#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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39. He's Very Taken

 

Ally’s POV

 

I turned around shocked, and holding up a wooden spatula for defence.

I calmed down when I saw curls and a pair of intense green eyes that were similar to emerald earrings mom had gotten from dad last year.

“Uh… hey Harry,” I said back as I grabbed the already made pizza base from the pantry. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…” he muttered as he moved away from the doorway and walked towards me. “I just offered to help you,” he added.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“What are you making?”

“Mozzarella pizza.”

“Yummy,” he said as he brushed his lips with his tongue.

For a second, all I did was stare at his gleaming wet lips. His warm, inviting lips that just teased me. If I just took one step towards him I could kiss those lips and put myself out of misery.

What would he taste like? What will it feel l-?”

What the heck am I doing???

He has a girlfriend, dumbass. An international singer slash superstar that could socially kill me with a song about how I stole her man.

I blushed as I turned [or more like forced] my eyes back towards the pizza on Lou’s stainless steel countertop.

“Umm…” I paused, feeling the warmth his body was emitting as he moved closer to me.

“What?” he asked as he stopped beside me. His warm delectable breath brushing against my neck and shooting fire all over my skin.

Think Ally. What are you gonna say? What? What? What?

“Where’s… uh… where’s Liam?” I finally managed to ask.

Harry sighed as he took a step away and grabbed the cheese grater and started grating the cheese.

“He… uh… went up to El to ask her for a dress,” he answered.

“Why would Liam need a dress?” I wondered.

“For you of course,” he said. “So you can just go to the restaurant from here.”

“Oh,” I muttered.

What else to day?

I needed to say something else…

If there was silence then I could dwell on his red, full and inviting lips.

Think Ally. Think.

“Uh…. So where’s… uh Taylor at now?” I choked out, remembering the dream from back home before I left.

Taylor was right. I liked Harry. I liked her boyfriend. Her very, very taken boyfriend.

“Oh, she’s back in America right now for the holidays. We’re meeting in New York for New Year’s Eve,” he replied.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.”

See Ally…. They made plans together. Get it through your head. DO NOT GO FOR HARRY. DO NOT, I REPEAT, GO FOR HARRY! He’s in love with the blonde that would definitely, without a doubt write a song about him when they break up. Maybe ‘I went in the wrong Direction’?? Wait, why am I even thinking of their break-up? For all I know, they might just even get married and have ten kids and be the next Hollywood Power Couple, not that they aren’t now. They would definitely be a power couple. Dang, WHY AM I YAMMERING???

Get it together Ally. Get it together.

“So, what are you doing New Year’s Eve?” he asked.

“Don’t have any plans right now,” I muttered.

Mom had told me yesterday that she had to be in the U.S for New Year because of some investment party she had to attend.

For me, in translation that meant: I’m outta your hair for now.

“Hey listen,” he started, “I’m so sorry for freaking out back there about the date. I just don’t like the idea of you and Liam…”

“Me and Liam what?” I prodded, knowing that he was going to continue.

Because, well, it doesn’t make sense for Harry to not want Liam and me together.

“You and Liam…uh… rushing into any decision like that… yeah… that’s it,” he muttered as if unsure of it himself.

“Uh… should I say thanks?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Okay… Thanks Haz,” I muttered as I placed the pizza into the oven, set the timer and relaxed.

“Is the food ready?” Niall called out from the living room.

“20 minutes,” I yelled back.

“Fine,” he said as we started heading back to the living room.

Liam came back down, holding a smashing black ivory dress.

“Here ya go,” he said as he handed it to me. “Get ready. We have reservations for six.”

“Okay,” I said as I rushed for the bathroom.
 

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