#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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40. The 'Divine' Date


Ally’s POV


“Liam Payne for two,” Liam said to the leggy blonde standing in front of us in a restaurant called ‘Divine’.

I tried to hold back the growl threatening to escape as I watched the blonde ogle Liam shamelessly. Her eyes wandered his toned body and paused for a second or two at his lips.

“Yes Mr. Payne,” she said. “Right this way,” she walked off into the dining area.

I shot her a glare as she started strutting like a model [or slut. You pick] as her tight skimpy red dress started hitching up her long legs.

I wish she would just trip and fall flat on her face.

Liam placed his left hand on the small of my back as we walked after the blonde bimbo.

She headed for a secluded table in the back.

There were three long golden candles in the centre of the round table and two intricately designed chairs on either side of the table. The table cloth was silky red that gave off the feeling of romance.

‘Bimbo Blonde’ smiled at Liam, completely ignoring my presence or the very fact that we were out on a date.

“Anything else?” she asked as she leaned into Liam, her voice passing off as seductive and entrancing.

“No thank you,” Liam said as he slipped her a fifty. “That will be all.”

He was completely guarded against her advances that were as conspicuous as a sign around her neck saying, ‘I WANT YOU!’ I have to give Liam props because as much as I loathed ‘Blonde Bimbo’ over there, I couldn’t deny the fact that she was beautiful, even with a little too much blood red lipstick painted on her lips.

She nodded, trying to hide the hurt she felt by Liam’s rejection as she strutted back to the front, earning some glances from the man in the room.

Liam pulled out my chair and signalled me to sit down.

Just before he took his seat, he leaned into me and I stiffened as I waited for him to peck me on the cheek. I awaited the warmth that would flood me as his smooth lips made contact with my skin, but I didn’t feel it.

He chuckled low and sexily as he muttered, “I love it when you get jealous babe.”

My face reddened.

Was I that obvious? Was it so obvious that I wanted to run her over with Harry’s Audi?

He went over to his seat and sat down.

I stared at the fork on the table as if it was the most interesting thing since sliced bread.

“I wasn’t jealous,” I tried to make my voice even as I avoided his eyes.

“You were,” he insisted.

“I wasn’t,” I argued.

“Ally,” he began, “You had jealousy spewing out of you. Don’t deny it. I was worried you were gonna pull out her extensions.”

“Extensions?” I asked. “How do you know she had extensions?”   

“It was so obvious… and besides that is not the point,” he muttered as he stared at me.

“What is the point then?”

“I found it amusing,” he started as I glared at him, “And hot,” he quickly added as he smirked at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Forget about the blonde. I’m all yours tonight.”

“Are you seriously quoting Jay Sean?” I asked as I smiled again.

Being with Liam was so simple and amusing.

“I don’t quote anyone,” he protested. “People quote me.”

“Whatever Mr. Bighead,” I teased as the waiter arrived.

I ordered the Ceasar salad with a side of shrimp and a glass of red wine while Liam ordered a half roasted chicken, garlic bread and a glass of coke.

“So tell me about yourself,” he said as we waited for our food.

“Grab a copy of ‘Forbes’ magazine,” I muttered. “I’m pretty sure it knows me more than I know myself.”

He chuckled.

“C’mon Ally,” he said. “We’re on the same boat here. Rumours and lies are fabricated easily by the media. Besides I like to know the story straight from the source.”

I smiled at his honesty and intelligence.

“True that,” I muttered. “So what do you wanna know?”

“High school?”

“Elite Private.”

“Age?” he asked.

“You already know that,” I complained.

“Age?” he prodded.

“Fine. Eighteen,” I replied. “Let’s play 20 questions. It’s not fair for me to be the only one answering.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “I’ll start. First word?”

“Umm. Mom claims it’s ‘Gucci’ but I don’t trust her. Maybe ‘dada’?”

“Fair enough.”

“Now, favourite dessert?” I asked him.

“Chocolate fudge sundae,” he replied. “First kiss?”

“Umm… I think I was eight.”

“How was it?”

“Hey my turn,” I complained.

“Fine,” he mumbled.

“Favourite colour?”

“Purple. How was your first kiss?”

“Wet,” I paused to relive the gruesome experience before adding, “Gross and uncomfortable. Yours?”

“The same except I’ll have to add too much tongue.”

I laughed at his horrified face.

“Now my turn,” he said. “Do you like me?”

I blushed.

“Uh… sure. Why not?” I teased as I shrugged.

“Uh!” he placed a hand on his heart. “You bruise me.”

“Okay fine,” I muttered. “I like you. A lot”

“Good,” he said, “because I like you too Als.”

I blushed.

Liam liked me? He really did?

I stared into his warm, brown eyes. They were just beautiful.

I could definitely lose myself in them. I just wanted to freeze the moment and stare at his perfect and flawless face all day. All night.

Just then, the blasted waiter decided to bring our food.

He cleared his throat as I drew out of my thoughts.

“Oh sorry,” I muttered as my face heated up again.

Whenever I was with Liam, I would blush like I was part tomato.

How long had I been staring at Liam?

We fell into comfortable and enjoyable conversation throughout the entire date.

Some fans came up and asked for his autograph and Liam being Liam smiled at them warmly and signed whatever it was they needed signed.

I didn’t mind.

I enjoyed the sight of Liam getting along with everyone.

After dinner he drove me home, where he planted a simple kiss on my cheek.

This of course warranted me staying outside for a minute or two, watching his car disappear into the London night as I tried to calm myself down.

My face was glowing like a disco light as I thought of him.

I finally headed up to the apartment, where I opened the door slowly with the key Nate had given me. The entire apartment was dark and silent to my utter delight.

I didn’t want another bickering session with mom before she left. She might just change her New Year’s Eve plans. And that, I didn’t want to happen.

I placed my handbag on the table by the door and tiptoed towards the kitchen for my nightly glass of cold milk.

I was expecting Nathan to be waiting up for me, so I slowed my footsteps expecting him to pop out of nowhere and scare me silly for ignoring his seventeen texts. On the other hand, Tom had given me thirty six missed calls.

Tom was really a good friend. Always looking out for me and my well being.

He was over protective, yes. Always glued to my side when I walked through the front door, to Nate’s distaste. Nate had this crazy idea that Tom was interested in me. Which was utterly silly and unjustly to Tom who was nothing but kind to me.

Before I left, I should definitely get him a girl that he would love. Then Nate would drop this silly accusations that he’d been giving Tom everytime he hugged me.

I grabbed a glass from the china set and headed for the stainless steel fridge where I poured myself a glass of milk, placed it on the counter as I removed my ankle boots.

With my boots in hand and my glass of milk in another, I headed back out to the living room.

Humming along to ‘She’s Not Afraid’, I tiptoed across the room slowly.

Suddenly, like a deer caught in headlights, the lamp by the sofa turned on and a dark figure sat up.

“Don’t be mom. Don’t be mom,” I muttered under my breath as the figure stood up and glared at me.



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