Snapshot - (Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 1:

A/N: So this is my new Harry fic. I've been planning it for a while and I've finally got round to writing it so I thought I'd post it.

Its a little wierd as I haven't wrote in ages, but it feels nice to get back into writing.

I will try to post a chapter every week either on Fridays or Saturdays, either one, it will be up; I'm determined!

And also big love to my friend Abbie ('readmelikeafanfic' if you wanna check out her fanfics) for making me the book cover for this, thankyou!

I'm kinda scared to post it, but here it is, tell me what you (honestly) think, please, because I am trying to improve.

Hope you enjoy it, all the love in the world - Lucy xxx

Ellie's P.O.V

The sound of my alarm clock pulled me from my bed, as I adjusted to the morning light that was crawling threw my windows. I sat up in bed, pulling my brindle curls back behind my ears, and rubbed my eyes continuously. I scanned around the messy flat, still half awake, until my eyes met my calender that was placed above my desk. Today was the day of days, the first day of the rest of my life, whatever you wanted to call it, but really all today really was, was the first day of my new job. I had finally been accepted, and as I made my way out of my bed, I couldn't be happier.

I made myself some breakfast before I decided to have a shower and do my hair, all the while I couldn't stop thinking about the amazing things that were about to happen on this day. 

I fumbled around in my wardrobe for a while before finally deciding what to wear, I didn't think it would be this hard but there wasn't really a dress code but I figured everyone there would be wearing a nice casual, but smart outfit of some kind.

I finally decided on a blue dress that stopped just before my knee, and complemented my curves perfectly. I looked in the mirror at myself before leaving, and decided to leave my wavy, brindle hair down. It landed just below my waist so it made the dress stand out more, and too making my hair look longer next to the racious dress.  I glanced up to my eyes, checking my eye liner was equal on both sides, although I was never happy with them. The coldness of my aqua blue eyes stood out to me, although you could not see the blue in them hardly, due to my pupils getting increasing larger because of my lack off sleep. I decided I would stop off at Starbucks on the way down, to cure my tiredness on my first day.

I grabbed my keys and backpack that was waiting for me on my table, and headed out of my flat. I glanced down the never ending stair case that lead to the busy streets of London. There seemed to be more and more each day, and going down them was hard work for me, due to my clumsiness, so I would probably fall over my own two feet every now and then. I knew then I really shouldn't of brought a flat on the top floor, and live in a flat building with no lifts, but that was typical me.

As I stepped out of the door way and into the streets, I instantly felt the warm wind brush my hair off my shoulders, and even though it was a warm day I felt goosebumps make its way over my bare arms until they finally stopped at my wrists.

I walked down the street, one foot in front of the other, all the while focusing on getting to work and seeing everyone there. However, as usual my thoughts soon slipped from thinking about work to thinking about life, to everyone all around me. I didn't understand why people would yell and say rude things to one another this early on in the day. Every single person that was beside me in their vehicles that was too, making their way to work this morning, didn't exactly care for anyone around them. They didn't care if they were having a rubbish morning or the best morning of their lives, all they seemed to care about was getting to work, to being there, not the journey, just the destination. I watched and I watched at men and women who would swear at people for pointless things, things that didn't matter, and I tried my hardest to see sense of it all, but I really could not imagine why people would be that mean and inconsiderate to people for things such as, driving too slow, or learning to drive, just pointless, petty arguments that would ultimately get them nowhere. And as I thought of these things, and as I watched these things happen I decided to note them down in my notepad, in case they wanted to use it at work one day, because I feared the people who were saying these things didn't actually know how stupid and pointless they seemed.