Unexpected Love

Chapter 1

*A/N Hey Guys! So, this is a love story on Harry Styles, I don't know much about London or any other place named in this fan fiction so it'll be really random. If you know England, and would like to help me out with that I'd thank you, so much. This is my first fanfiction so please try your best not to be rude. Plus, I don't have a "british vocabulary" neither do I have a great english since I'm still learning english so, I'm begging you no rude comments. If you don't like the story just stop reading and ignore me completely... (:

CHAPTER 1

 "I'll miss you baby" were the last words I heard from my lovely mother; that was two years ago, exactly 13 days before the huge event.

  Let me tell you a story. When I was a kid, around 7 years old my parents got divorced, not because my mom hated him or something, but because my dad had an affair, gross. My mom was really hurt, she got depressed and she'd cry herself to sleep. She really did love him, she couldn't cope having him around so they got divorced. After their divorce I never heard about Gustav Jones, not until the day he was last seen by anybody, the day he died. I coped easily, it wasn't that hard to deal with since I felt disgusted by him. He had an affair with my English teacher, disgusting, for real. Three years after they got divorced my dad got into a car crash, and that's how he died. It was instantly, he didn't suffer a bit. To be honest, sometimes I'm jealous, sometimes I wish a car crashed me and killed me immediately, I'd just stop suffering. I wish I could see all my life pass in front of my eyes and in a second by in heaven, or hell. Whatever, I just wish I could die.  Why do I want to die? Why, at my young sixteen years, I thought of death? Because I have no one, my mom died two years ago, my dad died six years ago, I'm an only child and the rest of my family is back in United States. I got interrupted by the voice of my co-worker Abigail.

 "Rache, Earth calling Rache!" she waved her hand in front of me. I was really out of it, I couldn't stop thinking in mom, her squeaky voice, her large smile, her blonde hair falling like a cascade on her back, she could be an adult but she was really attractive, I still don't get how my dad cou-

"RACHE!" I shook my head and turned to Abigail, God she was so annoying, whatever.

"Uh. Yeah, sorry. What is it Abi?" I looked up at her and she had a wary look on her face "Abi, what is it?"  She rapidly looked at me and handed me some black skinny jeans

"Go hang this, the customer just threw them at me and went away. I swear some customers are so-" I placed my hand on her mouth for her to shut up, it was for her own sake. I got near her and whispered in her ear "If Cassie comes by and listens what you were about to say, you're out. Control your temper, Abi" I walked off to the rack of skinny jeans and hanged them. I know I had just said Abigail was annoying, but she's the only one around that actually talks to me so I might as well stick to her. 

"Good night, Bob" I said to the guard of the clothing store where I worked. It was eight at night and I was just going off to my apartment, I was starving so I stopped by starbucks. I got myself a caramel coffee frappuccino and a piece of chocolate cake and sat down. 

I walked off to my apartment once I finished my cake and kept drinking my frappuccino, as I got to my apartment I heard some screams next doors. It sounded like some guys where fighting over something, I looked over to their place and someone walked out, slamming the door behind their back. I jumped and gasped loudly, I ain't used to those situations, and whenever I situation like that showed up It took me back to when I was a kid and my parents got into huge fights. I started crying immediately and ran into my flat, locked the door and sat on the couch. I was staring at the tv, which was turned off, and just kept crying. 

*"GET OUT OF HERE, GUSTAV!" she said in tears, she started hitting him and she threw pillows at him, he was drunk and not himself that night. He stood up and slapped her throwing her to the floor "I AIN'T GOING NO WHERE, ELIZABETH! THIS IS MY HOME, AND I'M STAYING HERE!" my mom was crying, uncontrollably, she had her hand placed on her cheek, I could tell she'd have a mark for the rest of the week. "GET OUT! IT'S EITHER YOU OR ME, GUSTAV!" she took a deep breathe and lowered her voice "for the sake of your child, leave." she demanded, he couldn't argue, he looked back at me, he grabbed his phone and ran out of the house, slamming the door. Just the way the guys next door did today.

I was now curled up on the couch, hugging a small pillow and crying. Tears just kept coming out, I couldn't stop. I was crying, yelling in pain, I couldn't control it, my breathing was uncertain. I got up and started to throw things to the floor. I couldn't stand it, it was too much. I'd never get over it. I'd never get over his death nor her death. I was alone in this world. I got interrupted, there was a knock on my door. I took a deep breathe trying to control my tears, who could be knocking on my door? I looked at the clock in the kitchen, it was almost ten at night. Whoa, I've been crying for over an hour. The door kept insisting I looked at the mirror, gosh I looked awful. My eyes were red and puffy for crying so much, and my throat was burning. I'm expecting not having a voice tomorrow, I took another deep breathe and opened the door to see who it was....

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