#TargetGirl [Harry and Liam FanFic] [COMPLETED]

Ally Khrystn enjoys her job @ Target.
Getting into work late. Stacking albums...
But a 'Battle of the Bands' display is up @ Target between The Wanted and One Direction and the boys from 1D just can't help themselves, so they go and check out the sales.
Ally, unbeknowist to their plan tells a disguised Harry that he's a pervert.
Later on, Harry tweets about an elusive #TargetGirl which gets the media buzzing about who she is and if Taylor Swift and Harry Styles are still together....
Liam, brokenhearted from Danielle, comes up with a plan to get her back...
But everything back fires as he falls for #TargetGirl
What does a girl do, when 2 of 1D are after her heart???
And to make matters more interesting she has a crush on her cousin... But then it's understandable when you find out who he is? A clue... He's British and also in a band. What will happen when another falls for the Wyatt heiress??
Read and find out
YOU WON'T REGRET IT
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52. Cardinal Rule

 

A/N: Just a fast one... Thanks for the wait but school started and senior yr is reeeeaaaallly stressful... But here ya go my lovelies :) Love yas .... oh and remember to pre-order 'one way or another' oh and i guess we can all agree that Tay-whore should be outta this book ASAP after the stunt she pulled at the Grammys...like Bitch he's busy preping for a 'SOLD OUT TOUR' and forgetting about your sorry blonde ass (not that I have anything against BLONDES... :D ) just needed to get that out of my system and into the web... LOVE YOUS and Let Me Kiss You ...just kidding *but seriously... KEYWORD (for comments for next chapter ) : HaylorWasForFakes

 

Ally’s POV:

 

“Lunch is ready!” I yelled out as soon as I stuffed the final beef pattie into a bun.

My hunch was confirmed of who the first person through the door was going to be when Nialler rushed into the kitchen only seconds after the words left my mouth.

He rushed over, pulled me into a tight hug and released me only seconds later to rush over to the platter of my hard-worked burgers.

“You’re the best Als,” he exclaimed as he bit into his first burger.

I smiled at him as the expression of delight and savoured taste appeared on his face.

I loved this moment. Cooking for someone that actually likes my cooking.

The dream of becoming a world renowned chef and working under Gordon Ramsey was instantly crushed by mom’s simple comment of, ‘Too dry hon,’ when I made her a grilled chicken with a side of salad, ‘Leave the cooking to the people paid to do it.’

But now, staring at one of my good friends, I savoured the moment of it.

The discussion between El and I about the so called secret admirer was long forgotten and out of my head.

Maybe there had been a lack of communication between us because as far as I could tell, there was no such romantic interest from Nialler. He [thankfully] saw me only as a friend… oh correction, close friend slash personal chef, nothing more and for that I was eternally grateful.

My love life was already screwed up thanks to my feelings for Liam and whatever crush and heart pounding in the ribcage feeling I had for Harry, who I still kept reminding myself was soooooo taken.

Finally, a full minute after I’d announced lunch was ready, in walked Liam, Zerrie and Elounor.

This was an utter mistake since Niall who had continuously stuffed his face in since his appearance had already finished two burgers and was already halfway through his third.

“Oi, save some for us,” Liam complained as he took in the sight of Niall gobbling in the food like a starved man.

“Sorry Li,” Niall apologized even with his mouth still majorly full. “But remember the cardinal rule…”

“What cardinal rule?” I asked, confused. “Losers weepers?”

“No,” Niall replied. “But that could work.”

“What is it then?”

“Wanna eat, beat Nialler to the kitchen,” Niall laughed as he said this and of course I joined in.

Niall just had that effect on people. Joyous.

“But that still doesn’t excuse not leaving anything for us,” Louis exclaimed as he rushed forward and grabbed two for him and Eleanor.

Niall finished his third burger and made a move to grab another, only to be stopped by Perrie slapping away his quick fingers.

“No more for you mister,” Perrie reprimanded as she grabbed the tray away and kept it out of Niall’s reach.

“Just one more pleaseee,” Niall begged.

“Nope,” Perrie shook her head firmly. The action causing her locks to bounce.

“Please Perrie.”

“No Niall.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Fine,” Niall grumbled. “I’ll settle for some nachos then.”

“Uh… Niall?” I called out.

This seemed like the perfect time to confront Niall on his… uh…. Addiction.

“What?” he snapped.

Seemed like the blonde still hadn’t gotten over his upset nature of being shut down on his burger appeal.

“Do you think you…. Uh… need help?”

“Help with what?” he asked, losing the edginess from the prior second, confusion replacing it.

“Your…. Your,” I stopped short as I caught sight of Liam, waving his arms furiously in a ‘no’ gesture as he tried to gain my attention, then he shook his head and mouthed, ‘Don’t even go there!’

“My what, Als?” Niall prompted.

“Uh… never mind,” I muttered as I forced a confused smile his way.

Marching over to the fairly huge pantry, Niall reached in and retrieved a packet of Los Angeles imported nachos, then after shooting a glare Perrie’s way, he walked out to the living room.

“Talk about a dramatic exit,” Zayn muttered under his breath with a smile.

“He sure does that a lot,” Liam agreed.

“What was that about?” I asked Liam.

“What was what about?” he retorted back with a smug smile.

“Why didn’t you want me to ask Niall about his addiction?”

“Don’t confront Niall on his nacho problem, babe. It drives the blonde a little haywire.”

Liam forced an encouraging smile as he planted a kiss on my cheek and grabbed a burger from Perrie and her tray.

The rest of them was munching on a burger each by the dining table.

“I’ll just run up and grab Harry and Taylor. ‘Kay?” I said.

“Okay,” Liam said. “Be quick though.”

I nodded. “Umm… where is the guest room exactly?”

“Go up the stairs, turn left and it’s the first door on the right.”

“Okay, I’ll be quick,” I muttered, turning around and marched out of the room.

Niall was on the recliner, munching on his beloved nachos as he laughed along to Chris Rock’s comedy show which the comedian [Chris Rock] was weirdly making fun of all things a bloody pickle and how it had a thorny looking exterior.

Niall wasn’t one to hold grudges.

I knew he had a nacho addiction.

Hell, I was a witness to him eating three bags just a week ago.

But what Liam said about confrontation leading to a full on out haywire response from Niall was absurd and a totally unreasonable theory.

Chuckling low to myself as I headed upstairs I considered my boyfriend [oh, how nice that sounds] and just how much I was learning about him.

As I took the last step I turned left and marched down the hallway, then seconds later I was by the first door on the right, namely the guest room.

Running one hand lazily through my locks I sighed and shifted my footing, resting my weight on my right leg.

Taking a deep breath after checking for any sound from inside I positioned my knuckles on the cold hard surface of the wooden door and lightly tapped on the surface.

The sound of bed protesting against movement on it and the weight it entailed was all I heard followed by the jerkiness of a loud tumble.

Convinced that either Taylor or Harry were awake, I knocked on the door again, this time making the sound of my knocks louder than before.

“Come in,” I heard a slurred, yet deep voice say from inside the room, the drowsiness very much present.

Shutting my eyes for a second, I counted to three while mentally reciting, ‘LIAM. LIAM.’ Then after gathering up the needed courage, I wrapped my fingers around the cold round knob and turned it, pushed against the door.

The bright light streaming through the windows hit me first and I blinked my eyes as I tried to acclimatize to my surrounding.

After a full five seconds of dark circles blocking my eyes momentarily, I opened my eyes to bed sheets thrown lazily on the floor.

My breath caught as I took in the items laying a foot away from it.

The red and black floral dress and leather overcoat Taylor was wearing only hours before was in a heap at the base of the bed foot. By the bedside was the clothes Harry had also been wearing.

Without knowing it, my eyes drifted to the bed as I heard a groan.

My eyes literally popped out of my sockets as I saw a very naked Harry lying next to an equally naked Taylor who was still fully asleep as she cuddled up to the boy next to her.

I bit away a gasp threatening to escape as a single word popped into my head.

H. U.G. E. Huge!

I forced my eyes away after taking in that the couple were still both sound asleep.

Tiptoeing and retracing my steps back, I held my breath as I hoped that none of them would wake up.

‘One Mississippi, two Mississippi,’ I mentally recited after each step. ‘Three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five,’ a slight creak in the floorboard echoed in the room.

I paused, leg in mid-step as I focused back on the two.

Taylor moved slightly before cuddling herself further into Harry to which Harry wrapped his arms around her [again] very naked waist.

I shuddered slightly at the sight of them.

‘Five Mississippi, six Mississippi,’ I continued, ‘seven Mississippi.’ I reached the door.

After a glance back at them, I went out and slowly closed the door behind me.

After thirty seconds of which I was sure none of them was gonna be bursting out with insults flying. I released my breath and sighed.

Rubbing my eyes harshly as if doing it would erase the image out of my brain, I sank low onto the ground.

I shouldn’t be surprised.

Taylor Swift was… well Taylor Swift.

Tall. Beautiful. Blonde. Successful and Rich.

While I had the rich and successful thing down, I was nothing compared to her.

Besides Harry was Harry and who wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with him or him her.

Of course they would be active in that sense.

Besides my two encounters with William Deshire, the heir from back home, on that field, I was inactive.

Wait… Why was I even thinking over this?

GET OVER IT, YOU! HARRY ISN’T FOR YOU. LIAM IS!

Face palming myself for a second, I got up and headed back downstairs, smile fully on display.        

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