Beauty and the Bitch (1D FANFIC)

Daisy

This story will only focus on Harry, but will occasionally reference/ star the other 4/5 of 1D. This is just a story about Harry Styles everyone!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy! Don't forget to vote/ comment!

PS Harry doesn't show up fully until the second chapter! Just be patient! (:

It was frustrating having to close up shop every single day. I never had any help, and no one offered any. So I was always alone, cleaning the whole store and eventually locking the door and heading home.

This night in particular was no different. I swept the floors, wiped down the countertops, totaled the money in the register, took out the trash, and finally locked the door. By the time I had finished, it was midnight and I looked like a hot mess.

I got into my car and looked in my rearview mirror. My hair that I had pulled back into a ponytail was in extreme disarray. The purple bags under my eyes easily told me that I was in serious need of both a facial and sleep. I sighed heavily and rested my forehead on my steering wheel.

I hated my job at the most disgusting burrito store ever. I vowed never to let anyone I genuinely cared about eat there. I had seen things I wish I hadn’t go on in the kitchen. I shuddered just thinking about it. I remembered one time our chef Larry worked up quite a sweat and didn’t care when his perspiration dripped into the bean mix.

I desperately needed the money to continue attending the Los Angeles Institute of Architecture and Design, or LAIAD. I had barely gotten in in the first place, and I was offered no scholarships or financial aid. I wasn’t poor; I just certainly couldn’t afford to pay for college that easily.

I had always lived a very comfortable life, and never went to sleep hungry. I was grateful for my parents who worked so hard to support me. They weren’t around much because both of them traveled, but I knew they did it just for me, so being angry with them was impossible. I missed them like crazy, but I never let them know it because I didn’t want them to feel worse than they probably already did.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and started driving home. Luckily I only lived five minutes away from my wretched job, so commuting back and forth was easy.

I was excited though, because tomorrow my best friend Lucy and I were going shopping in the LA area. Well, she was going shopping. I was just going to watch her spend all of her parents’ money aimlessly. She was filthy rich though, so to her the shopping she does is no big deal. To me, it could clothe me for years.

I was mentally planning what outfit I was going to wear tomorrow as I pulled into my driveway and locked my car. I skipped inside my house and for the first time in a long time, felt really lonely without my parents. I pushed the feeling away however, and slipped into bed, reveling in how soft my pillow felt against my face. I was asleep within seconds.

I was awoken by the shrill sound of my phone ringing on my nightstand next to me. I picked it up and saw that it was Lucy.

“Hey Lucy!” I said cheerily.

“Hey Daisy are you almost ready?” She asked me.

Almost ready? I thought to myself. Isn’t it still morning? I looked at the time and saw that it was already 12 in the afternoon.  

“Shit.” I mumbled under my breath.

“What was that?” Lucy asked.

“Uhhhh nothing… just give me like 20 minutes?” I say while climbing out of bed.