People change memories don't ( 1D fanfic)

" Everyone thinks they understand me, but they're wrong. They don't. The only person who understands me is myself" I said to Niall as we laid on the ground gazing at the stars.
Meet Charmaine, the street busker and also the girl who was used, misunderstood and judged. But apart from all the shit she gets , she still manages to keep on smiling. But what happens when one day when she meets a blonde blue eyed Irish boy that helps her uncover her insecurities? Will she fall for him? will he like her whilst knowing that his best mate " Harry styles" fancies her too?


1. Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee


Charmaine's P.O.V

"Shit" I mumbled as I walked up to the apartment door. I was holding my guitar with my left hand while my right hand reached for the doorknob, before I twisted it or anything I prayed that Sandra wouldn't hear me coming in. After a few minutes of praying i twisted the doorknob real slowly and gently while tippy-toeing in . When i was finally in the house, i closed the door real slowly and gently again. I looked around the room, Sandra was nowhere to be found. I breathed out a sigh of relief. That was close. I was just going to head to my room when all the lights came on, and there came Sandra with her bathrobe and house slippers. Maybe my sigh of relief was loud. Dammit

" CHARMAINE" she roared, " Where have you been" she asked as she putted her hands on her hips.

" Busking" i answered calmly knowing what she'll say next. " Do you know what time it is?" she asked. I looked at my watched. " 11:30pm" i replied.

" Exactly! Don't you know that is-"

" Yeah, yeah way passed my curfew, I could get raped, or worse killed" i said mimicking her.

" Haha, really funny" she said in an annoying tone. I grinned. You shouldn't go out busking this late though" she said as she followed me to the kitchen.

" I'm sorry Sandra, but Matthew's birthday was coming out so-"

Who's Matthew? she asked cutting me off.

" Oh, Matthew's a little boy from the orphanage. He told me that his birthday was coming up and he really wanted a ukulele so I decided to save up to buy him one" I replied. Sandra smiled.

" That's nice of you Charmaine" she said as she patted my back lightly. " By the way, shouldn't you get ready for University ?" she asked.

" Uni doesn't start till next month and speaking about uni I got accepted to one. i replied. I was just going to take a bite out of my apple when Sandra started shaking me whist  demanding to know where did I get accepted too. Seriously what does a girl have to do to eat an apple in peace.

Sandra stopped shaking me when i pulled out a crumpled envelope from my pocket. It was the acceptance letter.

" Now, I haven't do-". Before i could even finish my sentence she grabbed the letter from my hand and tore it open. She had a straight face on, this cannot be good.

"Charmaine" she said my name aloud. Yup, this cannot be good.

" You got accepted to the university of Oxford!" she cheered. I almost chocked on my apple. " You're kidding right?" I answered. " No, look" she said and showed me the letter

Dear Charmaine Lynn Shaharin,

               We are really happy to inform you that you have been accepted to the University of Oxford. We really hope to have you here till you graduate with flying colors. We hope to see you next month. .......

Oh my god. " Sandra, did u see that? they hope to see me next month!" I said with high tone. I couldn't believe it, I actually got accepted to one of the best Universities in England. I felt so..warm and bubbly , it's been a long time since i felt like that eversince..

My thoughts were interrupted by Sandra when she said " You're parents would be very proud of you, especially your mom".

" Yeah, proud" i replied. I never actually had a close relationship with my parents, they were always working, infact they rarely come home since they're always in overseas for a meeting or project or whatever their doing. So most of the time it has always been me and Sandra, even though she was my nanny I look up to her as a mom, since my real mom was never there.... ever

" They mean well" she said as she patted my shoulder. I half smiled. I didn't know what to say anymore.

I manage to choke out a "maybe" just to get this conversation over and done with. Sandra smiled.

" Well, i'm going to bed" she said as she walked pass by me turning off all the lights leaving me in the dark. I see what you did there Sandra.

" Well good night to you too Sandra Dee" I said. I could hear a faint " good night" from Sandra's room. I smiled and walked up the stairs to my room while humming " look at me, I'm Sandra Dee". Once I got into my room. I changed into my jammies and looked out the window. The great thing living in a penthouse in a classy condo had to be the view. I could see my university to come from my room, I smiled then frowned at the thought about what happened last time to me when I was in high school. Would i actually get the courage to trust people again? I don't know... i sighed and laid on my bed. A few seconds later, i drifted  off to sleep.


Hey Guys!

I hope you like the fan fic! It was a random idea that i had at 2am in the morning so yeahhhh.... oh and please keep on reading :)






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