neighborhood, can't believing that I was missing all of this and took it all for granted. I truly did miss my fifteen year old lifetime.
Groaning, Marissa looks up at me and she has a look of shock on her face after looking at the alarm clock next to my bed. "You, up? At," she looks over at the alarm clock next to my bed, "seven in the morning? What has gotten into you Vallin," she grumbles sitting up.
Smiling at my dramatic twin, I can't help but say, "Well, let's just say I'm getting over a certain boy . . . Along with a certain boy band," I was already making my way across the room to the other side of the bed to open up the widow there too, letting some light in my bedroom (which I never use to do). "Oh! And I'm thinking about repainting my walks too. Maybe a splash of paint here and there, and then adding a few of my favorite quotes too. I could even change up the color scheme. Ooo, maybe I could even paint a few things on the walls! Do you think mom and dad will let me do that Mars?" I looked over at my sister when I was done with the widows and saw her looking at me in disbelief with her mouth hanging open.
She gave me a once over and then hopped out of bed. She grabbed me by the shoulders and started to shake me really hard. "What have you done with my sister? Who are you? Gimme back my twin!" she attempted to slap my cheek, but I pushed her away. She still looked cautious of me and I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction of the new and improved me.
"Marissa, it's me babe. I'm Vallin, you're twin. Now go get in the shower before I push you in it," I joked with her, letting a smile take over my lips.
She continued to look at me and then got off of my bed to leave my room. Before she left, she looks back at me and asks, "Vallin, are you sure you're okay?" her voice was filled with concern and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Never better." she gave me one final look before exiting my room.
Sighing happily, I pick up my laptop (surprised to see that it's not dead yet) and spot the picture of Zayn and Perrie. My heart drops a little, but I smile anyway and continue to clean my room.
I got my time with him, now I don't have to fawn over him anymore . . . I just hope Perrie doesn't brake his heart.
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It's been a full two weeks since I've had that crazy (but wonderful) "dream". The boys (meaning Alex, Justin, Jackson, and Marc, not the other boys) were curious as to why I had given up One Direction so easily and abruptly. I had told them that my reality caught up with me and my future was more important (which it was). Justin was sad to hear me say this because (and I quote) he 'didn't get to tease me enough about them and Zayn'. I had laughed at him and shook my head, just carrying on, trying to find some paint in Walmart. The boys had managed to get themselves kicked out that day, so I had to look for a color to set my room on my own.
It was not fun, let me tell you.
There were just so many paints and colors that I finally just gave up and picked a nice red for my room. My mom and dad had said that it was okay to paint my room and do with it what I want since they heard from Marissa that I was over 'that boyband'. I guess they were just grateful that they didn't have to hear about that band anymore (well, besides from Laney's constant yapping about them). And Laney was so mad that I didn't like them anymore, she stopped taking to me.
But then (me being the brilliant person I am), I gave her all of my One Direction merchandize and she forgave me right away.
Now, I was in my room, painting over my red walls with my art, whilst listening to some Taylor Swift (my iPod was on shuffle). I had to move all the big things in my room out into the hallway (which was okay since I was the last room down the hall) so that I could paint and do my thing. I had already successfully drawn (and painted) a few birds flying from an open cage on one of my walls by using the help of some stencils.
I had written some quotes in cursive (and plastered on some too) onto my walls, trying to remind me to be happy, think positive, and never give up. There were a few pictures I had gotten and put up around my room that attached to the walls. There were even four of my favorite poems (or some lyrics) on each of my walls. I had smiled at them every time I had come in here. Since Marissa and the four boys had helped me with painting and whatnot, we had a lot of fun and laughs.
We even put our hands in different colors of paint and stuck our handprints on the wall, along with our signatures.
Right now, I had been painting the Zap! from the bottom of my board above where my headboard would go. I was working on the outline and letters when my little sister came running in. "Vallin! Vallin! Vallin! You will never believe what I just saw," Laney exclaimed in excitement. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had on some jeans and a One Direction t-shirt. Her tablet was in her hands and I couldn't help but wondering what One Direction have possibly done now.
"What is it Lanes?" I asked, continuing to work on my piece if art. I could tell whatever she was so excited about something, it just had to be One Direction related since she always comes to me now whenever there's something new going on with them.
She squeaks in excitement and runs over to me and hugs onto my legs, making me almost lose my balance and mess up my artwork. Before I can scream her name, she says, "Zayn's not with Perrie anymore! Can you believe it? They were fighting about something and then the paparazzi overheard some of the conversation, and you'll never guess what it was about!" I got down off of the low stool and put down my paint brush as she was saying all this.
Yes, it was a surprise to me that Perrie and Zayn have broken up, but it didn't matter to me anymore what he did. He was still handsome and he was in my top ten (but had been bumped down a couple slots since I saw this cute new boy at my school) so I did look into him every once in a whilst, but never really paid attention to his love life (anymore, at least).
I was about to guess when Laney cut me off. "She cheated on him! Can you believe it? Now you've just gotta go out with him so that I can meet Harry!" she was jumping up and down in my room, acting all crazy-like.
I shook my head at her and smiled. "Laney, I'm not a hard-core Directioner anymore. I'm sorry but I'm just not into them like I use to be," I gave her a gentle side hug to try to cheer her up. She looked sad at first but then brushed me off and skipped away from my room, going back to whatever she was doing before she interrupted my art session.
Rolling my eyes at her (she was going to be such a Drama Queen like Marissa) and got back onto the stool so that I could finish up my picture. When the song 'Kiss You' came on, I couldn't help but sing along. When I finally finished my painting, I smiled at it as I stepped back and nodded at it, thinking it was perfect.
Just like how my life now has turned out.
But I can't say the same thing for Zayn though . . .