Head First [Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfic]

~Prologue~

"Um hi, do you have um... any, like, One Direction stuff?"

I looked at the pre-teen girl flatly.  Today was definitely not my day.  She turned and giggled to her equally pre-teenish friends, and I took the moment of privacy to roll my eyes.  The loud girl turned back to me with expectant eyes.  I felt like bitch-slapping her in the face and screaming, "YOU SHOULDA HAD A V8." 

Taking a deep, long breath, I looked her square in the eye.  "This is a grocery store," I silently applauded myself for my outstanding patience. "You could try the One Direction store down the street." 

My eye twitched as another round of shrill-like giggles threatened to shorten the life of my hearing. 

After some very subtle whispering, "Well she's a useless knob.", "Someone's got her knickers in a twist!" and even a very mature "She's a mental American.", I decided to speak up. "We're closing in a few minutes." 

They looked at me for a second, and I stared back at them, unfazed.

"We'll take these."  The tallest one nearly sneered, throwing a couple gossip mags on the counter between us.   I quirked an eyebrow at her, ringing them up and carelessly throwing them into a plastic bag, sliding it across to them.  

My whole being screamed hallelujah as they exited and I quickly followed, closing the door behind them and turning the "Open" sign to "Closed".

Tough day didn't even begin to describe the number of excuses I had for my bad mood.

Walking to my shift today, my boyfriend called me and told me that we were over.  The day after I had finally said I was ready.  It was safe to say that I can't believe I didn't see he was a total douche bag before that.  Follow that by a swarm of obnoxious tweens the whole day.  

I was too tired to even think about heartbreak. I'd probably do that later, crashing on my couch with a tub of Nutella and The Notebook, sobbing my eyes out.

My eyes narrowed at the sound of shuffling feet in the back of the store.  I wanted to go back and turn the lights back on, but curiousity got the better of me.  What. The. Hell. I fidgeted slightly, slowly walking towards the noise.  Oh god.  What if it was some demon coming to take me to where I belonged?

Yep.  I was going to die.  This is it.  As soon as I reach it, I'm going to get pulled into a deep, dark crevice and never be seen again.  Maybe I should leave a note for my parents back home.  I think they'd be pleased to know that I was thinking of them before I got torn to shreds but a flesh-eating monster.

Maybe I should have been nicer to all those girls.  Yeah, I was a real bitch to some of them.  Karma was turning out to be majorly-

I was cut off by another sound, this time frantic whispering.  Holy shit.  There's someone in here.  Forget being eaten alive,  I'm going to be raped then beaten to death by a gang of deranged men.  This is where it all ends.  Oh my god. 

Well, curiousity killed the stupid American girl.

I'm going to d-

"Hello there." 

"HOLY SHIT!" I screeched at the top of my lungs, grabbing a nearby pan and holding it in front of my body.  Without a second thought, I held it up above my head and came down like mother-fucking bolt of lightning.

"AH!" The voiced yelled after a painful-sounding thump. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!"

What is going on. 

That didn't sound like a deranged man.

I shuffled quickly back to the front door, flipping on the lights and spinning around, still clutching the pan like my lifeline.  Shaking, I turned the corner and walked towards a group of boys all huddled together and bent down. 

"Y-you better-r tell m-me what y-your business i-is here-e." I tried to sound confident and threatening, but ended up sounding like I was speaking while gargling water.

They all turned around, and I quickly counted heads.  Five. 

My eyes wandered to the slightly crumpled over figure, clutching his head.  Ah, my victim.  A pang of guilt ran through me and I bit my lip.  No. No sympathy for the phsycotic group of bandits. 

All was silent until the injured boy looked up at me, light green eyes meeting mine. It took me a while to register, my eyes flicking from his infamous brown curls, slight dimples, and finally back to his mesmerizing green eyes.  Yes, I had seen this face before.  Many, many times.  My heart beat sped up and my eyes flew open in shock.

Oh shit.

I just hit Harry Styles over the head with a frying pan.

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A/N: WHAT DO YOU THINKKK? It's my first fanfic, and I'm really, really excited about it.  I'm really trying to keep it funny and true to the boys.  I'll update as soon as I get my first vote and comment!

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