Lifted (a Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Jess's POV

"Mom, I'm leaving!" I shouted down the narrow hallway. My mother rushed over to embrace me and shower me with motivating comments that didn't do any good in helping with my nervous excitement.

"You'll do great honey. Your father would have been so proud of you. Just remember all the stuff we've practiced," she mumbled into my forehead and concluded with a kiss.

"Okay, love you," I said, checking my hair in a small mirror hung on the wall.

I opened the front door, slinging my bag over my shoulder. Nerves rattling, I said my final farewells.

The car roared as I started the ignition of my ancient Mazda. I noticed that the car was completely frozen over from last night's cold front. Damn it. I hurriedly grabbed the crappy ice scraper from under my seat and peeled the ice from the front windshield and the windows. England is so terrible during the winter that I've even considered moving to the States. Definitely not now though, I'm still struggling to keep my family on their feet.

I jumped back into the vehicle and rubbed my hands together, scrapping up any warmth I could get. I was already worrying about my appearance because this my first real interview for a real job. All the pressure was building up and I could barely take it. My lengthy brown hair draped over my shoulder in messy clumps, but failed to fix it using my stubby fingers to brush them back. I sighed in frustration pulling out of the snow covered driveway.

I turned the volume up to my favorite song at the moment, Girls by the 1975. This should entertain me for the long drive ahead. I had gotten this CD a couple months ago and it had never failed to relax me. It was a present from my dad, before The Incident. Memories flooded my mind, but I kicked them out before they could take over. Not now Jess. I thought. Now is not the time.

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I finally arrived at the small building in the supposed "shopping center" in Holmes Chapel. It really was just a couple family-owned bakeries, cloth stores, and the one and only coffee shop in the whole town. Pretty pathetic, I know. It used to be my dream place as a child, being able to skip along the stony sidewalks and smell the dainty roses dotting the windowsills. Everything is so dull without Dad.

A bell rang as I opened the glass door of the store. I took an instant liking in the smell of the small room. It smelled of peppermint and bitter coffee- my favorite. I had a feeling this would be an enjoyable job, which made me very happy. What's the point of having the job that doesn't do any good for you, other than money? A young looking man walked in from what looked like his office.

"You must be Jessica. I'm Mr. Jones, but you can call me Kenny," Kenny said, and reached to shake my hand.

I shook his hand, and quickly took note of his name tag. Under Mr. Jones, it said Manager. Holy crap, this guy is my boss.

"Hi Kenny, you can call me, uh, Jess. Nice to meet you sir," I stuttered. He seemed like an easy guy, which is a good sign. What was to expect from a manager of a tiny coffee shop? God, I'm so stupid. My body came back to its usual state and I felt much better about getting this job.

"We can sit over here in this booth. I'll ask you just a couple of questions, but don't stress. I just want to make sure you aren't some type of coffee bean criminal or anything." He made me giggle.

Nice sense of humor too. I love it.

"Okay. And I swear I'm not," I answered as I laughed a little more. Kenny smiled and went through his files scattered on the table. His neatly combed blonde hair shined under the bulb hanging from the ceiling and gave a big contrast with his green eyes.

The bell on the door rang once again and a tall figure walked in. It was a curly haired boy with a blue apron on, matching the walls of the shop. I stared at the guy as he strided straight to the office and shut the door behind him, no eye contact at all. I didn't even see his face because it was angled towards the ground the whole time. Hmph.

Instead of asking about his identity, I asked, "Is that our uniform?" I folded my hands in my lap.

"Yes. And sorry about Harry, he has always been that way. I'm not sure why I haven't let him go yet, the customers aren't very fond of him."

"Oh, that's fine. Any other cranky co-workers I should be aware of?" I questioned him, pondering over the reason why Harry is the way he is.

"Nope," he chuckled,"There's Tony, Louis, Domie, and Lynn. They are very friendly, I'm positive that you will love them," he assured with a grin.

"Now let's get started with this interview, shall we?" Kenny said with an energetic tone.

"Yes, of course."

After getting comfortable in the small booth, the interrogation began.

Yay! The first chapter of my first book on wattpad, and my first author's note! Lots of firsts! I think this fanfic is gonna turn out really good, and I'm sooo excited omg. Please vote and comment what you think :)

-Sara