My eyes fly open because of the loud knocking at the door. I groan and move away from Buttlord who doesn't look like he was awoken like me. I stand still in the center of the dark room and wait for the banging to stop. I roll with my eyes at the perssistant person on the other side of the doors.

"Stop already!" I scream and cross my skinny, hairy arms across my breathing chest. Loud banging suddenly comes to a stop and heavy doors start to open, revealing a person I have a feeling I know. Its face appears in a pointing light that came from somewhere. And then, I  remembered. It was my dad. Drunk dad but still, he came to rescue me from this hell room. He was panting heavily and I started to worry for his own health. The second he lays his red eyes on me, he comes closer and gives me a tight hug.

Smell of awful liquid that gets you drunk was oozing out of him, but I don't mind, I cuddle my head in his moisty neck. And we stand there like two idiots in the center of the room hugging and exchanging love we deserve. Soon, he was the first one to pull away from the hug and stare at me. He motiones with his head that I should go out of this room as quick as possible, before the masters return. So I do, I immediately turn my head in dad's direction to see if he is following.

He isn't. Why would he stay there?! Can at least one book be smart or anything? I bent down so my knees are touching my chin and wave with my hand for him to come with me when he has a chance. But he sways with his head and takes a seat beside a dirty wall. Damn and his stubborness. I roll with my eyes once again and start to run like crazy for the salvation that free world offers. 

My legs started to ache as I never lost my pace. I turn left and escape the horrible street where that house stands proudly. I come to a full stop and lean on the brick wall to catch a breath. Why would he stay there if he had a chance to escape along with me? I guess that is how books work, you have to sacrifice yourself to free the other. Well, that can not be more stupid than I know. I wave with my hand and start to walk towards my house, but I am currently very lost and enormously hungry to walk such a long path. 

On my own luck, I see a gas station in front of me calling me to spend some money on gracious food as always. Happily, I start to move my legs in a direction where that gas station takes place and before I know it, I am inside taking so many stuff that two arms can not hold propertly. I guess I will be able to carry them on my journey home. Then, out of the blue, I remember I have no wallet nor the money to buy all these things. Damn, I am so stupid. People should really put me in Guinness book of records for stupidity. 

I only take a small sandwich and imagine I had money to buy this little smear of food. I reach down in my pocket and there it was, money for this food, then I also remember earlier that day, a girl from my new class said some kind of curse and I was able to do stuff. How could I be so dumb and forget? I instantly imagine my dad beside me and later on I feel a strong grip on my shoulder, I jump out of my pants and there he is, standing drunk beside me, smiling idiotically. 

I am so happy to see him, even in this kind of state, he is here, healthy and alive. I can do anything what my mind wants. So I imagine One Direction, next second they are in front of me doing a concert on this gas station. I quickly pay the sandwich and rush out of the little market. Billion of girls are in front of them threatening to tear them into parts. Somehow I break throught the crowd and take a place right in front of loving Harry Styles. Even if I want to, he would make eye contact with me. I wave with my hand in front of his face and he finally realises that I was standing right in front of him. His green eyes are looking at me and he no longer sings his lines.

Suddenly, he loses his balance and falls on his knees, he is looking directly in my own two orbs and I feel kind of attacked by his staring. Many of girls are trying to get to him, but something was keeping them away, along with other boys. It is like, there are only the two of us falling in love with each other with every passing second. And we do, because while he is staring at me, I feel deep inside me that my heart took a blanket and covered itself, which means that I am in love with this mess of curls. 

I bent down on his level and hug him, which he returns gladly. I really hope we will last. Without any other word he kisses me and stands up along with me, we spin around and decide it's the best if we leave and we do. All this time he iss holding my hand, not intending to let it go, I don't want that either. We will be the best couple and people will admire us and our compatible beauty. 

"Girl, I want to ask you something," He says as we stop our walking. I tilt my head up, because he is really tall and I was like, minion. I smile at him showing my yellow-ish gems and he somehow notices that. He reaches down in his pocket and pulls out a toothbrush and a little bit of toothpaste and brushes my teeth. That is so romantic of him, I pull out a mirror from somewhere and look at my reflection. I am magnificient and my teeth are so white. Never have I ever had that. 

"Thanks. By the way my name is Eva Mangal, in case you are wondering. And go ahead ask me," I say in one breath which makes my neck vein pop out. He throws his equipment for teeth care and ruffles his locks quickly. He seems very nervous, I try to give him courage with a blowjob. And it worked. 

"I wanted to ask you if you are willing to change your last name into Styles?" He breathes out the question I wanted to hear since I was in a kindergarden. My jaw drops and touches the concrete bellow us. 

"OMG! ICB!* OF COURSE!!" I yell and hug the shit out of him.  We kiss passionately and go in the nearest Church to get married. I so love this guy. 

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In case your heads are wondering what ICB means I will be more than glad to explain it in a very short line. 

*ICB- I can't believe. 

You are more than welcome to use it in private conversations or in a real life. 

Because, you know, YOLO. 

Orrr.... Life is too short to use whole words.