#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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1. Morning Rituals

 Ally's P.O.V

                              

"Darling, seriously don't tell me that you're wearing that disaster to work today", my mum berated in her British accent as I came down the stairs.

"What's wrong with it?" I questioned her, staring at my selected outfit for the day. A pair of leggings, silk blended t-shirt and linen Prada sneakers was my chosen wear.

Mum's face was cringed as she stared at me, disgust evident in her eyes.

"Everything Ally" she said, "Everything. Now march up to your room this instant and put on the Chanel dress I got you for Christmas."

Now it was my turn to cringe in disgust

"No Way. Normal teens don't go around in a $2000 dress and a Gucci bag, mum."

"Well then, it's a good thing you're not a normal teen. You're Ally Khrystn Sophia Wyatt, the daughter of Douglas Wyatt. Now go and change you outfit."

"It's just Ally Khrystn, mum. just Ally Khrystn," I snapped as i tucked a stray golden brown lock of my hair behind my right ear.

I hated...no despised the mention of my full name, I mean who wants to be named after their up tight, old fashioned British mother.

I mean don't get me wrong Sophia was a beautiful name but I just hated being compared to her.

Not only my middle name but also the last name 'Wyatt'. I despised that name. Whenever I say "Hey, I'm Ally Wyatt" as if on cue everyone starts trying to impress and be a kiss-up. My whole life never have i ever been given a chance to just be me.

To prove that Ally Khrystn is more than just the family fortune and name. There was more than just my luxurious life.

 

"Well then, just Ally Khrystn, will you or will you not follow my distinct orders?” Mum asked snapping me out of my train of thoughts in her Red Jeans and D&G top.

"Sophia" Dad's deep voice called out as he came into view, a mug of Roberto's freshly ground coffee in his hands.

"Yes, Douglas," Mum's voice softened as she stared at my father imploringly.

"Just let her be," Dad said.

I flashed him a grateful smile "Thanks Dad" I muttered as iI gave him a  peck on the cheek.

"Welcome, sweetheart."

"Why do you even work in that shop again, Ally ?" mum asked

I sighed as she spat out the words 'that shop' like it was bad cheese. This was after all a morning ritual.

Mum disapproves of my outfit, arguments, being saved by Dad then this dreaded question.

Why was I even working at Target?

"I want to....." I paused hesitant.

"Get the feel of the real world, honey. " Dad interceded 

"Yeah. That" I said

"You don't need to Alisha ". Mum said my dreadful name "You've got unlimited amounts of resources at your disposal." 

"Sophia. We've already discussed this. Let It Go, " Dad warned

"Fine, but you'll be accompanying me to the Mother and Daughter luncheon tomorrow. No question asked. Okay ?" Mum said, quite firmly with her eyes focused on me daring me to refuse her.

"Fine " I muttered as I stared at my Rolex watch I got for my Sweet Sixteen, "Now, can I go ? I'm already late. "

"Yes, you may " She replied, her anger dispersing at my reply.

"Laters , " I muttered out to no one in particular as I rushed out the door.

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I rushed into Mike's office

"I'm so sorry I'm late" I just managed to say as I desperately tried to catch my breath.

Gasping for air was also another Morning Ritual. After the dreadful affair with my mother, I only had 10 minutes to get to work.

And living 30 minutes away from work was a problem even my Ferrari couldn't solve.

"Again," Mike commented

I stared at him, hoping that he'd let this one slide. After a long second, a wide smile appeared on Mike's 'friendly' face.

I sighed in relief

Mike was the manager. With his long dreadlocks and Blue eyes, he initially didn't seem like the type of person that would be responsible.

But then again I was always a bad judge of character.

"Let me guess, your Mum? " He questioned

He was one of the people at work that knew about my very drama filled family. We were really good friends.

"Uh-huh, " I replied, nodding my head profusely as I stared at him.

"Don't let her get to you, Ally, " he encouraged as he placed a hand on my shoulders, trying to be comforting.

But that only made me blush, you see for a while I have come to develop well a .... 'small' crush on him but then again I have huge baggage in the form of my 'Parents'.

"Yeah," I muttered trying miserably to make my voice not crack "I won't let her."

"Great ! "

"What do I have today ?"

"Well, since you're late...."

"Again, " I interceded  

"Yes," Mike nodded an amused smile on his face "Again, Jessy and Kels have got the Clothing Department, Dave and Blake have the  Housing under control, and lucky you have got the..."

"Dreaded Entertainment Section ? Seriously? "

"Yes Yes... As they say ... 'the early bird gets the worm' and you my dear are not and 'early worm'

"Hahaha. Very Funny Mr.Mike the great Philosopher," I muttered sarcastically as i poked his dimples knowing how that annoys him

"Well get to it Ms. Wyatt." he hit back clearly aware of my despise for the mentioning of that name

"It's Ally. Ally Khrystn, Mike. Khrystn not Wyatt," I grunted out.

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