Difference ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Hey everyone!! So this is my first fanfiction on Wattpad and I've had the idea for a few months so I'm just starting to write it! I've been super excited about it! The first chapter is lengthy I think and may start off boring, but I have so much planned for this fanfiction!  Oh and my name is Zahra and I love one direction :D  hope you all enjoy it and please comment your opinions! -z

      "BRIIINGGG!!" the alarm on my iPhone kept repeating it's annoying tone, so I finally gave in and wake up from my slumber. I  grabbed a towel and take quick shower to get ready for another day to work at my parents' cafe. I apply some mascara and use a light pink lipstick, making sure just to keep it natural. I take one last look at myself and head downstairs to the kitchen. As I walk into the kitchen, I notice I'm late and my mom is giving me the stare.

     "Good morning, slept late again didn't you? maybe I should cut the internet on that phone of yours."  she said playfully, already knowing I had been on my phone most of the night.

     "I promise it won't happen again" although I knew I wasn't keeping that promise.

     "Where's your Scarf?" She asked, taking note that i haven't worn my scarf yet.

     "I'm gonna go get it right now and then we could leave."

     I go back upstairs and dig into my drawer for a blue scarf to match my outfit. I retrieve the soft fabric, tie my hair in a bun and wrap the scarf around my head covering almost ever string of hair. Once my hair doesn't come in sight,  I grab my purse off my cherry wood table and run down stairs, managing not to fall. My mom gets the key to our new Honda accord and we leave our 2-story house. This house was everything to my parents. My family had always saved up since I was a little becks they wanted to spend it on a expensive house here in L.A. and I even remember they wouldn't even buy me some things just so they could save up each dollar towards the home. My parents always wanted the best quality at a low price and they were smart people so they would usually get things their way. I don't understand why they wanted to move out here, though. We had a good life in San Francisco, but I guess it was so they could start the family business by opening a restaurant. 

   "Is dad already at the cafe?" 

   "Yeah he wanted to leave early so he could get the meat ready to prepare the kabobs till lunch time" 

     The sound of kabobs make my stomach turn at 9 in the morning. I pull out my phone and notice some tweets from Niall about some soccer game. I open my twitter app and scroll through my feed to check updates on them, on One Direction. I loved how the twitter accounts were always so up-to-date on them, it made me feel so close, yet we were all so far from each other. This "passion"  for them I guess I could say, has been going on for a good 2 years now and I wish I could go to a concert of theirs or just bump into them on the street like some fans so easily manage to do so. I just wish to tell them how much I love them but, I honestly don't believe that'll ever happen. I've told my mom about this obsession and she knows how much I admire them, but my dad, oh no, I wouldn't dare tell him such things, he's too strict of a Muslim to even let me play one of their songs on the car infront of him. As I scroll up my  feed, I notice pictures of harry with a new tattoo. The caption says NEW-YESTERDAY Harry leaving a tattoo parlor in LA . My goodness that kid is always here and the others are still in London. So usual. 

   I put away my phone and push the button to my right to make the window roll down. I look outside to take in the pleasant day it is and just being thankful we live in Southern California. I mean at time it gets so annoying and the over packed freeways make me wanna jump out of the car while it's running, but other then that I love being here. Just the vibe is always so refreshing and there's copious amounts of things a person could do.