Star Struck

Jenifer Braun is from Washington. She is in her last year of high school and is just about to turn 18 this December. She has a normal life until a curly haired boy runs into her, literally, and knocks her to the ground. Little did she know he would change her life forever. *WARNING* +15


1. Prologue


Harry’s P.O.V:

I had to get out of this crowd; people would spread the news quickly. Soon the paparazzi would show up and then everyone would know where we were staying, but I just had to get some fresh air. It’s stuffy in there. I jumped into the back seat of our black Audi after swimming through the crowd of girls; Sorry, girls and boys.

“Jack, can we drive somewhere a little more private? I need a walk.”

“Of course Mr. Styles, I know a place named Redmond that’s about less than 10 minutes down the road and is much calmer than Bellevue.” I nodded to him from the back seat.

“Sounds perfect only what about kids running around?” I asked

“Oh no need to worry, all of the children are in school at this time of day. Plus it is more of a horse riding community, not a teen place.”

“Alright, off to Redmond then please Jack. Oh and please call me Harry.”

            The drive to Redmond was short, just as Jack said. Only about 10 minutes until we drove up a hill past a little park named Grass Lawn. I pointed it out to Jack and he told me it was much too busy of a place. We kept driving up a hill until we got to an intersection. I asked Jack to pull into a small parking lot and drop me off. I waved him off and started walking down the road with my sunglasses on, hoodie and jacket pulled up. It was a frosty afternoon, perfect for a walk. The trees here were beautiful to walk under; I don’t know why I haven’t done this before. I was thinking about all of the promo coming up these next few weeks and let out a puff of breath. I couldn't wait to get home. I looked up in front of me and saw a girl walking down the street with a beach bag on her arm. She was blonde, no, not exactly blonde. She was more of a dark blonde with bright blonde highlights. Her hair had a natural wave to it that fit her face perfectly, a little colic over her left eye that fell down into bangs, perfectly framing her face. She was wearing grey hot pants and a navy crew neck sweater with a pair of black and blue vans. Poor girl must have been freezing. She had dark shades covering her eyes. All of a sudden everything went slow motion, as if in a movie. She was walking as if she knew what she wanted, when she wanted it and where. She looked as if she had no cares about what the world thought of her. She turned her head to look at a bird flying into a nearby tree, her hair blowing gently in the wind as she did so. She brought her hand up to her face and ran her fingers through her calic, making it fall back into place perfectly. I had to meet this girl whatever it took. I crossed the street at the first opening of cars, jaywalking as I did so. I walked towards her. What was I going to say? ‘Hi I was watching you from across the street and had to know who you were? Oh and by the way I’m Harry, the international super star in the boy band One Direction known to be the biggest heart breaker ever.’ Yeah, great pick-up line Haz.

            She started walking closer to me and I started panicking. Not obviously on the outside, but on the inside I was struggling about what I would say to this beautiful girl. Maybe I would just say Hi and introduce myself, but that always ends in screaming. Maybe she’s not a fan? There’s no way that she doesn't at least know who I am. Hopefully she doesn't hate me already, thinking I’m a big headed super star who doesn't care about anything but sex. She looked down at her phone, responding to a text. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT. I was almost next to her. Do something Haz; don’t let this opportunity slip by. Finally I just ran into her shoulder, accidently catching her off guard while she was texting and making her fall into a mud puddle on the sidewalk. I took off my glasses quickly, shoving them into my pocket and looking down at her in shock.

            Smooth Styles, real smooth.

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