Gravity (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Bang, clash, BOOM!

I curse under my breath and race over to the back room. "Josh!?" I shout into the storage room. "What the hell was that?!"

Josh pokes his head out from behind a shelf of  candles. "Er, um, nothing..."

I roll my eyes. "Just making sure you're not dead."

"No, I'm okay, Reagan. Just getting more casserole dishes."

I whip around and walk back to the Customer Service desk and stand there, putting a box of tank tops back on their hangers.

Lisa looks over her shoulder at me and says, "It's been a day from hell, hasn't it?"

I let out a short laugh as I adjust my name tag. "You have no idea."

Lisa's a great coworker; she's in her mid-thirties, is short and plump with a shoulder-length haircut, and reigns as the Sarcasm Queen. We both hate our jobs, so we get along pretty well.

I'm working a part-time job here at Target along with a job at Music Matters for the summer until this fall when school starts up. I'll be starting school over at the community college for a year or two until I have enough money to go to some place better. Scholarships aren't a problem; it's the fact that I gave them up on a whim to chase after a dream of mine to go into the field of music. I could have been a biologist or a doctor or anything mathematical or scientific, but no, I gave that up. Needless to say that my parents were absolutely pissed.

"No, you have no idea. Photo printer jammed again."

"Aw, crap, Lisa. Not again."

"Yeah, and guess who Boss blamed? Me."

I shake my head. "What happened?"

"He called me in after lunch."

"That's where you went?"

"Yeah," she says, nodding. "And-"

"He's not firing you, is he!?" I panic.

"No, but he gave me a warning. Dammit, if I get fired... I don't know what I'll do. I've told you that. I need the money."

"It'll be fine, I'm sure of it. Things will work out." I say, trying to comfort her. It doesn't work.

"No, it won't. Not if I have no source of income and I'm a hobo."

I manage a small smile. "You will not become a hobo. You're overreacting."

"Okay, I am. But still. Money's already tight... I should've gone to college," she regrets. Lisa turns to face me and the tank tops. "Do not skip college. You will regret it for the rest of your life, kiddo."

"Look, your family couldn't afford it anyway. It's not your fault. And I am going!"

"Alright, alright. Just making sure," she replies.

Just then, Josh comes in with a box full of magazines and books. "Rosemary wants you to put these up, then Boss said you could go."

"Yes!" I exclaim, pumping my fists in the air. "See you later, guys."

I take the box and head to the book section.

***

Twilight, Twilight. Divergent... ooh, that was a good book. Midnight Dream in Paris... what the hell? Who would read this? I stick it on the shelf with a grimace, and I cover it with a copy of Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Hey, I'm doing the world a favor. Thank me later.

All I have left are the magazines, so I move to that shelf and start unloading those. Oh, that actress is preggers, that comedian said this. I yawn. Like I care. All of a sudden, I stop at one magazine that has on it's cover: ONE DIRECTION- WHERE WE ARE! ONE DIRECTION TELLS THEIR STORY ABOUT HOW FAR THEY'VE COME!