Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 1

Avery's POV

I wake up in my queen sized bed, which takes up most of my room, to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. 6:30am, it reads. I roll over and huff, being woken up at approximately the worst time of my sleep. I'm so tired and drowsy, I already know this days going to be off.

I groan and turn my alarm off, and roll over. I lay in bed for a few minutes, savoring the time that I can in my comfy bed. My bed, by the way, is my most prized possession. As said before, it most certainly takes up way too much space in my room, but hey, it's comfy. Plus, I spent a shit ton of money on it, so I have to like it.

I have an earlier shift today, so I have to be clocked in at 8. I normally either work 8-12, or 12-4, which is when we close. It's a pain to wake up this early, but I'm used to it.

I get up and start the shower, looking at my smeared makeup and messy hair in the mirror. I stayed up pretty last night thinking about Cole. I shouldn't let him still get to me, and I should try to get over him, but it's hard. Especially since he's obviously moved on so fast and doesn't care anymore. Whatever, I'll be okay. I'm an independent, working woman in NYC. I will soon thrive.

After my shower, I blow dry and straighten my frizzy and wavy brown mess - which would be my hair. I decide to just put it in a bun to avoid any hair trouble later. I make myself look presentable for work; throwing on jeans and a long sleeved work t-shirt. It's not cold out, it being July, but whatever. I'm sick of the hot weather, if I'm being honest. Growing up in California took its toll on me, I'm ready for some snow. I glance at the clock and it's 7:30, meaning it's time to start heading out. 

The work day goes by fast, since it's always super busy. Working in the food industry is so hectic and crazy, I honestly don't know why I chose to be a waitress/hostess. Even on Tuesdays, it's extremely busy. I do, however, have my best friend Olivia to talk to, since we work together. Her and Jess are my best friends. Jess doesn't work with us, but she always stops in.

When my shift is finally over at 12, I start walking, and grab a coffee on the way out. I am definitely one of those people who needs coffee every day. I pretty much won't survive without it.

I look down at my phone, as I received a new text from Olivia.

"I forgot to ask, but do you wanna come to my place tonight? We can get dinner and just have a girls night."

As I'm reading the text, someone bumps into me, taking me by surprise. The collision causes my coffee to knock out of my hands and spill all over my boots. I gasp, looking down at my shoes before bothering to look up at who ran into me.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry love," a man says in a thick British accent, before reaching down to pick up what was left of my drink. When he gets back up, I'm in complete shock. I've seen this guy on TV before - that's Harry Styles.

I stare at him for a solid 5 seconds and then finally find words to say. He's fucking gorgeous.

"Oh um- um it's uh, it's alright" I stumble on my words, knowing I sound super awkward. I don't wanna be awkward, but somehow that's making me even more awkward.

He smirks and hands the cup to me.

"You don't need to pretend not to be mad at me. I spilled your coffee on your shoes, love," he expresses apologetically.

God, there he is with the "love" again, making me face get all hot. I look down, and tuck my hair back nervously. I've never encountered a celebrity like this. Never up close and personal, never having one spill coffee on my shoes. Come on Avery, get it together.

I laugh a little and speak up again, "No really, it's okay. It was an accident. Sorry for bumping into you."

"Oh don't apologize, that was my fault. I was just getting off my plane from London and I guess I'm a little tired," he responds, running his hand through his hair. He doesn't look tired, he looks gorgeous. His brown curly hair is nicely pushed back, his face is bright and clear. He looks alive, unlike me. I probably look like a mess who hates her job and really needs to get a grip on life.

He doesn't break eye contact while he talks, and it's really intimidating. Kind of hot.

"It's okay, I'd be tired too," God this is so awkward. Why isn't he just walking away already? It would save me from so much embarrassment. But no, he just stands there, smiling at me and scanning my face.

"What are you doing in New York?" I ask without thinking, almost immediately regretting it, but he smiles sweetly, making me feel better. How can a man be so beautiful? I was never the biggest fan of One Direction, so I never kept up, but damn, he's really attractive. I feel myself shake a little nervously, my legs feeling like jello.

"I have an apartment here, and also spend a lot of time writing here, as well. A bunch of my friends also live in Manhattan."

"Oh, that's nice," I say awkwardly, and nod as we just kind of stand there. I honestly didn't know he lived in New York.

"Well it was nice talking to you," He trails off, meaning to grab my name. I feel my heart skip a beat, and momentarily panic. What's my name?

"Avery," I say, and he smiles again. His teeth are so white and straight, probably the prettiest teeth I've ever seen.

"Nice talking to you, Avery. And sorry again for the coffee and boots, I would've been pissed if some random person spilled coffee on me," he jokes, making the both of us laugh. He's honestly really nice and down to earth, which is surprising in a way.

"It's no problem, really, they were old boots. It was nice talking to you as well, Harry," I respond, hoping not to sound creepy for knowing his name. It probably doesn't phase him. He smiles, eyes twinkling as we both stand there in the middle of the sidewalk, people walking around us. It's not busy luckily, but I still feel kind of silly.

"I'll see you around?" he asks, and I'm so confused. Why is he giving me the time of day? Why didn't he just keep walking in the first place? Most celebrities wouldn't give two shits. He's so polite and sweet, much more invested into being a good person than other famous people.

"Yeah," I say, looking down, suddenly feeling so embarrassed and shy. I can guarantee that my cheeks are red from being so flustered.

"Alright, have a nice day love," he smiles, and turns around before I can respond.

Did that really just happen? Did I just hold a conversation with Harry Styles?

I hope you all liked the first chapter!! Comment and leave some feedback! The second chapter will be up either later tonight, or tomorrow. I have the first few chapters already written
-Claire
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