Last~Ch.1 Ali's pov: 16 years old. I am 16 years old. And my mom still picks me up from school. I have my liscense!! Just got it, but she says i still need "practice" before she buys me a car. I dont even have a car. More less drive places. I usually walk to and from school, but today it was raining. I have an umbrella but my mom insisted she come and get me. My bestfriend jenna would take me home, but she doesnt get her liscence for another week. We were born a week and a half apart. One more week riding with my mom. I can make it a week i hope. I turn the radio on and my mom turns it off
"Mom!!". She sighs. "Ali not today i have a headache and the rain isnt helping." I hate when she complains. Its annoying, if you had a headache then you shouldnt have picked me up from school and let me walk. I guess its nice she didnt want me to walk in the rain but still. I stare down at my phone, scrolling through instagram seeing all the people posting pictures about going too the game tonight with their friends. Football is a big deal at our school. Im startled when my mom gasps and our car is slid foreward by being hit from behind. My mom hits the steering wheel, cursing under her breath. The rain lightens up as she steps out of the car too go see the driver who hit her. I descide too stay in the car. I crack the window too try and listen, but cant hear. I look in the mirror and see a black car with tinted windows. It looks alot like ours. A boy steps out of the drivers seat. Of freaking course. Hundreds of people in cape cod massachusetts, and its Harry Styles. Best player on the football team. Hes very well liked in school. Ive never spoke with him, i dont think he even knows who i am. We have a class or two together but we dont acknowledge eachother. I step out and walk too where my mom is. Harry and my mom are looking at the damage, which isnt even that bad. Just a scratch on both of our cars. Ive never been this close too harry but now that i am, his arms are inked with black, and he has a very thick british accent. Its kinda nice. He apologizes to my mom and she smiles at him and tells him not too worry. She suggests he pays more attention. "Mom oh my god." I say quietly. Harry laughs a little and my mom defends herself as only trying too help. I look up at harry and hes looking at me. Hes in his football jersey. Our school colors are blue and white. I actually like our school colors, our mascot is the dolphin. Only because were so close too the beach. I smile at him and look down. The last thing i need is Harry Styles telling all his friends that he had a fender bender with me and my physco mom. "Im so sorry for scratching up your car." He pulls at his wallet and gives my mom a 100 dollar bill. Holy crap. My mom tries too hand it back too him but hes already in his car driving off. She smiles and we get in the car. "I saw his jersey, he goes too your school. Are you guys friends?" I laugh and shake my head. She nods and begins too drive. "He just gave us 100 dollars, im not using this too fix up a scratch." She hands
Me the money and tells me
To give it back too him at the game tonight. "Mom i wasnt planning on going." She laughs. "Alinna grace you need to get out of the house and have some fun for once." I roll my eyes. I have fun, but i dont think watching football games is fun. She pulls into our driveway at our white two story home. Its actually very beautiful. Ive always liked our house. I walk inside and dad is sitting on the couch talking with my older brother Scott about the football game tonight. Scott is a brunette, with green eyes, tall, muscular,and very popular. Hes in 11th, Harrys grade and they play football together. My dads "pep talks" are always harsh. So i wouldnt call them pep talks. I walk upstairs too get dressed for the game.
My room is beside my little brothers, Caleb. Hes in the 7th grade. Hes a typical 13 year old boy. He has blonde hair, green eyes, and hes short. Hes a baseball player and hes pretty good. I look into his room and hes playing xbox with his headset on, talking too his friends. "DUDE LOOK AT THE FINAL KILL." He yells into the headset. I laugh and he turns around. "Ali what!!" He says.
"You goin too the game?" He shakes his head. I nod and shut his door and walk too my room. I get dressed pretty fast and walk downstairs. My mom descides too stay home and have dinner ready for us when we get back. Me and my dad and my brother get in the car. Of course i have too sit in the back. The ride is silent so i text Jenna
*You better be coming too game, if not im gonna be alone*
I look out the window at the streetlights that pass by. I instantly remember the 100$ bill my mom told me to give back to Harry. Im not sure when i will give it too him but i guess i'll try. Ive heard bad stuff about him but he seemed nice talking too us so i dont know. I guess you cant always believe what u hear. My brother turns around and asks how my day was. "Good i guess." He smiles and nods. My brothers very nice too me usually..sometimes. Just depends on his mood. "I heard you and Styles and mom got in a little accidient." He says. My dad scoffs and me and my brother laugh. I nod. My dad pulls into the big parking lot by the stadium and we get out. We begin too walk to the gate, as were walking i get a text back from Jenna.
*Nope grounded-_-, made an F on Math test. Srry, Ttyl*
Great so that means she wont be here and im alone. I wish my brother goodluck as he walks over too where his team is stretching on the field. Me and my dad go find a seat in the stands. We sit in front of the 50 yard line on the top. Just so he can see everything. He loves too try and coach Scott but hes really just sounds mean. Me and my dad dont have a good relationship. Me and my mom have a good one but me and my dad..not really. He only really cares for caleb. Me and scott could die and he wouldnt notice probably. Besides he wouldnt know who to yell at about football. The announcer guy person that sits in the box above the stands begins to speak. They call out the names and numbers of the boys from our school on the team since its a home game.
They get too my brother finally.
"Number 7, Scott Brown." My dad claps and a few other people. I look down at my phone, already bored. When i hear, "Number 14, Harry Styles." Everyone stands too their feet clapping and cheering. Hes a big deal at our school. I find myself standing up clapping for him myself. My dad gives me a weird look and i quickly sit down, silently praying he wont ask what that was about.
