learn you better - harry styles

Chapther 1

She grabbed the money out of his fancy leather jacket, Smiling while she take a step out of this place, Leaving this old Rich desperate guy to sleep deep, Replaying their night together on his dreams.

Before coming out of the white welcome door, The young blonde lady puts some of the Haribo treats that were squeezed between this glassed flat into her pink full and lipsticked lips.

She took a texi getting out if this Hollywood neighborhoods style she hated. That only was London, A god damn city with snobbish cold people who hardly knew what "Fun" was. That was the stereotypes, Seemed to be real, She barely knew fun and loving life people up here. All she wanted was to be in New York-Manhattan, THE city. At least their stereotype seemed to be fun and colorful with unexpected people.

Since she was young, A five year old girl who watched "Sex and the city" with her mother, She wanted to be there, To have the time of her life.

Her dream was to be a stylish or to work on the biggest and the most famous magazine, Like her rule model -Carrie Bradshaw- .. Not to work as a whore and after give the money to her Mom, She was only 19, She had her life in front of her eyes but here she is, Stuck.

She don't wanna spend her life taking care of a sick drunken mother that passed out over ten times in the last two horrible harsh years.

Her mom is a lady, In the start of her fifty's years.

Her husband left her three years ago for a younger woman, And left her to take care of everything, He took Everything from the bottom, he grabbed every single last pound she has left, Nothing was worth to live for , Not even for her teenager girl.

So she tried to kill herself twice, She started to drink and take drugs, Just in case she will feel better in thoughts to come back on her feet. All it has been doing was pulling her back to the cold hard ground.

In the morning after, the little lady grabs her bag from the tiny desk and go out for work, A different one.

When she gets there she pulls her apron on her waist, Takes her blonde hair onto a ponytail and put a tray full of sandwiches and coffee between her hands. She walks through the other tables in the place, Trying not to fall with the stuff that she has suppose to bring to table four.

She just started working here, two to three weeks, in a half payroll until six, After work she's going to parties in the city to find some males that will bring her into their house, They will get the laid they was needed and she will get back the money. She hated that, to sale her body for one hundred to fifty pounds in such a young age, Though she had no choose since she is no longer on school. Until she got this job it took her ages.

When she make her way to table four she notice a curly head guy staring at her ... Ass? With his green grey big eyes.

She plot the drinks next to each one it belongs and the sandwiches in the middle of the table, then the big old males thanks her.

After she rolls her legs back to the cuisine, Her plan is to make her way to another table with another food, But the plans deferred when she feels someone grabbing her Elbow in his extreme hand and pulls her to face the table he sits with his group of friends, Two of them are male and three are girls.

"May i have some service ... " He says politely searching for the name card when his hand is still holding her Elbow.

"Mmm .. Audrey right?" The same curly head says in a bit of a cheeky way staring at her breasts, This bastard.

"Yes, It is Audrey and no you can't, at least not from me. Though you have your coffee already

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She says, A little smile coming up on her lips.

"So the innocent look is just a cover isn't it?" He asks again, licking his lips and chuckles.

"Maybe it does. " She teases back without any fear, Taking off his big hand from her body and walk away.

"Wait! " He shouts and she turn her head back to him.

"My name is Harry .."

"Alright, I don't care!!" She shouts back giggling to herself.

Though she can't deny about his look, He was absolutely gorgeous, But anyways not her type.

The curly guy puts his hand on his forhead , A sour look on his face, When Harry takes one more look at her.

"Someone is not getting what he want ..." Nick teasing Harry.

"We will see"