#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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9. Why Have Enemies When You've Got My Mum's Friends ?

            Truce -'Haylor' & 'Hally' ?

      Source: The Talk                 12 Wednesday Dec 2012  10:03 AM

Twitter buzzing following the tweets these last few days. Harry Styles, 18 of boy band One Direction seems to be caught in a Love Triangle between Country/Pop singer Taylor Swift and daughter of multi-billionaire tycoon Douglas Wyatt, Alisha Wyatt. Ally, 18, has tried avoiding the limelight for most of her life but has recently been put under it recently by Mr. Styles.

Taylor, 22 who will be turning 23 tomorrow was all smiles yesterday as she visited the local hospital giving a much needed surprise for all the young cancer patients.

In a comment when asked about Ms. Wyatt, she briefly said "She seems to be a wonderful girl, but I still haven't gotten the pleasure of meeting her. "

On the social networking site yesterday, the three seemed to have made amends and developing a friendship where Ally and Taylor both  cleared rumors of any rivalry and it seems that Ms. Wyatt is a fan of the songstress when she tweeted a thank you  after the country singer followed her.

Looks Like there's no rivalry here so Harry can keep his affairs in order .



Source:The Trends           12, Wednesday Dec. 2012

Too bad for all the Hally fans. Harry Styles, 18 was seen arguing publicly with Alisha Wyatt, daughter or Douglas Wyatt on the social networking site Twitter.

The argument yet so small lead to a world wide trend of #TargetGirlVSHarryStyles

Taylor Swift, 22 who will be turning 23 tomorrow and is currently dating teen heartthrob Harry Styles defused the tension on the site and was later conversing with Ms. Wyatt.

It seemed like Ally's hatred was ignited when the 'Live While We're Young' singer bluntly said she wasn't a fan of 'his' on the band's interview with Oprah on Saturday.

This statement then had Ms. Wyatt receiving hate from twitter trolls within minuted of the interview airing. 

"I'm sorry" was all the 'One Thing' star said. 


Heiress In Target. WHY ?

Source: GOSH!P          12 Wed. Dec. 2012

An heiress working in Target? This question circulating people's mind after socialite was recently outed to be working at the shopping outlet.

Alisha Wyatt, daughter of none other that Douglas and Sophia Wyatt with all the money in that trust fund of hers it would be believed that she would not be working in Target but be half way around the world shopping and burning that money of hers.

Where Is All The Money Going?

Rumors have circulated that she'd spent it all on a mansion in Prague valued at $40 Million US and also to support her drug addiction.

But could it also be that her parents are cutting her off? Punishing her? Do they even Love her?

One Thing is for sure is that the heiress has set her eyes on a new source of income and is after One Direction heartthrob Harry Styles for his millions. 

Ally's P.O.V

I was in deep shit, i was dead, wait beyond dead. I know for a fact that Mum would never let this pass.

It was as if the last article wasn't bad enough. Now the article Jessy had shown me this morning would lead to mum popping a blood vessel.

Gosh!P magazine had painted me as a gold digger, which I clearly am not and my accountant is my witness, YES. I have my own accountant, per mum's instruction because of something called IMPULSE BUYING. geez Give Me A Break .

After seeing the article I drove straight home, which took only a few minutes in my ferrari. Best that mum hear its from me, than from some nosy heiress.

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that mum was busy having tea (uhhh... British people and their tea) with her friend Anastasia Diapole who had an engagement ring on her finger which could be roughly 1/2 million dollar's worth. This lady is now marrying her third husband next March and she likes to rub in my mum's face that the man was 36, 9 years younger than he (Cougar Much!!)

Than again mum would never back down and rub it into her face that she is was richer than the both of them put together.

ONE THING, I knew is that Mum is always right, You're wrong and She Is Right. Now Matter What !

I always wondered why they were friends. When I first met Anastasia she ruthlessly ridiculed my Stella McCartney dress that mum had bought me. 

Watching them, I couldn't help but be grateful that Ms. Diapole was keeping me from my mother's merciless wrath. I looked around for my Dad, hoping he was around to diffuse my mum's rage.

I spotted Roberto walking towards me, carrying a platter of caviar and a bottle of champagne, with two glasses from Mum's collection. Even in his sixties, Roberto was filled with life and was always smiling to everyone, even my Mother who'd ignore him like 'The Plague' at least until she wanted something. Roberto has always been there for as long as I could remember.

He was the first one I'd run to when I scratched my knee, the first one I'd tell about my first kiss. He was there when I first got my heart broken by William Deshire, who coincidentally was Anastasia's stepson from her second husband Henry Deshire.

"Roberto, " I called out hoping he hadn't read the article that said I was a 'GOLD-DIGGER'    

"Where's Papa? " I asked, I always used papa when I was talking to Roberto

"Oh darling Ally," he said in his sweet and kind voice "Master Wyatt left 4 hours ago for Britain. "

"What? " I asked confused

Dad would never leave without saying goodbye

"He has urgent matters to attend to. " Roberto tried to explain

"Oh" I muttered

I started to walk away when he called out 


"Yes?" I questioned

"Your mother's been waiting for you," he said delivering my death sentence "Want me to let her know you're here" he asked

"Yeah" I nodded. Better get this over and done with before I die from a heart attack with all these suspense.

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Turns out Little Miss Diapole wasn't here for her usual round of gossip about how the maid was in love with the chef. Yeas, she was here for the gossip but not the usual kind.

She had 'connections' at Gosh!P and  had found out about the article, so she with her oh so nice, caring and generous heart (sarcasm...she doesn't have a heart) had driven here to get the truth from my mother like the distraught friend she wasn't.

I smirked at her, seeing her face crestfallen at the idea that Mum was still richer than her.

As I was heading up to my bedroom, mum had Roberto sent to get me.

She asked me if the article really did exist since she couldn't believe Anastasia who had made up so many lies it made the Devil feel cheated.

I nodded my head in answer and like a switch my mum's glare was burning through me.

This was the last thing she wanted, to be called 'poor' and look down upon by the likes of Anastasia. With a strained voice she turned to Ms. Diapole and kindly (or whatever nice feeling mum had) asked her to leave.

She left immediately after claiming that she had reservations at La Jacques with her fiancee.

As soon as Anastasia left, mum stood up and poured herself another glass of champagne. In one gulp she downed the entire drink. After sighing (dramatically) she turned to me looking more tipsy and began. 

"Alisha Khrystn Sophia Wyatt, what in the Queen's name were you thinking?"

I stared silently and she continued.

"I know what you were thinking, You weren't thinking you just wanted to Piss me off, isn't it?" She walked over to me

A mere 3 inches from me as I could smell the alcohol, she slapped me with her perfectly manicured hand.

I felt a sting as a tear streamed down my face. I resisted the urge to brush my hand against my face. I refused to feel anger or sadness. I refused to feel anything.

"You need a good lesson and I'm going to give you one that you will not forget" she threatened her brown eyes lacking the warmth of a mother "EVER!"

I stared at her waiting for the 'lesson'

"You will go this instant and resign from 'that place'" she ordered, face cringing when she uttered the words 'that place'

"What? " I yelled speaking to her for the first time today "No"

"Yes, you will Alisha"

"No, I won't" I argued

"Yes you will, because you will be on the first flight to England tomorrow"

I felt the life sucked out of me

No she couldn't have. She didn't say England

"W-What?" I stuttered out staring at her as she walked towards the table and poured herself yet another glass of champagne  downing it in 3 seconds flat

"You're leaving for Britain tomorrow," She repeated, clearly so that she could confirm what i had recently heard

"Why?" I whispered so low I was certain she wouldn't hear me. But she did since she had the ears of a predator

"You need to develop some British habits, " she hissed "because you clearly are too American for your own good."

"There is no such thing as being too American" I protested 

"Yes there is and you are that it"

"Why are you doing this to me? " the second that question left my mother I knew I was in deep shit

"Why?" Mum growled "You're asking me why am I doing this, Alisha , you in one week have tarnished the name your father and I have worked so hard to build up all because you wanted to make a name for yourself in 'that place' " She glared at me

"Do you have any idea why your father is ?"

"Britain" I muttered

"Yes, he is in England. Do you have any idea why?"

I shook my head

"Your little stunt has made headlines around the world and some investors are threatening to pull out. So your father had to go there personally and try and save the UK branch.

I averted my eyes to the ground

"I didn't mean to" I muttered

"Whatever your reason" She snapped " You'll be staying with you cousin Nathan."

"My cousin ?" I asked "Nathan?"

"Yes, Karen's son ."

"Who's Karen ?" I asked... oblivious to who the hell y mother was talking about

"My cousin" my mum replied matter of factly


"Nathan's a busy boy, according to Karen he has a little garage band going on to the side called "The Hearted" or something. So don't be a nuisance and stay out of trouble. You got me ?"

Me a nuisance...NEVER ! And anyway I think I'd hate my 'cousin'

'The Hearted' ,seriously?

What loser has such low self-esteem to called their band, however  small ,

'The Hearted'.

Mum to my silence as agreement

"Your flight's booked", she said "and it leaves at 9 in the morning", she informed

"I'm not taking one of the jets?" I asked

She glared at me like I had absolutely no right whatsoever to the jets.

"Okay, fine ," I said grabbing my car keys and rushing out the door.

"Your curfews at midnight, " She yelled as I slammed the door behind me.

"ROBERTO !" I heard mum yell "Get Me Some Jack !"










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