Beautifully Broken (harry styles fan fiction)

chapter two

TORI'S P.O.V.~

"Who did your hair?" Alice asked, as I slipped on my black converse by the front door of our tiny house.

I was wearing a black tight fit shirt and jeans, and my blonde hair was braided to the side. I had applied light makeup. Of course, I wore my converse.

"Me, Alice. Who else would?" I said, rolling my eyes.

Alice sighed. "Tori, stop being so goddamn hateful. I know that you are under a lot of pressure, but that gives you-"

"Today is my first day of work, okay? I want to look nice. I am trying not to be snappy and rude, but I would like to be there on time. I don't like being late," I replied, cutting her off.

Sighing, I walked out the door.

Today was my first day of work at the cafe in town. The bitches that worked there had glared at me as if I were something on the bottom of their shoe when I applied for the job.

Walking down the stone pathway leading from the small house that I shared with my aunt, I began to make my way down the street.

The cafe was about five minutes away from our house. I didn't have a car, and Alice would never let me use hers. She was...uptight. Not mean, just uptight.

I arrived at the cafe, called Ella's Café, and opened the door, shyly looking in.

A bitch with blonde hair, wearing a white shirt that was low cut, snarled her nose at me. I walked in, found an apron, and tied it around my waist, beginning to take orders. I had all my training, and I knew exactly what to do.

I began to make my way to a table, where an elderly couple had just walked in.

"I'm getting those tables."

I turned around slowly, facing the blonde, who had her hand on her hip.

"Okay. Sorry. Didn't know," I stammered, and walked back to the kitchen.

A girl with pale skin, and dark hair looked at me from behind the counter.

"Don't worry about her. She's screwed up, she doesn't know how to treat people," the girl said.

I rolled my eyes. "I can tell. I'm Tori.."

The girl nodded. "I'm Carolyn."

The day continued, Carolyn and I discussing our hobbies and favorite breakfast foods,  typical small talk.

"I can send you the details of the lunch schedule, so we can work around the bitches," Carolyn offered.

"Yeah, that would be amazing."

Writing down my number on a small piece of paper, I handed it to her and smiled.

"I'll send it to you tonight!" Carolyn said, smiling brightly.

After the work day was over, I hung up my apron and walked home. After answering Alice's million questions about how it went, I went to my room. I changed into a purple t shirt and black leggings, climbing into my tiny bed. When I rolled over to go to sleep, my phone began to buzz.

I didn't recognize the phone number that was calling me, but I pressed the answer button. I figured it was Carolyn.

"Hello," I said.

A voice came over the phone. "Hey! This is Carolyn. My data is screwed up so it won't let me send you the schedule."

There was a loud sound in the background, like blasting music.