I'd Do Anything (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

*Holly's Pov*

Another day of walking in this damn heels down the streets of Holmes Chapel. Why my boss made me where these heels was beyond me. Not to mention the short skirt, tight shirt uniforms. We were just waitresses for God's sake, and they take us to be low-life sluts. This is only the start to my not very exciting life. 

I go to school here in Holmes,  studying to be an english major. I loved to write. Any chance I got, I would write. I wrote about the dumbest things sometimes, but I didn't care. My writings were usually for no one to read. 

I finally reach my little apartment in the middle of town and my feet are completely numb. I unlock the door and stumble through the door. I kick off my stubborn heels into the corner by my front door. 

I walk over and collapse onto my couch. Nothing feels better then this couch to be completly honest. 

*Harry's Pov*

I worked beind the counter placing tuna crunches, cream horns, brunch pastries, vanilla custard slices, and shortbread onto their designated trays as the customers ordered. I was not complaining about this job at all. I was only 16 (almost 17) and I had just been stepped up from the cleaning duty. I use to have to mob floors and clean dishes. 

I finish up my shift and head to the back to hang up my apron and get my coat. I hang up my apron and wave to the other staff members as I exit the bakery. Personally, I loved this job. 

I head home to my mums house. I didn't mind the walks to and from work. They usually were used for me to clear my head on whatever I happen to be thinking about that day. The breezes refresh me from being in that hot bakery all day. 

I tromp through the streets of Holmes Chapel until I finally arrive home. I open the front door and walk in to see my mum making us dinner. She seemed to always know what I was in the mood for when I came home from a day at the bakery. And today, it happened to be my mums delicious cooking. 

I walk over to my mum and kiss the top of her head and grab a plate and start dishing the food onto my plate. I sit down at the table and start to demolish the food. My mum sits down next to me and asks how my day was. 

This was a typical day at the Styles House.