Endings (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

(I've been contemplating whether or not I should write this fanfic for a really long time, and I've just decided about 1 hour ago that I will. And its 1 in the morning so I'm half asleep. This story is based on a request of someones, and theres a picture that describes their request. I'm not sure how to put it on here though...but hopefully I'll find out soon. I'm not used to wattpad so I don't know how to work things on here. I'm not very good at writing, but I think this is okay, it IS the first chapter to the first fanfic I've ever written. Enjoy!)

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"Hit me up with two shots of tequila!"

I walk over and grab a bottle of the drink, filling up two cups quickly. I place the bottle back where I found it, and head over to the guy who ordered, putting the drinks down in front of him.

He lifts up the two cups, and hands one over to his date, or what I can assume to be his date. She grabs the drink from him, and lifts the cup to her mouth, taking a sip, and giving me a nod of approval. I grab the rag from my apron, wipe the table, and walk away.

I'm about to take another order when I hear loud shouts coming from the end of the bar. 3 drunk men are arguing and it seems I am not the only one who's noticed. This kind of thing isn't unusual, but the whole bar is staring uneasily at the group of men.

They become louder and just as I'm about to head over and get them to settle to down, my phone rings and I immediately know who it is calling.

"Hey babe, I miss you."

"Hey Harry," she replies. Something is wrong.

"Are you okay Brooke?"

"Yes Harry, why would you ask that?" she snaps back.

"No reason." I reply calmly.

"Harry.." She pauses for what seems like forever.

"Yes babe...?" I ask worriedly.

"When-when are you coming home Harry," she stutters.

"My shift ends in 10 minutes. What's wrong babe. Tell me now, I need to know," I beg her.

"Nothing, listen to me okay? We'll talk when you come home." She hangs up.

I slowly put my phone down and stand there, drowning out everything thats happening around me.

What could be wrong? I ask myself. Everything has been going well with Brooke, we haven't had a big fight in over a month, and I haven't done anything to anger her. Or have I?

The blasting Nirvana music and drunk men in the corner of the bar become invisible to me.

Suddenly, I feel a tap on my sholder and turn around to find a man with glasses and flaming red hair towering over me.

"I think it's time for me to take over your shift, kiddo." He smirks. I hate when he calls me that.

I look at the clock on the wall and realize my shift was done 5 minutes ago.

"You're right Joe," I reply.

I take off my apron and hang it up.

"Have fun," I say, as I tap him on the shoulder and walk out.

"Get some sleep," I hear him call out. "Looks like you need it."

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(Okay so that's the first chapter, it's really slow and short, and I know it needs work and its bad, but the next chapters will be more detailed and things will be quicker! REMEMBER that this is the first fanfic I've ever written, and I don't even know how to work wattpad, but other than that...I think it's all working. I'm still kind of considering whether or not I should write this story, so I wont put up the second chapter until it gets some reads and maybe even comments. If you read this and like it, it would be amazing if you told your friends and kind of spread it around! Leave comments below!! Thank you and ily! xx!)