"She had a tattoo of a heart so majestic that rested delicately on her chest like an impenetrable shield protecting the castle of her most fragile organ and deflecting any love that might catch her at first sight."
- Marc Razon

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I run out of the shower. Well, more like speed walk very carefully hoping this is not the way I finally die. Soapy water drips all over my hardwood floors as the phone rings for the fourth time in a row. I had been perfectly content with ignoring it the first three times but the good human in me had started nagging, wondering if it was an emergency.

I clutch the phone with my wet hand, sighing heavily, the thinly veiled frustration bursting out when I see the caller ID. "Someone better be dead or dying or I swear to god, Addy!"

Adelaide, my best friend since the early days of teacup parties and diapers, shrieks at the other end of the line. "Sierra, you will never believe what you just landed!"

I groan, wiping away soapy streams from my forehead before they drip towards my eyes and begin to sting. "It better be the bloody English throne because I was just about to slip and land on my bathroom floor!" I huff.

Despite the frustration of being disturbed during my treasured bath time, my heart starts to pound erratically. It just might burst out of my chest cavity and run away if she says what I think she is about to say.

"M! Management just called in the boss. You're the new makeup artist and designer for Five Seconds of Summer!" She screams and I am pretty certain in that very moment I went deaf in my right ear. The phone slips from my wet hand and I fumble to catch it before it hits the ground.

Addy continues to yell and I collapse onto the chair of my vanity, letting out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in. "Is this a prank? Am I being punked right now?" My chest tightens, hesitating to let my hopes skyrocket right through the roof.

"This is not a prank! They loved your work and really, Sierra, we all know what you can make out of scratch. We are so celebrating tonight!" She squeals, banging at something loudly in the background.

It slowly sets in. A painful drag of reality, and then an instant pop of the slumber I've been in. Shivers of excitement begin to run down my spine. I put my head in my hands, staring at the soapy water dripping onto the floor a drop at a time with widened eyes.

"This is really happening..." I murmur, my mind couldn't formulate this in an instant. I had just left work an hour ago having worked all through the night and gotten into the bath in the hopes of soaking away the exhaustion and the stress. No one tells you just how taxing the fashion industry can be. But I never lied to myself about it, I knew it would wreck me and I let it with open arms.

I'm pulled back from my momentary distraction with a jolt to hear that Addy is still speaking excitedly on the other end. "I'll be there in an hour, love, do not fear for I shall rescue thee! Just. Keep. Breathing!" Addy instructs and the call drops suddenly.

This is why she was my best friend, she understood my levels of functioning without me having to explain them to her.

I sit there in the complete silence of my apartment, staring down at the phone in my hand, water dripping down my body and not entirely sure how to react any further. The sun was rising outside the windows, casting its warm glow into the room and chasing away the shadows.

Makeup artist and designer for one of the biggest rock bands in the world right now? I doubted that they even needed a designer since all they ever wore was unwashed denim and black leather.

But this was all my hard work finally paying off. This was what I had hoped for every single day of my life as I spent the countless, sleepless nights worrying about my next project. Something that could get me on the move again. I loved my job dearly—the stress included—but these days I just didn't want to remain in the same place for long.

To do and achieve something greater.

The universe has never been this kind to me before. I never got this lucky. Not me, with my nervous hands and frantic mind. I usually had to stress over it for a good while before it came to fruition.

I circle my thumb above the numbers on the screen and mindlessly dial a number that I can only vaguely remember the order of now. When the line doesn't connect as it was disabled years ago, my vision blurs a little and I shut my eyes tight, fighting off the wave of sadness that threatens to overtake me. He would have been ecstatic hearing about this.

"I want you to be great, Sierra. I want you to be happy."

I get up off the chair with a sigh and put the phone down, whirling around to face the mirror. I stare at myself, wrapped in a towel with soapy water pooling at my feet and my hair limp. There was no room for things I couldn't change. Not anymore.

I let it in; the warmth of happiness, this distant feeling that I had been searching for. A slow smile spreads across my lips and the thought of a new beginning snuggles safely into the centre of my mind. Finally, I am here, and it is more than enough.

Authors Note:

This is my first story ever, so please bare with me. The start of the story will be a bit slow.
Five Seconds of Summer exists as a band (YES I AM AWARE THAT THEY AREN'T A PURE ROCK BAND) in this story but it is not happening in real time either as I have made the boys a year older than they really are. The picture on top is Emilia Clarke who will be portraying Sierra McKinnon, you can view the rest of the cast in the information page.
This book deals with mental disorders and may contain mature content. This is purely a work of fiction and everything is written by me unless I state otherwise.
Hope you guys will love reading this story as much as I love writing it, it is very close to my heart.
- Ry x

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