Being With You

Hannah meets Harry Styles while she is visiting her aunt in Holmes Chapel. Harry introduces her to the band and management. Management decides to mold her into the "perfect girlfriend" just like they did with Eleanor, Danielle, and Perrie. Will she be able to handle it all, with the help of the girls? Or will they try to change her too much? Read and find out!

P.S- I know management sucks, but I also know they probably aren't this bad. It's an exaggeration for the storyline, so no hate because it's dramatic. Thanks! xxx

Also, read my other fanfic (I co-author with my sister). It's called Kiss You! :)


2. Meeting Him

My aunt woke me up at 8 am the next morning and announced that we were going to the town’s market. I groaned and got up to take a shower. I was NOT a morning person. Once I was ready, I went downstairs and had breakfast with my aunt and uncle. I looked down at my plate and giggled.

“You know aunt Georgia, I’m 18 now you can stop making me dinosaur pancakes.” I laughed.

“Oh, I know sweetie. It’s just that you haven’t been here since you were about seven, and I haven’t seen you at all for three years. I missed you.” She said with a few tears forming in her eyes. “I don’t even know what music you like, what your favorite color is… nothing.”

I got up and walked around the table. “I like most anything for music, and my favorite color is purple.” I said as I hugged her. “Now let’s go to the market!”

When we got to the market it was packed. My aunt stopped to talk to one of her friends that ran a booth there. I wandered off and started looking around at things. It was kind of like a mix between a farmer’s market, with fresh fruits and veggies and an antique market. I found an absolutely gorgeous jewelry box, with flowers and different patterns carved in it. I had just walked up to another table and was looking through a book when I heard my aunt’s voice behind me.

“Hannah, I’d like you to meet my friend and her son.”

I set the book down and turned around, ready to greet an older lady and a small geeky boy, but instead turned around to Harry Styles and his mother Anne. I dropped the coffee I was holding and gasped.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, picking up the now empty coffee cup.

“It’s alright Love, no harm done. I’m Harry. But judging by your reaction, you probably already knew that.” He said.

My face burning with embarrassment, I just said lamely, “Yeah, I um, I love your music.”

“Just my music? Not me or the other lads?” He faked being hurt.

“Shut up,” I said smirking and sticking my tongue out. I felt a bit more comfortable now that he was joking around, but I was still a little shocked. Then I realized I hadn’t said a word to Anne.

“I’m sorry, I’m being so rude, my name is Hannah, it's nice to meet you,” I said, offering my hand to Anne. She pulled me into a hug.

“We do hugs in the Styles family. And you’re not rude at all sweetheart.”

Anne and my aunt said something about having to find squash and tomatoes, or squash and potatoes or something. They walked away, leaving me alone with Harry. We started walking around, still stopping to look at different booths.

“Your aunt is really nice. Her and my mum talk a lot. She keeps her company when I’m not here. I’m surprised you didn’t expect to meet her.” He broke the silence.

“Oh, um, she never mentioned it. We’ve only talked on the phone. I haven’t seen her in person in three years, and I have been here since I was seven.”

“Wow… where are you from?”

“Rochester, New York.”

“I can honestly say that I have never even heard of it, Love. Is it anywhere near New York City?”

“Seriously, do you know anywhere in the U.S. other than New York City and LA?” I asked, laughing at him.

“Not really. But we’re learning as we tour more.”

“Well it’s actually closer to Toronto than it is to New York City. Look it up later.”

We eventually found my aunt and Anne. They were sitting on a bench, facing away from us, talking.

“I don’t know Georgia. I try my hardest not to worry, but how do I not? He’s a hopeless romantic without a chance of ever really finding true love. All any girl wants from him now is his fame and money. It isn’t fair.” Anne’s voice cracked at the end of it. I looked over at Harry. He looked really sad, like he almost knew that she was right. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. At first he looked at our hands, shocked, but when he looked up and saw the encouragement in my eyes, he smiled.

We decided to stop hiding out behind them, and finished walking up to them. They smiled, and Harry and I took their bags for them. My aunt and I headed back to the car, as did Anne and Harry. As it turns out, we had parked across from each other. We all put the bags in the cars, and then said goodbye.

I couldn’t help but thinking about Harry on the way home. When his mom had said that, it was like something inside him broke. Like he had just lost hope or something. Was what she said true? Were girls really that selfish? As I thought more, I came to the conclusion that there are a lot of girls like that out there. I felt bad. I couldn’t imagine being under a magnifying glass all the time, and never being able to be who I wanted. I decided I had to see Harry again soon. In the back of my head, I think I really liked him, but I told myself that it was just me being friendly.

Either way, I couldn’t wait to see that green-eyed boy again.     

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