#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
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15. Destination: LONDON


Ally’s POV


For the next two days, I was under house arrest.

Mom wouldn’t even let me take one measly step out of the door. She must’ve thought that I’d break off into a run and elope with some mysterious boyfriend that she believed I had.

Whenever I wanted something from outside like a new iPhone or the latest albums, I had to ring a bell and tell Roberto or whoever came what I wanted so they could get it.

I felt like a criminal in Alcatraz under lockdown.

Mom even went so far as to monitor my calls and demand my phone in order to stream through my messages.

She’d ask me to pack elegant yet appropriate wear which in her dictionary meant Gucci, Prada, Louis Vutton and Jimmy Choos.

This then led to me smuggling some tees that had logos like ‘SO AMERICAN’ into my luggage after mom left.

She would have had the shirt burned if she’d seen it, so I guarded my bag with my life for the rest of the day.

The only tearful farewell that I went through was with Roberto, whereas with mom, I just averted my eyes and muttered, “Goodbye,” with a slight wave.

“Oh, and Ally,” mom called out as they announced that my flight was boarding.

I turned around and spared her a glance, “Yeah?”

“Nathan’s sending a driver to meet you at the airport when you arrive, ‘Kay?”

I scoffed.

What the hell? Is Nathan going to be one of those teens that were born into their mid 30’s?

Is he going to be an uptight, strict and no partying type of guy?

Because, well, I didn’t know anyone (that’s not old) around my age that sent a driver.

“Uh…. Fine,” I muttered, and then turned around.

A second later, there was another announcement, “British Airways Flight 659 outbound for London is now boarding in Gate 46. Flight 659 for Heathrow airport in London is now boarding in Gate 46. Passengers, please make your way to the gate now. Thank you.”

So I headed for my gate, and waited behind a crowd of early passengers.

Dang, this is going to be so freaking looonnnggg….

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a woman at the counter called out, “We will be boarding the first class first then families. Now first class, please make your way forward and be ready with your ticket and passport.”

This was one of those rare times, that I was thankful that my mom wanted to spend money on me.

I didn’t have to wait at all.

I headed over and supplied my tickets and passport.

She scanned it and I knew the instant she recognized my name, because she looked up at me and did a double take between my passport and my face.

She eyed me like I was the ghost of Michael Jackson.

“Uh…” she paused, “Good morning Ms. Wyatt,” she flashed me an ear-to-ear grin.

I nodded back; after all, I didn’t even want to go to England, so why should I play nice?

“Hello,” I said in a bored voice.

“How are you today?”

I wanted to say, ‘None of your bloody business,’ but bit it back.


“I’ll notify the captain and staff that you’re travelling with us today,” she stated as she grabbed the nearby line.

“N-No,” I shouted, earning a few curious looks.

But the woman serving me ignored my ordered and dialled someone.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “Yes sir, Ms. Wyatt is travelling with us today.”

There were some murmurs that I didn’t understand from the other end.

She smile, “Yes, I’ll let her know,” she said before she hung up before eyeing me again, “Everything is taken cared of, Ms. Wyatt and the captain offers you his warmest welcome and said that if you needed anything at all during the flight, to let the staff know and they’ll be happy to assist you in any way possible.”

I nodded glumly, “Uh…. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling as she handed me back my stuff.

I started to walk away but she called out, “Uh… Ms. Ally?”

I paused, only because she called me Ally and not Wyatt.

“Yes?” I asked.

She held out a pen and paper, “Can I get an autograph?”

“Yeah, sure,” I took it and signed: AllyKhrystn<3

“Thanks,” she muttered as I handed it back and walked to the tunnel like thingy, connecting the gate to the plane.


  v  v  v


The flight over to England took more time than I needed.

I flickered through some magazines that the flight attendants had practically shoved into my face with glee.

In my hand was a glass of champagne which I desperately needed before meeting my cousin and his low esteemed band, ‘The Hearted’.

The sound of Liam singing to ‘They Don’t Know About Us’ was blasting on my headphones as I sang along, not caring about the glares that was being directed at me.

The attendants, of course, had the right mind not to bother me.

“I’m sorry sir,” on said to the man sitting two seats behind me, “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” he demanded, “She’s disturbing me. I have a board meeting tomorrow and I have to get some rest.”

“I understand sir, but please understand, if I do that, I will most likely lose my job.”

“Why? What can she do?”

“She’s the daughter of a wealthy and very influential man.”

The man gave her a look that said, “So?”

“She’s Alisha Wyatt,” the attendant said.

“Oh,” the man muttered as if that explained everything, and I guess it did.

I went back to singing, undisturbed, but still very much disturbing others.

An hour before landing, I put away my phone and read through an article about The Wanted.

Turns out, they were taking a break from their tour due to some family duties Nathan had to take care of.

Damn, he’s smoking, I thought, as I eyed Nathan at the Skyfall premiere wearing a $2000 Armani suit.

In the band, I liked Sykes the most, then Tom, then Max, then Siva and Jay were tied.

Guess I was a sucker for boyish good looks.


  v  v  v


I was rushed through a special line after getting off the plane.

This was one of those rare times that I loved the power my name gave me.

I didn’t want to have to wait a whole hour to get through customs.

“Uh… Ms. Wyatt?” a woman that looked too stylish to work at an airport called out as I walked out of security.

“Yeah?” I asked, eyeing the fake Jimmy Choos she was sporting.

I was actually thinking of handing over my real Jimmy Choos since I liked sneakers when she said, “Your driver’s here.”

“Oh-Kay. Can you direct me to him?”

“Sure,” she pointed at a guy talking on his phone, wearing a suit with his back to me. I headed over, admiring the guys physique.

“Yeah Nate,” he muttered into the phone, “Yea, I’m waiting for her.”

I noticed that he was yawning.

“Er-Ermm,” I cleared my throat.

“Hold on,” he muttered into the phone, then turned around.

Oh Crap, he’s smoking hot! I wished I hadn’t said that out loud.

At his confused and curios expression, I knew I hadn’t.

I took a second to take him in.

His hair was cropped short but still managed to look messy like he’d just gotten out of bed. Which he might have. He had dark, foreboding eyes that eyed me with curiosity or…was it humour? His body was tight and muscled.

“Uh… may I help you?” he asked me in a husky British accent that just made me melt a bit.

“I’m her,” I muttered out, since those were the only words I could get out right now.

“Uh…her?” he was confused now, his brows arched in worry.

I held out my hand, as I chuckled, “Ally… Ally Khrystn.”

He shook my hand, smiling, “Oh right. Ms. Wyatt. O nice to finally meet you.”

I hid my distaste that he’d called me Ms. Wyatt and not Khrystn, the name I’d given him.

“Your luggage?” he asked.

“Uh…” I looked around as if it would magically appear out of nowhere, “Somewhere,” I added 

I personally hoped it had gone missing. At least then I wouldn’t be forced to endure Gucci.

“I’ll go look for it,” he smirked as if he knew what I was thinking of then turned around and walked off.

He only knew me… for what?...Five minutes and he was already smirking.

We were not going to be getting along…. AT ALL.


  v  v  v


“Where’s my cousin?” I asked the guy (who still hadn’t introduced himself) as we neared our destination.

“Nathan’s at home. Cleaning up,” he replied, in an at ease tone, like him and my cousin were close friends.


There were a couple of minutes of silence as I tweeted.


@AllyKhrystN: Watsz up London? Any whoos, enjoying the sights… OMG the Big Ben is so amaziinngg… <Sigh> Can’t wait for tour by some friends <3


We passed by the Big Ben, the Buckingham Palace and also, my personal fave, the London Eye. Everything looked so marvellous and against my hard feelings towards mom, I actually can’t wait to be lost in all of London.

“So you know Nathan well?” I asked the guy as we turned into a street full of apartments. Huge and expensive looking apartments.

He nodded, “Nathan and I grew up together. You’ll like him, I assure you, Ms. Wyatt.”

“It’s Khrystn,” I snapped.

He smirked, “What?”

“It’s Khrystn, not Wyatt.”

“I beg to differ,” he argued, “It’s Wyatt too. Says so in your birth certificate.”

“You had me checked out?” I yelled out in anger.

I didn’t like people doing background checks on me. Especially someone like him, who still hadn’t told me his name.

“No,” he replied, tone still calm and collected.

I calmed down a bit, until he added, “Nathan did.”

I was stumped. Definitely and utterly stumped.

“My cousin what?”

“He wanted to know what you enjoyed and stuff.”

“Does he know there’s something call… oh I don’t know, asking me about that?”

I was definitely shocked and well… I freaked out when I did.

“He wanted to find out everything, yes, but not from you.”

“There’s my mom.”

“He likes your mom, yes, but she’s a tad bit too much.”

I laughed at this. So my cousin thought so to now, did he?

I was beginning to actually like my cousin.

“Oh really?” I muttered, “So anyways, how did he find out?”

“He asked me of course,” the guy replied.

“What can you do?” I asked while mentally muttering, ‘Other than look pretty.’

“Hacking?” I added, smiling.

“My dad works for MI6,” he said this like it was obvious.


Sure every guy has a parent in an intelligence agency… NOT!

He smiled as he pulled into a spot, then came around and opened my car door like I was incapable of doing so myself.

“Thank you,” I muttered sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, catching my sarcasm, then added, “Ms. Wyatt.”  

“It’s Ally,” I held out a hand, “That’s what my friends call me.”

He shook it, smiling, “Name’s Will.”

Just then his phone rang, he pulled it out and answered it.

“Yes Nathan,” he said into it, “We’re outside now.”


Nathan’s POV


“Sounds like a car,” Max commented, as headlights shone through the windows.

“Yeah,” I agreed, pulling out my phone and dialled Will.

“Hey mate,” I said, “You here yet?”

“Yes Nathan,” he replied, “We’re outside right now.”

“Great. Just come on up. It’s only me and the boys.”

“ ‘Kay,” he muttered then hung up.

“Okay, mates,” I turned to the boys, “They’re  here so BEHAVE!!!”

Max chuckled, “The guy that’s the least obedient is telling us to behave?” he asked.

“Shut it Max,” I yelled at him as I threw a football at him.

“Shhh!!!” I shushed as I heard the keys on the door.

They were outside.

As the door opened, I expected an awkward and timid girl to waltz right in after Will.

But boy, was my expectations WRONG…

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