History (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 1

When I was a little girl, I had never imagined that I would be living the life I was living right now. With no dad, and only a single mom, life was always pretty tough.

We weren't poor, but we were no where near rich. Mom had a good job, but she was never really home. She was always at her office, working like a dog to make sure we weren't out on the streets.

I remember I could always hear her crying in the middle of the night. I was supposed to be asleep, but I'd always wake to the sound her of shaky breaths. To this day I regret not going in her room to see what was the matter. She was obviously in pain, I'd just never expected it to be because my dad had left her once he found out she was pregnant with me.

That was something she'd kept from me till I'd graduated college last year. I graduated two years early, and was top of my class from Columbia. I somehow managed to get good grades while having to manage working two jobs.

It all got me to where I am now though. Sure I missed out on all the parties because I was always in the library. Sure I missed out on dating people, but that's what I have now for. I missed out on all the drinking and crazy nights because I knew what I wanted, and I wanted to achieved it.

Being a writer at Vogue was intense, but it was something I'd dreamed of being since I'd bought my first Vogue magazine when I was in 7th grade.

I have an apartment in the middle of the city, which of course is more than expensive, but my job pays me extremely well. I'm a powerful woman in my opinion. I don't like to be told I can't do something.

Now that everything's settling out, I'm starting to want to go out. I have free time now to go out and enjoy myself. I have time to see people I want to see... Though there aren't many people I actually want to see.

The amount of friends I really have isn't too high. I was so focused in school that I never really had that many friends to begin with.

I have my two best friends in the world, Amanda and Carter. That's about it though. Both of them were like me. They had goals they wanted to achieve and instead of sitting around all day doing nothing, they went out to achieve them.

Amanda lives in the Bronx with her boyfriend and Carter lives in Brooklyn with his roommate. They live close to me, but it's still can be quite a distance to get to them.

Tonight was one of those nights where they were supposed to come down to Manhattan and get dinner with me. That's why I'm rushing home, practically about to fall out of my 6 inch stilettos.

How it became 6:45 so quickly, I have no idea- but I was due to be at the restaurant in 45 minutes. It was a casual place, I was not about to go out wearing a 300 dollar dress to some kind of bar.

I ran into my room, and ripped my dress off. I needed a new outfit that was appropriate for the sports bar Carter had picked out. I decided on a pair of denim shorts and a black sweater. It was casual and perfect for the warm weather. I took my hair out of the tight bun it had been in all day, and let my hair fall in curls around my face. Since it was nighttime, and we were going to some kind of bar, I decided to darken my make up a bit. By the time I was finished, it was 7:15, and I was practically sprinting out the door.

I contemplated on taking a taxi, but at this rate, it was 7:15 on a Friday night in the middle of Manhattan. There was no way I'd get a taxi, so I took off my heals in the middle of the lobby of my apartment building and replaced them with the extra pair of flip flops I always carried in my giant purse. The doorman watched me with a giant grin on his face, easily trying to hold back his laughter.

"It's a long walk." I smile at the older man shyly as he holds the door open for me.

"I've been in this city for a long time. I've seen that plenty of times before." His smiles eases my embarrassment before he continues on. "Have a good night miss."