One Chance. (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Addiana POV

I slighty turn up the radio when I hear the classic Bon Jovi Living On A Prayer. I faintly whisper some of the lyrics and make my way down to the table booths and start wiping them down with a wet cloth.

I look over to the clock, its 11:30pm, on a Tuesday in New York City, my shift is just about over, time to close.Apparently nobody stops in for a late coffee or something. I walk behind the bar and grab some wine. I'm 18, underage, but that's what you get when you let the youngest employee close the restaurant. I grab the bottle and glass and grab a stool.

Mmmmh I think to myself as a take a sip. I'm shot from my thoughts when I hear the door open. Shit. I toss the bottle under the counter, wipe my mouth and attempt to cover the wine glass with my right arm as I lean towards the door.

"Caught siping adult beverages again I see" Mariella says with a grin.

Mariella is 19 and is truly my closest friend here. We became friends when our moms got into a fight on black Friday when I was 14 and she was 15. After we exchanged numbers, we were I guess inseparable. She's actually the reason I got this job as a waitress. Even its usually dead, and I make about 10 bucks a day. But most of the time I'm alone, which I like.

"It's only wine, nobody was here, and I'm 18 remember? Just turned, you know, like a month after I graduated?" I gently put the wine bottle back on the counter and take another sip. I stare at my slightly stretched reflection in the wine glass. I observe my high cheekbones and push up my shaded bags under my brown eyes. I look tired and worn down. I turn my head, first right, then left and make sure my 2 chopsticks are still shoved into my messy buns in the back.

"Yes, you're considered an adult, but its illegal if your drinking alcoholic beverages under the age of 21" Mariella says as she takes the wine glass from me, fast enough so I can't protest and dumps it out into the sink.

"It's only illegal if you get caught, you of all people should know that Mari" I grin and walk over to where she is standing.

"Haha, very wise of you to bring up the old me. I am the one who taught you that" she chuckles, "but you see, you always get caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing".

"what?! not always." I take note in her look, "okay, most of the time, but I'm not admitting to anything" I point. She smiles, " you have your off days, which is your good days, when you actaully don't get caught". I'm quite offended but I know she's right. She's always right. I sigh and throw the dirty cloth on the basket. "Why are you here anyway? Your shift ended 2 hours ago." I ask. "Well, I can see I'm wanted". She smiles. Mari has always had that "million dollar smile" it was gorgeous. Her teeth were perfect, I take it the 6 years of braces helped. But she had heart shaped face, a perfect complexion, and a bright smile that made her light brown eyes pop. I guess I can admit that I was and always will be jealous of her.

"I didn't mean it like that"

"I know what you meant Addi!" she scalds.

I laugh, "Get out of here you butt" I take another cloth and gentlt hit her shouder with it.

"Hey! No violence!" A familer voice sends me jumping. "Leo!" I shout. I run over and wrap my hands around my boyfriends neck. "Mmmh hey babe" he mumbles into the crook of my neck. Leo and I have been dating for about 3 years now, I met him through my ex-bestfriend Carly. After what had happen with Carly, Leo helped me get through what she did, and helped me switch high schools. My highschool sweethart. I do love him. We have never had sex though. There has been times where we could have, and we didn't. I either chickened out, I freaked myself out and it got awkward and killed the mood. Sadly, that was more than once. I'm not vowing myself to wait until marriage. If it happens it happens. I leaned up and kissed his lips. He was quite a good kisser. He always knew when to when to move, and how to do it. I might just say that because I've only ever had 2 boyfriends in my life, and the first one was in middle school. Well everyone knows, middle school is the experimentation years. Kids first kiss, first boyfriends, first "real" dramas. Lets just say Nathan wasn't an all star in the kissing department. Leo was tall-ish. 5.6", which isn't real tall, but tall to me. Being 5.1". Everyone is tall. He squeezed my butt causing me to shriek. "Okay, okay, gross!" Mari shouts, "hormonalmuch?" "Uhh, jealous much?" I reply. "Pftt, you wish shorty" "Oh, if only, if only, now, are you done here?" I grin. "Hmmm, pushing me out so you can have sex?" I smack her arm, "Mariella!" I say while my cheeks flush with embarassment. She walks out the door laughing "Si ya, lovebirds"

Leo coughs, breaking the silence, "Soo, you ready?" he asks. "Uhh yeah, one sec", I grab my coat and bag, shut off the radio and lock up. I need to buy a car. I turn towards Leo, smile and nod, assuring him I'm ready. He nods and we walk towards his car.

The car ride didn't take long, we had short conversations, like always. He asked me how my day was, I said fine with a smile. I asked him and so on. We pulled into the apartment parking lot. I smiled gave him a quick kiss, and said goodnight. He sai he would call me when he got home, but he never does, I assume he just falls asleep.

I walk into the apartment to see my mom crying. What the hell? Throwing my stuff on the table, I run over to her, "Mom?! whats wrong?! Why are you crying?". She hesitates for a moment, trying to calm herself down, "I-II-I watched" she sighs, "oh, god... I watched A Walk to Remember, again". My nerves go dramatically down when a chuckle leaves my mouth. "Addi! its not funny!, its so sad!" "Mmmh, I believe you, you want some hot tea?" I ask, "yes, please" she grabs her tissue box and walks to the living room. My mom gets emotional like that when it comes to movies, I guess I'm like that too, but shes worse. When she puts in a sad movie like A Walk to Remember, she knows she is setting herself up for failure and emotional breakdowns. I grab the hot cup of water, tea bag, and walk to the living room. I walk over to my mom and attempt to hand her the tea, when she doesn't even regonize my existence I look over to the TV that she is so interested in. Of course, the hollywood gossip channel. This time they're on "the biggest heartbreaker" Harry Styles. They have been on his ass about the women he has been with for a while now. I really don't know why my mom is so obsessed with this show, or whatever she is. She calls me weird because I don't listen to one direction. Does she? I don't even know.

I never really payed any attention to them. I assume they are just 5 dudes that make millions of dollars, and probably are the guys that don't call you back after they have sex with you. Especially, Harry. He always seems to have a woman by him. They're all famous too. Its a shame. Maybe its just the host of that, show that made me think of Harry in that way. I don't know him. But I couldn't careless about One Direction.

I take the opportunity of my mom not paying attention and walk to the bathroom to shower. I grab a towel and turn on the water. I love showers, or rain, it is one of the 2 things that I do when I'm upset, or need to clear my head. The other is singing. I have always had a passion for singing. My mom is a singing coach,so she taught me how to sing properly, and how to play piano when I was 13. I bought my very first guitar when I was 10, and taught myself. I lived with my dad then. I guess I sometimes miss my parents being together, but as young as I can remember, I think I was 4 or 5, all I heard was them fighting. After they split, I lived with my dad in Pennsylvania. At 11, my dad got married, and I hated the family. So, I moved to NYC with my mom. One day, my mom heard me singing in the shower, she then said I had a "strong" voice. She then taught me, and I got better. I write and sing, all the time. Mariella has never heard me sing before. I always got nervous and chickened out. My mom claims that I am very talented and if I try I can make it big. I always dream of getting my own music out and singing them on stage, in front of fans. I can't bring myself to to sing in front of people. My mom may say I'm talented, but shes my mom. She's supposed to encourage me, to other people, I my be terrible. I won't take that chance.

I begin belting my heart out in the shower, I don't really care if my mom can hear me. If Mariella was here, I wouldn't make a sound. I stop singing when I hear the bathroom door open. "Honey you're so talented! I wish you would sing in front some agencies I know, I know they will sign you." What the hell? "Mom! get out of the damn bathroom!" I yell. "oh, haha, sorry" she laughs and leaves. What the actual fuck mom? You can't do that, and that was the definiton of creepy. I get out of the shower, wrap myself in the towel, and walk into my bedroom. I get dressed, grab my guitar and start to write. Shit. I rush over and turn on my laptop. Damnit! I didn't send in my applications in time for the colleges I wanted to go too. Well, this sucks. I go over to my bed, put my guitar and notebook away and try to sleep.

See, if I was only famous I wouldn't have to worry about dumb deadlines, and colleges. Dumb colleges.

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Hey guys! This is my first time attempting a fanfiction, so bare with me. I'm really excited. I know whats going to happen, just leading up to it and trying to make it decent is difficult. If you have any questions, or critism, or just to tell me its good, its welcome. :) I'm going to try to update everyday, or every other day. Hope you like this story! <3 :) (SN: Addiana's singing voice is like Tori Kelly's I don't know how to randomly throw that into the story without it sounding stupid.) (Bare with me by the spelling mistakes, I usually just write it with over reading it, if I overread it, I will end up adding too much or something)