The Record Shop ( Harry Styles fanfiction)

Hi, my names Jessie , Jessie Parker and I live in London with my mum and older brother Jake ever since I was born . Im eighteen years old and I work in a small record shop called 'Tom's Records ' a couple of blocks away from where i live . Ever since I worked there my boss had been giving me flowers and gifts with notes on them . My boss would tell me that a young boy had asked him to give the gifts to me . I would open the cards and they would usually have little quotes and messages telling me that he thinks I'm beautiful and things like that . Over the weeks the boy had still been giving me these gifts , one every day

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I woke up to my mum laughing downstairs . I slowly got up and walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror , my hair was all scruffy and I had bags under my eyes . I didn't really care much since It was a Sunday , at least I thought it was a Sunday . I scrambled over to my phone on the bedside table and unlocked it to check the date , " Shit ! " I cursed out loud as I saw it was a Monday , far I hate Mondays they're the worst day of the week . I quickly showered and dried my self . I applied my make up ( only a few layers of mascara and some foundation ) and I picked out some red jeans and a black and white striped shirt to wear at work . That's what I loved about work , there was no uniform since I did work at a record shop . As I jogged down the stairs into the kitchen I saw my mum sitting on one of the stools reading a magazine an talking on the phone . I decided not to bother her and just quickly grabbing an apple and giving her a kiss on the cheek before running out the door . I walked towards my car , gripping the handle and opening the door placing my handbag on the seat next to me and I started up the engine.

Whilst I was driving I was wondering whether I would get another present and letter today ? , who am I kidding of course I would get another one he's given them to me everyday for 2 months ! . I desperately want to know what he looks like and what his name was at least , so I could thank him for all the gifts he brought and the beautiful letters he wrote me. My train of thought was stopped a I drove in to the car park at the back of the shop. Parking in my usual car spot I grabbed my bag off the seat and placed it on my shoulder, slamming the door locking it and walking into the shop.

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Hey guys so what do you think of the start:) this is based off a idea I had when I was eating dinner ! aha wired right?

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