It All Started With a Dream

Having a dream can only go so far, it's the work you put into that dream that can take you all the way. That's the way Jo Matthews looks at things. With one dream hanging over her head twenty four seven. She wants to be a race car driver. Nothing can stop her from getting there. Even if it means tearing some people down in the process. Including one by the name of Harry Styles, new driver on the team. That's just the risk she's willing to take. But once Jo is forced to spend some time with Harry, do things start to be different? Will she actually find someone who supports her dream? Will she find love along the way? Follow along with her story, to see how she follows the one dream she's been after since a child.


4. chapter 3:

Ch. 3



"Alright kid! Just start her up and take a lap!" My dad yelled to Harry who was sitting in our newest racing machine. The same one that I was kicked out of previously. Harry gave my dad a thumbs up before making the car roar to life. I close my eyes taking in the beautiful sound of a healthy engine. I'm standing next to my dad watching Harry get situated in the car.

"How do you think this ones gonna hold up?" Dad asked me crossing his arms. I shrug also crossing my arms, "Don't know. But you know... There's always one driver you can get for free.."

Dad groans, "Not now Jo. Just let that go. I'm not letting you drive." That's when I just walk away, knowing that I wouldn't be able to control my mouth. I walk over to the concession stand where my long time friend Brandon was working today. With a frustrated groan, I jump up onto the counter of the stand.

"Oh hey. What's up?" Brandon says coming over with a bag of potato chips. "What do you think?" I ask pointing over to curly racing past in the car. Brandon nods understandingly, "Hm, new driver? Again?"

I nod, swinging my feet back and forth watching Harry drive. His technique is a bit shaky, but he's okay. I could do much better though. "I don't get why dad can't just let me drive for our team. It would save him money, and he knows I'm just as good as these strangers. Maybe even better!" I complain again. I say this at least once a day to Brandon. He's always there to listen to my complaining.

"Jo. We go through this everyday. Tommy and I both know it's only because he cares." I look back at him, "Since when do you take their side?" He sighs starting to put water bottles in the coolers, "Since I learned what actually happened to Tommy. I don't want that happening to you Jo."

I sigh jumping off the counter, "Whatever."

"Jo please...."

Before he says anything else I walk away. He was the only person that had faith in me to keep driving. Now he's on my dad's side. It isn't fair. Why can't there be someone who will remain on my side through all of this. I just don't understand. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't race. Watching Harry drive down the track one last time, makes me envy him. I wish I could do that without people judging me.

"Bring her around Harry!" I hear my dad yell to him as the car slows down. He slows down the car to a stop in front of the pit. At this point I'm almost to the exit of the race track. I grab my keys out of my pocket, heading to our old pick up truck parked outside. I open the driver side sliding in quickly just wanting to get away from here for right now. Everyone is getting on my nerves and I can't handle it.

"Hey!", I hear a voice call out to me just as I was about to insert the keys into the ignition. When I look up I almost cringe. He runs up to my window dressed in our teams racing uniform.

"Where you going?", Harry asks with a smile. His little curls are unruly all over his head, and his face pink from the sweat created by his helmet. "Home." I mumble starting the car. He nods looking at the door across from mine. I knew what he wanted.

"You want a ride?", I ask with a sigh.

"That would be awesome actually..." In a second he was in the passenger seat buckling in.

"So." I say pulling out of the dirt lot. Harry turns to me from looking out the window. "How was the car?" I ask turning the air on since its still scorching hot out which is normal down here.

"She's running pretty good. Thanks to you.." He says cheekily. I roll my eyes turning down another road passing by some of the shops. Racing is pretty popular in our little town. Everyone knows everyone, and we always have something to do, to keep our days busy. You never see someone walking around just for the fun of it, there is always a purpose. I guess that's why I've always loved living here, you can never get bored.

"It's really nice here.." Harry's voice cuts through my thoughts. I quickly glanced over at him looking out the window at the town. "Yeah. It's a nice place to live." I reply driving the old truck down another street. Harry rolls down the window before saying, "Did you grow up here?"

"Born and raised."

He nods keeping his gaze locked outside the window. Harry seems like one of those guys I wouldn't waste my time talking to. He's just so awkward.. And I hate always being the one to start conversations.

"What about you?" I ask to quickly. I mentally face palm myself. Why would I ask that? It's not like I actually care where he's from. Maybe it's just the feeling of silence in the at with him I dislike.

He chuckles slightly, "Well... I'm not entirely sure where I'm from. My grandfather and I have traveled around together since I was a boy. We never stayed in one place to long, so I never had an actual 'home'."

Again, I just nod not entirely sure how to respond. Then suddenly an idea popped into my head. Maybe this is my chance!

"So does that mean you aren't going to be staying here long?" I ask. Yeah it may seem a bit ride, but it's a question I have to know the answer to.

At first he seemed taken aback by my question, "Um... I mean if this team doesn't work out, then my Grandfather and I would have to move. So it just depends on what happened here..."

There it is, the answer to my problem. If his chance on this team fails, he leaves. Meaning I would be one step closer to what I want. Maybe my father would finally give up on finding a driver and let me drive for the team!


"Okay... Well hopefully it works out."


Lie. Big lie, I hope that it fails. I want to take the spot that belongs to me. I'm sorry Harry, it's nothing personal. It's just something I need to have, and you need to be gone for me to have it..

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