Broken

How it all started

How should I start this? Well let me introduce myself I'm Karma. Yes, Karma. I'm 19 and I live with my best friend Diana in a little flat in downtown London. I work at Starbucks not your dream job but at least it's something. I have every girls dream hair. Those perfect defined curls that look like you used a curling iron. My eyes are the thing I love most of myself they're this mixture of grey and blue with yellow around the iris. I'm your average teenage girl. Well, that was in till I met Harry Styles.

Let's talk about the day I first met him. It was just another day for me. I woke up late and was running late to work. I quickly put on my uniform and applied a little mascara and was out the house. I was speed walking down the street and glanced at my watch and realized I had 2 minutes to get to work. So I sprinted down the remaining 3 blocks and ran right into someone. You're probably thinking that it was Harry but it wasn't it was actually a young woman. She was in her mid thirties but had a flawless looking face. I apologized and was on my way inside when she grabbed a hold of my wrist. "Young lady" she said I turned around and apologized once again and told her I was late for work but she didn't release my wrist. "Where do you work" she said in her thick British accent. I simply said "Starbucks now Ma'am I really have to go" but she still had a firm grip on my wrist. Then she said something I never would've imagined. "Have you ever considered modeling" I was shocked I was average looking and insecure of my own body like most girls. I replied with a "No Ma'am" and she scolded me for calling her ma'am she said it made her feel old to call her "Emily". She gave me her card and told me to call her as soon as I got off work. That's what I didn't do. Maybe if I would've just called her I would've never met him and saved myself the heartbreak. Maybe I wouldn't be here under my blankets crying my heart out. Maybe I wouldn't be broken.