I Hate You (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter One

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"Eww," I said. Comment; I hate Harry Styles.

And now we wait for all the Styles girls out there to send me hate. In the meantime, Hi! Im Allison Nickles, in your average 19 year old girl. Except the fact that I hate Harry Styles. I hate everything about him. His hair, his attitude, his tattoos.  He thinks that any girl would and could just fall to his feet. Then he picks them up, throw them into bed, and then when he's done he tosses them like their a piece of garbage.

Shwooooosh.

I checked my Instagram and saw that I had 15 comments under my name @Allisonisdabomb.

Your just jealous @Allisonisdabomb. I decided to write back; Jealous of what sweetie? @Iwantharrysgravy

You wish he could f*ck you @Allisonisdabomb. I wrote back to this one too. No, I actually don't, I don't want to catch STDs @dirctioner#forever#

How could you hate him? I think hes a great guy! @Allisonisdabomb. That's actually the nicest one. Well I just believe that hes not, but that's my opinion and I have no right to change your mind unless you believe what I believe @JazzylovesoneD

I decided to stop there. I can take the hate, I just don't want to waste my time with the Styles girls. I locked my phone and got up and went to the bathroom. I came back and tapped the lock/unlock button to check the time. 2:14pm, Saturday, May 24, 2013. I have work at 3. From 3-9 I go and work at the movie theatre. I decided to get ready. I took a quick shower and put on my skinny jeans and the uniform shirt that has my name on a button on it. It says Allison in my semi-neat handwriting. I do my a's like the are typed; a and I do my eights as two circles. My handwriting could be neat if I wanted to and if I wasn't in a rush to go anywhere.

I took my hair out of its curly-pony tail. I curled it last night. I ran my fingers through my hair and went to my desk. I took out some blush and mascara. I wasn't a fan of make-up. I checked the time; 2:40pm, Saturday, May 24, 2013. I walked out of my room and went downstairs.

"Bye!" I yelled to who ever was home.

"Where are you going?" My mom stopped me.

"To work." I said as I continued to walk.

"No good-bye?" My mom asked.

"I just said bye. Good bye." I said and walked out. My dad works from 9am to 5pm at the hospital- no he's not a doctor. I jumped into the car and drove to the local Movie Theatre in North Babylon. I walked inside and went to the backroom to sign in.

Allison Nickles.... ++++ I punched in my passcode, 0514, and the pluses became checks. And now, here comes my six hour shift.