Mr. Styles

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"If you take the density of the cup and divide it by the weight of the water in the cup, you get 12."

"Are you even speaking English Grace?" I rolled onto my back and groaned.

"Maybe we shouldn't be doing homework on your bed." She giggled, her fiery red hair glistening in the sunlight that poured in from my slightly open window. The cool Summer breeze gently blowing into my room. My stomach grumbled loudly, grabbing me out of my trance-like state.
I grunted and rolled out of bed.

"Hey i'm gonna grab something to eat, you want anything?" I said as I was already halfway out my door.
"I'M GOOD!" She yelled back.

I quickly skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. I fumbled through my cabinets before finding a bag of chips. I grabbed them and and started towards the stairs when I heard my mom's voice calling after me.

"Madison? Can you come here for a second?" I sighed and popped a chip into my mouth, walking towards her dimly lit office where she sat piled in work papers. My dad passed away when I was thirteen and my mom has taken care of me ever since. She puts everything into my older brother and I, and i'm so grateful for her. She looked up and smiled weakly at me.

"Hey, honey." She pushed her glasses up to perch on the top of her messy hair, revealing her tired eyes.

"I just wanted to remind you that i'm leaving for Canada tomorrow morning and i'll be gone for four days. I'm sorry I have to go right now, but a lot is going on and my boss needs me in Vancouver."

"It's fine."

"Are you sure you should stay here... I mean i'm sure Grace's family will let you spend a few days there-"

"Mom. Really, i'll be fine. I'm seventeen. I can take care of myself for a few days." My mom still didn't look convinced.

"If anything happens i'll go straight to Grace's, okay?" He sighed a breath of uneasy relief.

"...Okay. Go finish your homework." I once again starting ascending the stairs to my room when she called out.

"Grace can stay for dinner if she wants!"

"OKAY!"

I tossed open my bedroom door to find Grace on the phone.

"I have to go." She quickly hung up. It looked like she had been crying.

"Who was that? What happened?" I looked at her, filled with worry.

"N-no one. I have to go, i'll see you tomorrow." She sped quickly out of my room. A few seconds later I heard the front door slam. I grabbed my phone and quickly typed out "Are you okay?" and hitting send. It didn't deliver.
I flopped on my bed thinking of every single possibility that could explain what just happened. My eyes started to flutter until everything turned black.

I woke up to my phone ringing. I grunted and grabbed it off of my bedside table.

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Hi! Is this Madison Alexis?" I stared at my clock and it read 1:27 AM.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"This is Starr Agency." I quickly sat up in my bed and gasped.

"We have reviewed your modeling profile and we would like to have a meeting with you in our New York City Headquarters."

"Yes of course, that would be awesome!" I smiled into the phone.

"When do you think you could make it in?" The woman on the other end asked.

"Well uh I have school until 3 but I can probably get to the city by 4!"

"That sounds great. I'll make an appointment for you. Come in a flattering pair of underwear, a t shirt, jeans and heels of your choice."

"Thank you so much." I hung up.

Since there was absolutely no way I was sleeping tonight, I flipped on my light switch and headed over to my closet. I eventually picked out a black lace bra and panties, a gray v-neck, black skinny jeans, and black booties. I headed back over to my bed and grabbed about to text my mom the news. I held my phone for a few seconds then dropped it in shock. 50 missed calls from Grace. 50. I started pacing as I called her frantically.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I mumbled, pacing around my room like a lunatic. If something happened to Grace... The call went straight to voicemail.

"No. No. What is happening." I threw on a sweatshirt and my white and green Stan Smith's and ran out my door. The cold early morning breeze smacked me in the face.
I ran two blocks over to Graces house, violently ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door. I saw a light flicker on upstairs, and feet emerge down the stairs. Grace's dad. He opened the door, looking shocked.

"Madison? Is everything okay?" He furrowed his brow.

"Where is Grace?!?!" I practically yelled at him.

"She's upstairs... sleeping... are you sure you're okay?" He looked very concerned.

"Can you get her? Please."

"I'll be right back." He closed the door and slowly began to ascend up the staircase. A few minutes later I saw Grace coming down the stairs in a robe with her hair in a messy top bun. She opened the door.

"Why are you here?" She hissed at me.

"You called me! 50 times! Are you okay?!?!?" I spat at her, angry that she would even wonder why I was here... what was going on?

"What? Show me." She did not sound like she believed me.

"Okay! Look." I pulled up my caller list, ready to prove to her that I was right.

It was blank.

"W-what?" I said, in shock.

"Madison? Are you okay? Do you need to come in?" Suddenly everything began to spin. I don't know what happened after that but the next thing I knew, I was running so fast that my feet were barely touching the ground.

I woke up in my bed. The clock read 7:12 AM.

What happened?

A/N: hey loves, I hope you like the first chapter. i know that a lot went on, but i promise from here on out it will be a lot more clear what is happening.