Celebrity Mishap (Harry Styles Fan Fic) *Hiatus*

Chapter One

****Okay, so this my first attempt at creating a Fanfiction. I used to just write regular stories on another website until I quit and moved on. ANYWAYS, this first chapter might bore you a bit because I'm just setting up the storyline so it's not a big confusing mess later on. It will get waaaay better I promise! Thank you and enjoy!****

"Could you possibly be anymore obnoxious?" I say as my step-sister, Penny, staggers through my door, awaking me from an already dreadful slumber.

"If you want me to be, I'd be happy to oblige," She slurs, giving me a lopsided grin. Penny didn't have as shiny of a record that she should have at the age 16, but what did anyone really care? I mean, the moment she received her license earlier this year, she's been out getting wasted every night. If only we know how her car ever got home safely..

Penny wobbled over to my small vanity and plopped herself down, giggling when she knocked half of my hair products to the floor. "You know, my dearest, you should really learn how to use make-up. I'm surprised the mirror hasn't cracked at the sight of you yet."

Now that I think about it, my step-sister likes the speak like she has a brain when she's intoxicated. Although it's rude as hell, I'm glad she's using that intelligence towards something other than stalking a celebrity's every move.

"Remind me again why I ever let you in my room?" I ask, climbing slowly out of bed and lifting under her arms to get her on her feet. Her drunken antics get old fast and with it being 3 am on a school night, I wanted her tucked into her own bed before the lack of sleep I'm getting forces me to physically put her to sleep.

Penny mumbles something unintelligible that I choose to ignore and practically drag her to her room down the hall. We don't particularly live in a very large house, but dragging her to her room this early every morning felt like we lived in something just short of being a mansion.

Sooner or later, I push my way through her door and practically toss her onto her bed. Within seconds, she was snoring almost as loud as our grandma, which gave me some satisfaction. She always claimed she was better than me in every aspect, but to be honest, at least I wasn't the one who snores as loud as an elderly woman.

I shuffle my way back to my room and collapse onto my bed, knowing that it would most likely only take a short few minutes to pass out.

I was right.

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Groaning, my fist slammed down on alarm clock, willing it to shut the fuck up. Glancing at the clock, I acknowledged the fact that it was only 6 in the morning with another, slightly more agitated groan. Getting up this early is obviously never easy but when you have a future AAA member as a sister giving you unexpected wake up calls every morning, it becomes a lot harder of a task.

I rolled over in bed, only to find myself falling onto cold, hardwood floors. "I figure that's a sign that I need a bigger bed," I grumble as I stand up, walking over to my pile of clothes sitting on top of my dresser. As neurotic as it sounds, I'm constantly needing things to be a certain way. I'm not talking OCD, I'm just saying that my clothes need folded, my various knick-knacks should be set in a certain order, and my bed should alway be made before I go anywhere. I don't understand why everyone automatically assumes I've got OCD.

I grab my stack of clothes and take them into the bathroom with me, as I quickly pop in and out of the shower. I check the clock as I pull my t-shirt over my head. 6:15 am. "Yes," I say, dragging the word out. I never have much time to do my hair in the morning since I normally leave at 7. I don't know why I leave so early, considering school starts at 8:10. Force of habit, I guess.

I pad into my room and plop myself down on the stool in front of the vanity. I quickly pick up all the hair products that Penny decided to screw with last night, and scrunch up my eyebrows, trying to think of what to do with this mess I call a hairstyle.

I looked down at all the hairspray and hair bands and clips that I could use to make it look like I care about my appearance. After trying to put my brown hair into an updo and it continually falling flat, I give up, slamming hair clips down in front of the mirror. Ugh, who am I kidding with trying to look presentable? My hair is as dull as that razor I used this morning, I thought as I reached down and rubbed my legs. Ugh, I think my hair is even duller than that razor..

I run a brush quickly through my hair, noticing it was 10 till 7, and rolled my eyes in annoyance at my reflection. I don't know how me getting agitated at what I look like is going to help, considering I look the same way everyday.

I look at myself once more, noticing that I looked more plain than usual today. No matter how annoying Penny's remarks about me not wearing make-up got, I always agreed with her. She's right, I should learn how to apply make-up. I mean, I'd need to eventually, right?

Before getting myself too deep in thought to function, I snatched my bag off the floor and slung it over my shoulder as I made my bed in record time. I took two steps at a time and grabbed an apple off the fruit basket we've always had in the kitchen. It never really seemed to diminish now that I think about it...

I hurried out to my beater of a car and switched on the engine at exactly 7 am. Breathing a happy sigh of relief, I drove to school. After arriving, I sat at my usual table and began cramming for my final final as a senior in high school. I crammed until the dreaded bell rang, and hurried to my Calculus class, which held my last test in high school. I slid into my desk and placed my head in my hands, slowly breathing in and out. Others began filing in and before I knew it, the final had begun. Also before I knew it, my best friend was nudging my arm, silently begging for help.

Now, I'm no cheater in any way, shape, or form, but considering it was our last test I decided to help out only a little. I ended up practically doing her test for her and when I was finished, I turned it in, taking a deep breath.

"I'm done. I can't believe I'm done," I said, excitement welling up in my voice as my best friend, Libby, and I walked out of our school.

"Hold your horses, Rachel. You know we still have to come back to this hellhole for graduation," she said, adjusting her backpack.

"Yeah, well at least I'll know that that is the beginning of my freedom."

"Yeah...so anyway, enough about school, I am waaaay done with that shit. Are you as excited as I am to be spending a week in Florida with the one and only, me? We're only one week away from ditching this hillbilly state.." She said, walking with me to my car.

"Oregon is hardly a hillbilly state, Lib. You just act like it is to not feel as guilty about leaving for college in a completely different country!" I say.

"Says the girl who is going to the same college I am," she says, switching to a British accent, "which happens to across the pond."

I laugh at her accent, telling her it needs a little improvement. She shoves my shoulder and waves goodbye as I climb into my car. I turn the key once, nothing happens. I turn the key again and all I hear is the sputtering of my engine and the sudden screeching of metal. I groan, dropping my head against the steering wheel.

Welcome to wonderful life of Rachel Hein.