#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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6. Oprah


Ally’s POV  


“Wanna catch the rerun of Oprah?” Jessy asked as we finished putting away the pedicure stuff.

We were at her place for the long awaited sleepover.

“Yeah sure,” I agreed as I lay down on her bed, keeping my nails away from anything that could destroy it.

As I admired the red nail polish against my skin tone, Jessy surfed through the many channels looking for Oprah.

“Who’s she interviewing?” I inquired, knowing full well that my mom would’ve known it.

She was always glued onto the screen whenever Oprah came on. She idolized her. Scary to think that she liked Oprah more than her own daughter.

Jessy finally stopped surfing as Oprah showed up doing the pre show talk or something.

“Don’t know,” she said as she same and sat next to me, offering me popcorn.

I muttered my thanks, grabbed some and continued to admire my nails.

I respected Oprah but not that much as to watch her pre show talk.

The same, of course, couldn’t be said about Jessy, whose eyes were glued to the screen like my moms. They would definitely have gotten along with each other if my mom wasn’t a bitch that judged people on their net worth.

The sound of Oprah talking faded into the background.

My mom was really something else.

Sometimes like right now, I’d wonder what life would have been like if I was normal. What life would be like if I wasn’t born into money? What would happen if my mom wasn’t my mom? If she was a kind soul that judged me on my characteristics.

A mom that loved me for me and tried not to make an image of her, adorned in jewellery worth millions and dressed in the latest fashion trends.

“Oh shit!” Jessy shrieked after a while, breaking into my thoughts.

I looked around for an intruder, the perfect explanation to my friend’s shriek.

“What happened?” I asked, spotting nothing out of the ordinary in the room.

“Just look,” she said pointing at the telly.

I was turning into my mom, saying ‘telly’.

I turned my eyes onto the screen on the wall, hoping for an explanation to my friend’s dramatic episode.

Oprah was still talking.

“Wha-” Jessy cuts me off by covering my mouth with her fingers. The strong stench of the nail polish was still potent.

“Shhh!” she shushed, nodding towards the screen again.

“So,” Oprah started, “It is with great and utmost pleasure,” she smiled, “to welcome onto the stage, the boy band phenomenon ruling the world, OOONNNEEE DDDIIIRRREEECCCTTTIIIOOONN!!” she dragged their name.

I stared at the screen, waiting for the boys to come out, but they didn’t appear.

The stage just darkened and silence filled the studio.

Was this a ruse? A publicity stunt?

The stage finally lit up.

Oprah had disappeared, replaced by only five mikes on the stage.

Something in my brain lit up. Right, PERFORMANCE TIME!

The audience roared as five boys walked out and stood at a mike each.  

Harry was in the middle, wearing a party jacket, a blue v-necked tee and black jeans.

To his right was Niall, in a red hoodie with a green shirt peeking out, paired off with brown, low riding pants.

Next to Niall was Zayn in a grey sweater and dark blue jeans, while on the left of Harry was Liam then Louis both wearing black denim-washed jeans which Louis paired off with a white buttoned up shirt and suspenders while Liam paired it off with a red waist hugging tee.

Damn, Liam was hot. SO FREAKING HOT! His hair was cropped short, his jaw line was defined and firm, his brown eyes glowed but still had a tinge of sadness hidden in .

He looked amazayn.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, even when Zayn started singing the first verse to ‘Little Things’.

Liam had on a smile, but it still looked forced, as it tugged slowly at my heart, making me wish I was there and he was singing to me.

When his solo came on, I sighed like any other love struck teenage girl out there.

♪ I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes    

When you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs    

The dimples on you back at the bottom of your spine    

But I’ll love them endlessly   ♪

“How the hell could DANIELLE leave that?” Jessy asked or more like screamed at me.

We had both, of course been bewitched by him, and his voice.

“I know right,” I agreed, staring at Liam but then Louis’ solo came on and the camera focused on him, “He’s just bloody hot,” I added referring to Payne.

“He’s hot too, eh?” Jessy asked, staring at the screen.

“Oh really?” I asked, spotting Harry singing his solo.

His dimples were fully on display as he stared into the camera. His green eyes were quite mesmerizing as he smiled that famous Styles’ smile.

I hate to admit it, but I agreed with Jessy. A bit.

“So how’s it like having them follow you on twitter?” Jessy asked as the stage darkened again and the mics were removed.

“The same as having Rihanna and Obama follow me on Twitter,” I muttered, remembering my joy when Rihanna followed me two days ago, “but it’s kinda different at the same time, I mean, their teen guys or whatever but still guys, right?”

I could tell she was about to argue that having the band follow you was like having the Queen tell me that there had been a mix up at the hospital and I was her missing granddaughter or something.

But then Oprah started her interview and I wanted to listen in, so I shushed her and turned up the volume.

Sad to say, I was like my mom and quite enjoying Oprah. After all, she had the brains and decency to get One Direction on her sow, especially Liam Payne. 

“We’re not done, Ally,” she grunted out in defeat.

I just nodded as I listened to Oprah.

“So guys, WELCOME,” she roared, smiling at the boys.

“Oh thanks, Oprah,” Liam said, always the gentleman, “We’re just so glad to be here today.”

“Good, good,” Oprah muttered, “Shall we start?”

“Yeah. Let’s,” Harry agreed, his emerald eyes glistening with anticipation.

“Are you all taken?”

There were little feats of nervous giggles from the guys and then they all shook their heads in synchronization.

“So who’s with who and who’s not?” Oprah asked, “Zayn?”

Zayn chuckled, “Still with Perrie Edwards and perfectly happy.”

“Lovely. Niall?”

Niall blushed then gathered his composure, “Still single,” he said in his wonderful accent.

“Oh,” Oprah then turned to Louis, “Tomlinson, with Eleanor Calder, I presume?”

Louis’ blue eyes glowed at the mention of his girlfriend. They were bloody smitten and his face said it all.

I wished I’d have that someday. Someone that glows and the mere mention of my name.

“Your presumptions are spot on, love,” Louis nodded.

Jessy and I never said a word as Oprah eyed Harry.

“So Styles,” she began, “how about you?”

Harry never missed a beat as he replied firmly, “Swift.”

“Taylor Swift?”

He nodded.

“I’ll come back to you about Swift,” Oprah said, then looked at Liam, “How about you Mr. Payne?”

I stared at his warm brown eyes.

The shimmer of pain (not Payne) flashed through his eyes again at her question.

Harry also caught it as he interceded like a true friend, “Liam’s still waiting,” he paused, thinking of what to say next, “but he’s happily single for the time being.”

“No word from Danielle Peazer?” Oprah continued, oblivious to the hurt that appeared on Liam’s face again.

Liam shook his head.

“Oh-Kay,” Harry muttered, trying to ease the tension in Liam’s shoulders,

“So Oprah, what did you want to know about Swift and me?”

I felt some respect for Harry after that. He actually stood up and unknowingly defended his friend. He actually had some decency after all.

Oprah took the bait and focused her attention back to Harry. “So you’re both still together?” she asked.

From Harry’s expression I could tell that he tried to bite back the comment that she’d already ask that about two minutes ago. But still he looked relieved that Oprah’s questions were on him now and not on Liam.

Harry nodded so Oprah continued on. “There were rumours circulating that her hit song ‘I Knew You were Trouble’,” Harry smirked at this, guessing where this was headed, “Care to comment,” Oprah continued, “on the rumours on it being about you?”

Harry chuckled a bit, “Well, that song is lovely, energetic and beautiful just like my girl,” I knew what he was doing, after all that was what my father had been doing for as long as I knew. If you’re stuck in a rut, compliment the topic.  Harry continued, “I’ll just say this, if it is about me, then I’m bloody honoured.”

The audience and band members laughed at this.

“So you don’t know for sure?”

Harry shook his head, “Not really. Taylor hardly lets anyone know it’s their song but I tend to think, that yes, it is about me.”

“So Harry,” Oprah began, “Are the rumours true? Is Alisha Khrystn Sophia Wyatt,” (at this I automatically correct by saying ‘Ally Khrystn’ at which Jessy shushes me), Oprah continued, “the daughter of multibillionaire tycoon Douglas Wyatt, Target Girl?”

I froze up. I had totally forgotten that the entire world now knew that I was Target Girl, thanks to Harry nosing around.

Harry chuckled, then admitted, “I don’t know about any Alisha Wyatt, but I know that I met an Ally Khrystn in Target and that’s how this whole thing started. But yes, maybe it is the same girl.”

“Care to shed any light on your relationship with her?” Oprah pestered.

“She’s just…” he paused, “someone I’d count as a good friend. She has a wide range of…uh…personal opinions.”

I half smiled at that. I so was not that girl, because then I’d be able to stand up to my mom without my fathers help.

“Like what?” Oprah smiled at him, smelling a scoop in the air.

“She has a unique opinion about me.”

“Is she romantically interested in you then?”

I scoffed, nearly choking a popcorn kennel.

I was so not romantically interested in Harry. He looked like a heartbreaker and besides, I was that interested in Liam.

The entire band seemed to agree with my thoughts because they broke off laughing.

“She’s not even a fan of his,” Niall explained as Oprah eyed them curiously when the laughter died down.

“She doesn’t like One Direction?” Oprah protested like the very thought was unthinkable, “I find that hard to believe.”

“No, no,” Zayn said, “You misunderstand him, love,” his voice was just majestic and deep, “She’s a fan, believe me. It’s just she’s not …well,” Zayn seemed stuck.

“Let’s just say,” Louis offered, “she wouldn’t necessary jump at the idea of a night with our mate.”

I laughed at Louis explanation. 

They all nodded their agreement at Louis’ verdict.

“Why?” Oprah inquired.

“She thinks…uh…I don’t,” Harry’s face burned red, “particularly control my urges,” he blushed, “But I respect on her opinions.

Jessy and I erupted in laughter at Harry and his choice of words.

“You said what?” Jessy shrieked at me, after we stopped laughing.

“I didn’t say it like that,” I defended, “I just called him a pervert.”

“You did what? You don’t call Harry Styles a pervert. He’s Harry Styles for goodness sake woman.”

“Shhh,” I shushed noticing that we’d forgotten some of the interview.

“We’re not done Alisha,” she warned, knowing how much I hated that name.

“So, when’s your visit up?” Oprah asked, as she looked at Liam.

“Say, in about two weeks,” Liam replied.

“What are you going to do within this time?”

“Party,” Zayn yelled. Typical Zaynster.

“Prank someone,” Louis said, a wicked gleam in his eyes, that chilled me to the bones, like it said he meant me. Typical Tommo.

“Eat Nandos,” Niall protested like the very idea of not having Nandos was a crime and unthinkable. Typial Nialler. He started on the Fiji waterp. His second bottle.

“C’mon lads,” Liam said, authority masking his youth, “We still have interviews and signing sessions to get to. Remember?” Typical Leeyum. Always thinking for the band.

“HAVE FUN!!!” Harry shouted, as the other lads echoed their agreement. Typical Hazza.

“Well, then,” Oprah promised, “I assure you, that will all happen.”

“What are you reactions to the response to ‘Take Me Home’ by the fans?” she continued. 

“We’re just so gobsmacked by it all,” Zayn said, smiling form ear to ear, “It’s just amazayn,” he laughed at his joke, “The fans are just so great and we all love them. Don’t we ,lads?”

The others nodded. 

"Yeah,” Liam agreed, “It’s just blimey brill.”

There were countless other questions but I just switched the telly off.

Luckily Jessy was knocked out, so I didn’t have to face her questions until morning.

My iPhone beeped, alerting me to a DM on Twitter.

I logged onto the site and read it.  

@Harry_Styles: Haven’t you seen our tweets?  

I glared at my phone, feeling my respect for him diminishing.

He was still the cocky guy. He had the audacity to think that I’d be getting down on the ground and thanking him for following me.

I really wanted to, what did my mom call it? Right. Get his knickers in a twist.

So I tweeted on my page:  

@AllKhrystN: @Real_Liam_Payne, @zaynmalik, @NiallOfficial, @Louis_Tomlinson just bloody followed me!!  

I distinctively left him out.    

@AllyKhrystN: @Real_Liam_Payne, thnx for the follow <3  


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