Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Don't you just hate the sound of the buzzing alarm in the morning? Sometimes I just want to throw the damn clock on the wall and sleep, for hours. But, that's not how you can deal with stuff, can you? Sometimes, no matter how you're feeling, you have to push yourself to get up and go to work. I thought the university was bad, but this is horrid. Working for a living, is good. It make you feel like you're independent but I hate the damn sound of the clock.

I was a waitress, but I don't complain. I love my job. It makes me feel happy. Besides that, I'm also studying. I always wanted to be a teacher, teaching little kids. But the quickest job that I could find was this; I was new to this town. I wanted to feel the freedom, the sense of being on my own. I wanted to be on my own and learn, grow. 

I babysat Addison's son last night, I didn't have a shift at the restaurant, so to earn more I offered my help to Addison, and she lives down my apartment. I live in a small place, but it has all that I require. Single bedroom, a small kitchen and a couch in the world's smallest lobby. It also has a small screen but who has the time to watch TV? I prefer not to have any, I like to be busy. 

I heard my phone ringing and I jump at its loud ring. I see my Mom's picture flashing over it, she calls me a thousand times in a day just to make sure that I'm okay. I pick the phone up, 

"Rebecca!", I hear the happiness in her voice.  

I smile to myself, sitting on the edge of my bed, "Hi Mom, how are you?" 

"I'm good, how are you? You don't sound well..", And there she goes being the protective and over caring lady that she is. 

I shake my head and sigh, "I'm alright, Mum. I had to babysit Addison's son last night. I just didn't get enough sleep." 

"Don't wear yourself out, Rebecca.", I roll my eyes and shake my head, yet again. 

I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder just so I could use my hands to wear my footwear, "How's Craig?" 

My parents were divorced when I was a kid, probably only 12. I was shattered when that happened, locking myself in the room, crying for hours and hours. The thought of me living with one of my parents haunted me, but I lived through it and finally got used to the idea of it. My Dad calls me sometimes, but it kind of bothers me. It might be because I've been living with my Mom since the divorce. And later after a few years, my Mom was able to open up her heart again, fall in love again. She found Craig and even I liked him. 

"He's good; he really wants to see you. We might come to see you together, someday.", she says and my eyes widened. Here? No way. The place is a wreck.  

I gulp at the thought of it. Mum would probably roll her nose up and drag me back home if she sees the place I'm living at, "Um, yeah. Mum, I need to leave for the restaurant. I'll talk to you soon again." 

"Alright. Take care, honey." 

I hang up on her and smile at the phone. I was ready to clean last night's mess; I was so damn tired that I slept with all the stuff just lying around. I sigh huge and starts to clean it all up, keeping all the things at the right places. I wash all the dirty dishes and finally smile proudly at the clean little apartment of mine. I lay down for a while, shoving the headphones into my ear.  

I shot my eyes back open and quickly turn my head to look at the clock; it was almost time for my shift at the restaurant. I wear my uniform and smile to myself. I love winters, I could just wear an overcoat to hide the uniform and walk to work without thinking about people staring at me. I wasn't embarrassed of the job I had or the uniform I wore, but people can be judgemental sometimes.