Changing Harry Styles

1. Her

As much as I hate it, my life somehow became a cliché.

I mean, how many seventeen year olds get to move to L.A with their single father? I mean, it wouldn't be surprising if I fell in love with a celebrity or became one, that's usually what happens, right?

My dad was an english teacher, who got transfered to L.A to be a homeschool teacher to young musicians and actors who were too busy to actually get off their lazy, famous ass and go to school. He took the job without a second thought, causing me to completely change my life. Believe it or not dad, I had friends!

I was also FINALLY admitted onto a huge animal rights campaign board, but I had to decline because I wouldn't be around to attend the meetings, I almost died of depression thanks to that. I was a huge activist, the world was my passion.

Wow, that was deep.

Anyways, I had to sit through a twelve hour car ride across three different states just to get to Cali, plus a two hour stop at Vegas, where my dad took more than enough shots, so I had to take the wheel.

"That's the beauty about having a daughter who can drive, I can drink on road trips and not worry about it!" He had said with a laugh, while he downed his fifth shot of sour puss. SO he vomited in the backseat complaining about his break up with his recent fling. I was kinda sad about that one too, I liked mommy-to-be nuber seven, while I drove and listened to 84.9, which was a radio station that was made for activists.

We took turns driving the truck that was pulling our trailer full of stuff, while one drove the other slept, so we could get to L.A without having to stop and waste money on motels. It worked too, we bought a dozen energy drinks and two five-hour energy shots to help keep us awake. And right about now, we were drving over a hill into the outskirts of L.A.

"Dad, how much longer?" I whined.

" 'Bout fifteen minutes, do you think you can unpack the trailer? I actually have to work today..." I rolled my eyes. Why didn't this surprise me?

"Fine. But put these on, it's like, seven in the morning and you're still kinda hung over. Oh and no need to thank me." I slid him a pair of sunglasses from my tote. (Made from 100% recycled aterials might I add.) He laughed and placed them over his eyes.

"Thanks Mer." He ruffeled my hair in a noogie sort of way.

"Dad! Quit it!" As much as I hate noogies, I laughed anyways. Then, the station we were listening to began playing Imagine Dragons Leave Me, which was our favourite song. I wasn't big on music (I know, sue me.) But I loved a good Imagine Dragon's song. My dad started singing along, strumming the side of his thigh like it was a guitar.

Take a look inside, I've got nothing to hide, oh no

I'll be around the boys

I've got nothing but time, oh no, oh no

You've got me holding on to nothing, but nothing's all I got

Leave me, Leave me

I'm shuttering all down

You got a tendancy to bring a man down

I give up! I give up!

You gotta get a gun, to make a woman run

We were now pulling into a small suburb, not that I was paying attention, I was singing. Just as Dan Reynolds finished up his song, hitting those last notes perfectly might I add, my dad stopped driving.

"Dad... Why did we stop?" I looked out of my window and saw a row of houses in different shapes and sizes curving around in a cul-de-sac. To my left there was some more. We we're right in the middle of them all.