Behind the Truth

Meet Harry Styles...

Harry Styles was one of the world's biggest heartthrobs of a certain British/Irish band called, 'One Direction'. All he ever wanted was someone to treat him well. Not as the famous celebrity, but as Harry.

He finds that when he meets Carter Hanson. A girl who has 2 jobs and is pretty much a nerd. She knows who he is, but doesn't treat him as if he were any different from herself. He's falling fast for a girl he's only just met. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.

Meet Carter Hanson...

Carter's your typical quiet, shy 14 year old. From the outside, she seems completely happy, joyous, and carefree.

But her secrets beg to differ.


12. Home.

Carter's POV:


When I woke up in the morning, light was streaming in through the window. I looked at the little digital clock that read, 10:00 a.m. I groaned but rolled myself out of bed and decided to take a relaxing morning shower to fully wake myself up. I got dressed afterwards and strolled to the living room where I had almost forgotten that my mother wasn't there to make me breakfast.

Working in the cafe was handy for me to make breakfast at home, because all you needed was flour, eggs, and milk to make some pancakes. I was glad I knew this myself or else I would be starving.

All the cooking was still on the stove when the bell rung. I rushed towards the front door, wondering why on earth would there be someone at the door at this early in the morning. I checked in the peep hole and saw two figures standing by the doorway, waiting patiently.

I swung it open, revealing Jasmine and Louise waving to me. "Uh, hi." I greeted. They had let themselves in, dropping their bags on the kitchen counter and sitting down on the couch. Before I joined them, I went over to the stove, turning off the fire underneath it.

"Not to be rude or anything, but why are you guys here this early?" I asked curiously.

"Jasmine slept over at my house last night, so we thought we'd see you." Louise smiled.

"Oh, okay."

"We brought you some breakfast." Jasmine held up a bag from her hands, handing it to me. I scoped out the bag, looking at the containers filled with food. "So anyways, what's going on with you? We haven't spoken in days."

"Nothing much. Sorry, I've been busy with work lately." I sighed opening a small container that was stuffed with pancakes and syrup.

"Nothing?" Jasmine queried.

I rolled my eyes, and gave up on their freaky stares to tell the truth. This is sometimes what I hated about them; they always knew when I was lying about something, or even hiding something. "Fine. Harry and I made up.."

They gasped, "Really? How?"

I told them what had happened, and they couldn't shut up about it. Every sentence that I finished, they would keep commenting. But I was used to them interrupting me.

"That's great!" Jasmine commented happily. "See? I knew it." She winked.

I chuckled. "Okay. I wasn't finished too. Last night, Harry and I were talking on the phone. He invited me to the BRIT Awards on Saturday."

Jasmine started to hyperventilate. "NO WAY... HARRY STYLES INVITED YOU? Gosh, you're so lucky!" She squealed.

I chuckled again, her emotions running like a wave around the room. Louise was just sitting there, staring at my untouched food. Again, mysterious and hungry. I rolled my eyes, giving her my breakfast that she gladly accepted by clapping her hands.




"Mom, I can assure you that I'm fine. Dylan's been visiting me for a few days and he says I'm doing fine." I was talking to my mom on the long distance line to New York. Her voice sounded a little raspy, but that was because of the horrible signals. "Y-Yes..I'm still at work, mom..what?....uh-yeah...mhm?...alright, okay. love you, bye!" I sighed, hanging up.

My mom has been calling me at least 3 times a day to make sure I was okay at home. She knew the exact schedules of my day. Sadly. I would always find an excuse not to pick up, because every time she calls, she would always repeat things like; 'don't forget to lock the doors so no random people can come in', 'make sure to check the stoves', 'don't go outside unless you are supervised by Dylan', and all that other junk.

Anyways, today I would be trying to figure out what to wear for the BRIT Awards for tomorrow night. I almost lost track of time when I found out that it was tomorrow. I dug a lot of old clothes up from my closet, not finding anything that would suit an awards show.

I knew that I would have to go shopping whenever I could someday to get new clothes, because all my clothes sucked. I threw out some of the small shirts and pants that didn't fit me anymore and checked for new outfits I could mix from the internet.

When I eventually found one, I held it up, smiling. I think this outfit would work out. I thought.


I couldn't wait to go to my first award show.




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