#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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25. Why couldn’t it just be kidnappers or thieves?


Ally’s POV



“Hey Nate. I’m home,” I called out as I locked the door behind me.

The house was silent except for the sound of Spongebob coming from the media room.

“Nate?” I tried again.

No answer.

I placed my Gucci handbag on the counter and grabbed an antique vase by the door, holding it up as a weapon.

“Nate?” I called out, my voice shaking a tinsy bit.

Laughter echoed from the room.

The laughter sounded so familiar that I lowered the vase a bit but didn’t let it go.

“Uh… hello?” I called out trying to hide the terror flooding through me.

Who could be in there? Not Nate, obviously because he hadn’t come rushing out to hug me.

Kidnappers? Maybe. Could they have heard from somewhere that I’m staying here? They’d kidnap me and hold me for ransom.

How much was I even worth?

Thieves? Maybe. This apartment was really posh looking.

As I thought over all probable conspiracy theories I rounded the corner and entered the living room.

The sight I was met with was far more worse than my theories. Why couldn’t it just be kidnappers or thieves? Why? Why this?

I yelped in terror when I entered the media room.

There sitting cross-legged on the Alexia Daniels sofa drinking a glass of champagne was Nathan and sitting opposite him was none other than the Devil’s apprentice if not the Devil herself. Or was that offensive to the Devil?

Mom was wearing the winter coat from Yves Saint Laurent, her rose manicured fingers around a glass of champagne.

“Oh shush Alisha,” she laughed it off good-naturedly as she said this.

I still hadn’t gotten over the shock.

I turned and glared at Nathan. I had a feeling that this was my so called surprise.

What was she even doing here?

“Uh… mom?” I asked, hoping that she was a clone or an impostor and not the real deal.

“Who else would it be darling?” she asked as she took a sip from her drink.

Her annoying British accent was renowned and I would’ve recognized it anywhere.

I rolled my eyes.

“No one really,” I replied, “Just surprised is all.”

“Well, I was too Ally,” Nathan admitted, “Pleasantly surprised,” he added as he smiled at mom.

I scoffed. The bloody kiss up.

“What are you doing here?” I asked mom after waiting minutes for an explanation which I didn’t get.

“What?” she grunted, “Did you think we wouldn’t be spending the holidays together?” A challenging smirk, formed on her perfectly done up face.

“Yes,” I agreed hesitantly.

“Well we are,” she muttered then continued to sip from her glass of champagne. Each sip bringing on a dazed look on her face.

She was beginning the Christmas drinking spree that she had every year. Every year mom would let loose and drink so much that she’d have a headache the size of Canada whenever she woke up the next day.

That was one of the reasons I loved Christmas. I could get away with murder when mom was hung-over.

“Where’s Parker?” I asked Nathan.

“Taking a nap,” he replied as mom left for the kitchen to get herself another glass of champagne.

“Where were you today?” he questioned.

“Out with friends,” I muttered.

“Lemme guess… 1D?”

I nodded.

“Als, we already discussed this,” he grunted out.

“Yeah I know,” I started, “But that doesn’t mean I have to listen to it.”

“I don’t like them,” he argued.

“You don’t have to hang out with them Nate. I do.”


“Hey guys,” Tom said as he entered the room.

I gasped as I saw what he was wearing.

Tom was [again might I add] only wearing his boxers as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

The first time was understandable but this time mom was here and she wouldn’t be amused. AT ALL…

“PARKER,” this time I was the one that yelled it out.

Nathan was still bug-eyed but remained silent.

“Uh… hey Als,” he said, “You’re back.”

He smiled his smile like he had no care in the world.

“What are you wearing? Or why aren’t you wearing anything?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“My mom’s here Tom,” I snapped. “She can’t see you wearing that.”

His eyes widened.

“WHAT?” he screamed. “Your mom’s here?”

I nodded.

“Darling is everything alright?” mom slurred the words out from the kitchen.

I glared at Tom. Even though mom wasn’t sober, she will be when she saw Tom half naked.

“Yee… Yeah mom,” I stammered out.

“I’ll go buy some time,” Nathan said then rushed off.

“You. Upstairs. Clothes. Now,” I said through gritted teeth.

He nodded then turned around and rushed back to his room.

Why did these always happened to me?

First I badmouthed a celebrity in front of him. I was stuck in the friend zone with Liam. Mom was a terror. I was branded a slut and gold-digger by the media. Anything else. Oh right… Tom might just have got me into big trouble.

A second later mom entered the room relaying the story of meeting Obama to Nathan who just nodded and half listened.


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