What should I name my fanfiction?

I have no clue what to name it. It's going to be about a girl who meets her love (harry styles) who helps her through her seizures at school. I've only written the first chapter. Here it is.

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My iPhone vibrates and blares the "marimba" ringtone I have set for my morning alarm. I turn over and groan. Where is my phone anyway? My small fingers fumble through the blankets, groping for the device. I want so badly to find it, only so I can shut it off and fall back asleep. I finally pull it out of the tangled sheets next to my pillow. It takes almost every bit of me to resist hitting snooze.

I collapse back onto the mattress and stretch. It's 6:00 am on a Monday, again.

My feet lazily stumble over the carpetrd floor in my room and hallway towards the bathroom. I blindly feel the wall for the light switch, and flip it to the on postition. The bathroom lights are almost unbearable as I turn the shower knob to the right. I close the shower curtain and steam immediately starts to fill the small room as soon as I shut the door.

Quickly, I peel off my t-shirt and Nike shorts. In seconds I'm listening to my favorite artist and massaging shampoo into my long, brown hair.

"I never would've thought that… Feelings could get thrown in the air. 'Cause, I accidently caught that. I need some new boxing gloves… " I sing along with Tyler the Creator. Not exactly the perfect role model, I know. But that's what I get for jumping on the average tumblr girl bandwagon.

Before I know it, it's already 6:20. I can't take quick showers whether I'm listening to music or not. I step out of the shower and pull on my robe. My dripping hair is pulled onto the top of my head in a towel wrap. Rubbing my neck as I step in my bedroom, I yank my school uniform out of my chair. The unflattering red, blue, yellow, and green skirt is reluctantly pulled up my thin legs, and I carefully button up my white blouse. I loosely tie my white converse left-handed.

For the next 40 minutes I dry and flat iron my hair, apply makeup, and pack my backpack. I have 5 minutes to catch the bus. As I'm brushing my teeth, I hear my name being called from the kitchen.

"McLean, come get breakfast!" yells my mother.

"Mom, I can't. I don't have enough time!" I yell back, trudging through the dining room. I poke my head around the corner and peer into the kitchen. Muffins and pancakes are sitting on a plate in the middle of the island. She peers up at me over the rim of her reading glasses, her eyes full of doubt.

"You know you have to eat. You know what will happen. Did you take your medicine this morning? Did you take it last night? Don't skip anymore doses. You know double doses aren't going to help-"

"Mom!" I interuppt. "Calm down. I'll take it right now."

"Chloe Camden Carroll. Don't you tell me to calm down again, or I'll take your phone. Now hurry, before you miss the bus."

"Didn't you just tell me to eat?" I wiggle my eyebrows quizzicly.

"Yes, but I'm not driving you. I just got home from work. Now go," she demands.

"Love you too, Mother," I say sarcastically as I walk out the door.

I'll give you a few:

"Another Direction".

"Chloe"

"A Chance at Romance"

"A Girl Like Me"

Maybe you could try something like 'Love Through Pain'? Or maybe something like 'A Light in the Darkness'? Sorry, that's all i can think of. I'm not really into 1D, but I still wanted to help as a fellow fanfictionist. Maybe if i read a little more, i'd be able to think of something