That one unlucky girl.

Chapter 1

My name is Tiffany Anderson. I've always wanted to be a proffesional dancer, since about age four. I would dance all night until I would pass out on the couch.

*17 years later*

"Tiffany, get up! your bus is going to be here in 5 minutes!" I heard my mom yelling to me from downstairs in the kitchen. I could hear her through my moaning. This is just what I need. Going to school on the day I hate. Monday. I looked at the time, 7:03. Oh crap! The bus comes at 7:10. I ran into my closet doors, thinking they were open. I slipped into my oversized tshirt, sweatpants and hoodie. Put my hair into a bun, and ran downstairs. "Okay, by mom!" I left the house at 7:08. oh great, 2 minutes to walk 3 blocks, i probably wont make it. I got there thinking I was on time, but I missed it by 1 MINUTE. "NOOO, WAIT!" I screamed running towards it. My bus driver saw me, but didn't stop. I think she hates me. Well, maybe my mom can bring me. "Mom! I missed the bus, can you bring me, please?" I heard nothing as I walked through our empty house. Shoot, she must have left for work. I guess im walking.                                                                                                                                                                             I got about 2 blocks away from my house when it started to pour rain, I slipped my hood over my head, and starting to walk a faster pace. I wasn't paying any attention, and I ran into someone. I looked up yelling at him. "What the heck is your problem?! Get out of my way, douche!" He stared at me. His beautiful green eyes looked straight into mine, "Hello, my name is Harry. Harry Styles. Im sorry, I didn't see you there." I wanted to be kind, because I didn't want him to think I'm some kind of jerk. "Whatever. Just move, I need to get somewhere." He looked at me, he was looking like he wasn't exactly sure what to say after that. "Well, would you like me to help you?" I looked at him with a weird expression. "What do you mean, help?" Then I looked down at my feet, all of my books had fallen into a big mud puddle. "No, I don't need your help. Just go." I crouched down to grab my books, and the rain came down harder. I got up, my mascara running down my face, my hair was a mess, and i started to walk once my books were back in my bag. "Wait! Let me atleast give you a ride. My car is right there." He pointed to the black Lamborgini parked across the street. I sighed, and followed right behind him. "So, where will I be taking you today?" His deep accent made me fall for him a little more. "Just my house, its the fifth one on the left over there." I pointed at it, and as the seconds past, I didn't want to leave this Harry guy. We pulled into my driveway, so i quickly built up enough courage to ask him. "So, erm..well, uh, hmm, can I have your number? Just, incase I need a ride again?" I mumbled under my breath laughing. "Yeah, just put your number in my phone, and I will text you as soon as you get out of the car!" He smiled a half smile, and then I got out. I walked up to my door, turned around waved and told him thanks.