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Chapter 1

Ava

"Mother please, you have to let me go, I've been saving up for months." I beg as I can feel tears start to sting my eyes.

"I said no, I don't care how long you've saved for this you are not allowed to go, it is a concert, we have had this conversation many times."

"Now I am going to pick up your brother from his art class, and by the time I get back, I expect you to let this go." she huffs, slamming the door behind her.

Trying to calm my pounding heart, I pace to my room, and put my headphones in.

"Tell me something, tell me something, you don't know nothing..."

The music works its magic, putting my nerves at ease.

When will my mother understand?

That's it, I'm going.

I have worked way too hard for this to let it go.

I have the code, I have the money, and he's going to London to preform, she won't find out, she can't find a out.

A groan leaves my lips when my alarm rings, signaling that o have to leave for work.

In an attempt to put aside my emotions, I shake my head and start putting my uniform on.

Everyday just seems to be getting worse since I've moved here, I've got nothing against the country, it's a beautiful place to live and I'm in love with the weather here.

It's just my family that's fucked up.

My parents can't seem to stop fighting, my mother just doesn't understand me, and most of it goes to my little brother which is wrong.

He shouldn't have to be in the middle of our mess, he's only fourteen he should be able to be happy within her family, his parents should be supporting him.

I'm his only friend and that makes me want to scream.

As soon as I've found myself a good job and a place to live I will be out of this hell hole.

My phone vibrates breaking me out of my thoughts.

Gucci posted something.

Raising a brow in curiosity I open up Instagram to see a picture of someone's hand accessorized with rings threaded through some kind of fur.

Another notification pops up except this time from 'twitter'.

"Oh my god." my eyes widen and a smile spreads across my face when I read the news.

"No way is this real, Harry is actually shooting an ad for Gucci, oh my god, this is going to be great!" I squeal to myself before putting my phone into my bag.

Today might not be such a bad day.

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Hello to anyone reading this, hoe you're doing well.

I know this was pretty boring but it's just to get the book started, the next chapter will be better I swear.

I'll post the chapter in a little bit, won't take long I promise.

Have a good day

~A