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.


25. Leaving?

Carter's POV:


"Mom?!" My mouth went agape when I saw my mom sitting on the couch. What the heck was she doing here late at night? How did she get back so soon from New York?

"Carter." She retorted, still not facing me. She was looking blankly at the TV that was off. I slowly tried to back away, but her voice stopped me. "Come sit."

I can tell something bad was going to happen, so I was ready for anything that was going to come in my way. "W-Why are you back so soon?" I sat beside her, staying a few inches away.

"I could ask you why you're home late from work." Her voice was silent, but deadly. I knew she was going to burst about something. Probably with me being late.

"I-I had a late shift." I lied, stammering. I fidgeted with my fingers on my lap.

"Alright." She said again. Her constant silent and calm voice was annoying me. Why couldn't she just blurt it out already?

She suddenly stood up and walked over to the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of wine in her glass. She gulped it down all at once while I watched her in pure shock. She never drank except on special occasions. She looked pretty stressed. "I took a 20 hour flight here from New York, because..." She paused, rubbing her temples.

I waited for her to say something, but instead she slapped a bunch of magazines and newspapers on the counter. I examined them carefully, my eyes suddenly widening. I flipped through the magazines and newspaper, seeing Harry and me on the front covers.

"WHAT IS THAT?" She started to raise her voice. I jumped, and saying nothing. "Carter Hanson, tell me what is this nonsense of a magazine you're on with a boy." She started to scold slowly.

"I-It's nothing." I stammered, looking down.

"This is NOTHING to you, Carter!?" She raised her voice a little more. "I've been seeing the stories everywhere I go in New York, Carter. Something about a mystery girl for One Direction?" She stopped, "Wait, One Direction? That boy band you love?"

I just nodded, and she continued. "Apparently, you're the mystery girl. Carter Hanson, I give you ONE privilege for 2 months and this is what I come home and see? I had to miss work to talk to you about this!"

"Mom! This isn't what it-"

"It's exactly what it looks like, Carter Hanson. You've been going out with an 18 year old. Do you not realize that this could be illegal? You're 14 for goodness sake!" She shouted, slamming her hand on the counter.

"Mom! Does it matter!?"

"Of course this matter young lady! You are 14 years old! You don't even have a driver's license! You think I'm going to be okay with you dating a guy that is 4 years older? I told you, 18 years old and you can roam around wherever you want!"


"I don't want to hear it, Carter. You disobeyed me. You took advantage of me and your father. You're lucky he hasn't found out yet." She pointed at me. It was silent for a while, until she cleared her throat. "Carter, go pack your bags."

I looked up, "What?"

"You are coming to New York with me and your father. Turns out that our business has to move to New York. I was going to reject, but luckily I found out about your little relationship with this boy."

"But Mom!-"

"No buts, my decision is final. Go pack your bags. Stay goodbye to your friends here. You're not going to speak to that boy ever again. Phone. Now." She demanded.

I could almost feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. I felt tears well up in my eyes when I gave up, giving her my phone. I stormed all the way up to my room, making sure she heard my loud stomps up to my bedroom. I slammed the door shut, and turned on my laptop. This was so unfair. I hate her.

I saw Louise online, so I messaged her.


From Carter:


Forward to everyone else; Long Story short; my mom randomly came for a 'visit', and I got the gifts of hatred and lectures. Tell Harry I'm sorry. She found out about us. >.>


Then, I logged off.




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