Tough Luck

Chapter One: The Boy In The Bakery

AN:

Hello!

Thank you for reading my book. I really appreciate it. Love you! Okay so the main character of this book is pretty much a bitter biker chic who hates Holmes Chapel, her new home. Some people may not like her, which is good because I want you to not like her, and then watch her transform and then have a different, better opinion about her. Maybe something or somebody *cough cough Harry* will change her?? Oops I'm giving to much away...anyway thank you for reading this!!

~K

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Vanessa's POV:

I looked at the small house in front of me, disgusted by what I saw. Flowers, luscious green grass and birds singing in the trees, complete with a blue door, white shutters and a tire swing hanging from an apple tree. And to tip it off friendly neighbors who had baked us delicious snickerdoodles, whatever those were.

And do you think I embraced the love and the warmth of small town life? Do you think I got rid of my motorcycle for the sake of not disturbing the peace of this reality deprived neighborhood? Do you think I burned my oversized cameo jacket to blend in with the perfect, popular oh so pretty girls at school? Oh and do you think I liked the idea of moving to Holmes Chapel?

For those who don't know me: Hell no. For those who do: Shame on you for not kidnapping me. I'd much rather live my life in your basement than where I am now: in a place with no friends, no American accents and no Las Vegas, which is where I moved here from.

"Anybody got a camera? I want to savor this perfect moment." My annoyingly perfect mom asked the neighbors. That was it. I had to get out of here. I didn't care where I went, I just had to be somewhere else other than here.

I walked down the small driveway to my motorcycle. Once I got to it I swung my leg over the side, put on my helmet and rode off, riding the streets of Holmes Chapel.

Ew. There were pubs, parks, churches and rows and rows of shops. It was the most family friendly, warm and loving town I had ever seen. Not that I'd rather everyone be like me, but I definitely would rather that nobody be like the happy loving people around me. God, I sound like a total downer and emo and just a horrible person through and through, but that was just how I was, who I was.

And I really doubted anybody or anything could ever change that, or change me for that matter.

I cursed when I heard my stomach rumble. I was already far away from my new horrid home and wanted food right then and there. Finally something lucky happened in my day, not to far away there was a bakery. I hated riding with an empty stomach, so I quickly parked out front.

I took my helmet off and shook my short black hair into place. I fingered my wallet nervously as I made my way into the bakery, because this would be the first time meeting anyone new here in this town

Immediately as I walked in I saw the place filled with baked goods. The place smelled really good, I had to admit. It was probably the best smelling place I'd ever smelled, if that made any sense.

"Hello, welcome to...woah." A curly haired boy stared at me, looking at me up and down. He was...not ugly looking, ill give him that. He had bright green eyes and I could tell that he would have dimples when he smiled. He looked around my age, maybe a little older. He wore an apron and a plain black t-shirt, and the rest I couldn't see because he was behind the counter.

"Hi." I said, trying to be friendly but not to friendly. He was just a guy at a bakery, after all. I avoided eye contact with him and focused on the pastries. I found what I wanted and pointed at it. "I'll have the blueberry muffin."

"Your American." He said, smiling at me. I was right, he did have dimples when he smiled. "Oh, wait, sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Harry, by the way." He reached his hand over the counter, expecting me to shake it.

Hesitantly, I did shake his hand, but not after giving Harry an annoyed look. All I wanted was a muffin, not a friend.

"So are you going to tell me your name?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Uh, yeah. I'm Vanessa. And you're right about me being American, I just moved here from there."

"Good then, you're not just a person passing by. What city did you come here from, love?" It was then my turn for my eyebrow to raise. Did he just call me love?

"Las Vegas." Was all that I replied. I watched as Harry's little brown curls nodded in approval at my answer. Finally he started to reach into the glass container for my muffin.

"So, I take it you're not really a goody two shoes, huh?" He smiled at me cheekily.

"How did you know? Was it my jacket? My skinny jeans? The hair?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, it was actually the bike." He chuckled.

I blushed. Yes, I actually did something called blushing. I'm actually capable of it. "Oh...Right." I said.

He smiled even wider. "Hey, Vanessa, I was wondering...are you free tonight?"

His question caught me by surprise. Was he seriously asking me out? I'm sorry but not sorry, this guy was getting rejected.

"No, I'm not. I have to help my parents unpack..." ( I actually was planning on staying out for awhile longer and then avoid helping them unpack...I was many things but I wasn't a liar. And I wasn't about to lie to a person I had just met. Unpacking it is)

"Oh, yeah, of course." Harry's face looked kind of hurt, like he wasn't used to being rejected. Like I cared.

"So, just to get things cleared up...you are in high school right? I'm sorry it's just that you look so mature I can't tell what age you are-" He shut his mouth quickly and blushed like I had did a few moments before, but then recovered and maintained his cool, cheeky appearance.

"Yes, I'm in high school and yes I'm going tomorrow." I already knew that we were going to the same high school because there was only one in miles surrounding Holmes Chapel, so duh we were going to the same school together.

"Great! So ill show you around?" He gave me a sly smile. I didn't know what this guys deal was. It was like he thought he could get anything he wanted, and make it look effortlessly. Maybe that's why I didn't answer him with all that much enthusiasm.

"Sure." Was all I said. I paid for the muffin, thanked him and walked out the door, having no idea what I was going to get myself into.

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Harry's POV:

I didn't know why, but I wanted this girl. She seemed like a bad ass, she was American, and she was pretty. But I could tell she was going to be a challenge. But that was fine by me, because when Harry Styles comes across a challenge? He accepts.

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AN:

Okay I'll usually not do beforehand messages but I will do after! Okay since that's out of the way please comment what you think! How am I doing? What do you think of Harry and Vanessa? And what do you want to happen next? I'm the writer of this story, but I'm going to let you decide what happens in it!!

~K