The Royals (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Emily, you need to get up you're going to be late for school," my mom says.

"Five more minutes,"

"You said that five minutes ago, now get up." I hear the door close so I know she's gone.

I get out of the bed, and head to the bathroom I get into the shower. I go to my closet and find an outfit, do my makeup I chose to go with a more causal chic today a white crop top floral print skirt and my nude Christain Louboutins. I grab my white Chanel bag and hurry downstairs to grab a bite of breakfast.

"Morning sweetie, you should get going otherwise you'll be late."

"Ok," I go give my mom a hug and scurry out the door.

I get into the my white Range Rover that my parents got me for my 16th birthday. In about 20 minutes I arrive at school. I go to find my best friend Melissa.

"Hey Melissa," I call out. She turns around and runs to me.
"Stop running, before you break a heel," We both laugh.

"I haven't seen you all Spring Break, we need to go out for coffee," I say

"We went to go visit some family in New York and Yes, definitely," She says. "Ok, I'll find you after school and we can go to Starbucks," I respond.

The day goes by pretty fast. I go to find Melissa. Once I have, we get in my car and go to Starbucks.

It takes about 10 minutes to get there and we go in I order my usual iced coffee. As soon as I turn around someone runs into me and the drink goes everywhere, especially all over my WHITE Chanel bag, this was so expensive!!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can buy you a new bag now if you'd like," he says. "It's fine ,but yes you can buy me a new bag." I respond

I turn to Melissa and say "I'm sorry but we're going to go to the closest Chanel store so he can get me a new bag, because this bag is absolutely ruined," I hold up the ruined lambskin bag. "Ok, text me later?" "yea for sure, how will you get home?" "I'll call the car service." I nod and turn to the guy and say "let's go, I'll follow your car." He nods.

I walk out the store and get into my car and starts to follow his black Escalade. The store is about 5 miles away. We arrive and before I go in I grab a jacket that I left in my car, because I have a coffee stain on my top.

"Hi Camille," I smile at her,Camille is my moms friend and she works here."Hey Emily, how can I help you today?" "This guy ruined my lambskin bag and I would like another," "Ok, I'll see what I can do," She goes into the back.

"So what's your name," I ask the guy. "Harry, Harry Styles" He responds.

"Nice to meet you Harry, I'm Emily, Emily Johnson," "this guy is really cute," "did that just come out."

"Yes, it did," he chuckles "your not bad looking yourself." I smile

Camille then comes back out with a Chanel box. "Gold Hardware," I question. "yes gold hardware," she laughs. Harry then goes to pay for the bag and we leave.

We're walking back to our cars "thanks for buying me a new bag." "It was no big deal," he responds "how would you like it to go out with me tonight," he questions."

I stand there looking like a complete idiot wondering if I should go on a date with a guy who I just met. I decide to take a chance and say yes. "yes, I will let you take me out," He smiles.

"Tonight at 7, I'll pick you up at 6:30," I nod my head and we exchange numbers and I give him my address.

We then go our separate ways. I get home in like 30 minutes then I remember that I forgot to ask Harry where we were going. So I decide to text him.

"Hey, I forgot to ask you where are going tonight?"he responds moments later "It's a surprise," I sigh in frustration, "but I don't know what to wear," I reply. "Don't wear anything fancy, dress casual " "Um...Ok" respond

It's 5:30, so I put down my phone and go to get ready.

I find something nice to wear a  white tank top, Jean short shorts, my red Chanel boy bag, and my black Christain Louboutin flats.

"Emily there's someone here for you!!" My mom yells. "Coming!" I yell back. I quickly grab my phone and hurry downstairs, to see Harry.

So how did you like the first chapter let me know your thoughts!! Should I keep writing?