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.

30Likes
42Comments
3469Views
AA

16. Long Days and Anger.

 

"I'm sorry...I-I can't."

"What?" I breathlessly said. "Why?"

"B-Because I'm just-"

"Age is just a number, Carter. I don't care if you're 14. You're old enough to know that I like you for you, and that's all that matters to me." I spoke quietly.

She sighed, "I-I don't know..."

"You can think about it if you want. I'm in no rush, Carter. Just know that either decision you choose, I'm fine with it." I concluded. "So uh, are you staying over here tonight?"

She was silent, but shook her head. "I don't think so. If you want me to though."

"I don't really mind." I retorted.

"I'll just... head home." She stood up, making her way towards the door. Before she stepped out, she told me, "Good night, Harry."

I smiled, "Night." She stayed frozen at her spot, smiling again.

 

-

 

Carter's POV:

 

After I said goodbye to the boys, they looked confused that I was leaving so soon and randomly. I didn't bother to talk about it and just grabbed my stuff, walking home by myself. As I was walking, I thought about my decision with Harry.

I liked him, a lot. But from what I see about the media, and the age difference, can be too much for me. Oh and don't forget my parents too. If they found out I was dating an 18 year old superstar, they would definitely kill me for that.

Do you have that feeling when you have two sides in your conscience? One bad side and one good side convincing you to do either one?

My bad side is telling me to do it; I mean, it's not every day where a superstar is actually asking you out on a date because he likes you for you and doesn't care about your own age.

My good side is telling me to NOT go out with him, because you want to be the good girl you always are and stay out of trouble. If the media finds out, it's obvious that my parents might find out.

 

I was so confused.

 

Days like this, I wished that I could call Jasmine or Louise about this. But all they would do is scream about it and then just tell me to go out with him. I knew that they would understand, but sometimes they don't really take things too seriously. My mom would usually help me with situations like this, but what good would that be?

 

Once I got home, I locked my door, dropped my stuff, and jogged up to my room. Sometimes a nice, relaxing shower helps me clear my head of all thoughts. I didn't need to think about it now. Harry told me to take my time, and I would.

After taking a shower and changing into my pajamas, I grabbed my laptop and sat on my bed, checking for any updates on Twitter or Facebook.

 

1D News & Updates- Harry with a girl in his Range Rover this morning. pic.twitter.com/ni7RMRIIDp

 

It was a picture of me and Harry when he brought me to work this morning. Luckily, I had my beanie on so they wouldn't recognize my face. I've noticed that lately, my face would be covered with hats and hands whenever paps would managed to take tons of pictures. I'm a lucky girl.

 

I scrolled down to see more things about Harry and I. I didn't expect to see so many photos of my face hidden in every picture I enlarged. I saw the comments and some of them were desperate on trying to find out who I was and how I looked like.

Then, I saw one that caught my eye. I saw a photo of me and Harry at the BRIT Awards, sitting next to each other. We were looking at each other, looking like we enjoyed each others company. Kind of like how Louis stares at Eleanor kind of look.

Tons of comments were bombarding the photo. Some were mean, some were nice, and some were questions like, 'is that the girl Harry's been seeing for the past month?', 'is she the mystery girl?'.

Hopefully that photo won't show up in magazines. Thank goodness my parents don't really use the internet too much. They think it's bad for your eyes and health. I couldn't blame them too much for that.

 

Throughout the whole night, I continued to stroll through more updates I have missed since I never really use my laptop too much. I looked at my notifications, seeing that all the boys of One Direction had followed me, making me gain more followers then I already had. Eleanor even followed me. I mentally fangirled inside, seeing that everyone followed me. Some people had their suspicions for me because my icon looked like the girl with Harry at the BRITS. I even had some mentions to me from other people asking if I was her. I didn't answer, and it was best if I didn't.

 

It was getting later and later by the minute and I was starting to get tired of looking at random tweets. So I shut down my laptop and started to get some rest. Hopefully tomorrow would be an easier day for me.

 

-

 

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing to a One Direction ringtone. I groaned and picked it up.

"Hello?" I grunted with my sleepy voice.

"Carter?" It was my mom.

I shut my eyes, dropping my head back on my pillow. "Whaat?" I whined. "Mom, it's like 5 in the morning here. Do you not realize that?"

"I'm sorry Carter, but I'm just calling to check to see if you're alright." She told me.

"I'm fine, mom. Couldn't be better." I groaned, twisting and turning around my bed.

"Have you been working?" She asked me.

"Yes." I said annoyingly.

"Don't use that tone with me, missy. Have you been with Dylan?"

"Yeah." I lied, rubbing my eyes.

"Alright, just don't go anywhere else but home. Stay safe, watch the pots and pans, lock the doors.." I started to drift off at her lecture and feel back asleep, with the phone still against my ear. But when I heard a loud yell through the line, I shot my head up, "CARTER HANSON. ARE YOU FALLING ASLEEP ON ME WHEN I'M TELLING YOU THE IMPORTANCE OF SAFETY?"

I started to get annoyed. Why the heck would she call at 5 in the morning?! She knew the time it was here and yet, she still tries to call me. I was done with her lectures, I was done with her stressing me out. "MOM. I need some sleep!"

"AFTER I'm done talking with you!" She scolded.

I groaned loudly, leaning against the headboard, not even listening to a word she was saying. I kept repeating my 'mhm' and grunts in agreement. After what seemed like hours, she finally started to tell me she had to go. By the time she said that, it was already 7:30. There was no point in going back to sleep when I was fully awake.

Sometimes, I wonder what that women does to make my life more miserable every minute. Does she plan it? Or is she just born with some kind of disease? She likes to push my buttons. Why can't she be more like dad? Calm, cool, and collected.

I rolled my eyes, ending the call. I sat down on my bed for a while, staring into space. Everything she talked about led up to going outside, then meeting a guy, then falling in love- I mean, like...NO. Why would she even go there?

All that talk with her made me realize what I wanted to do. I wanted to live my life. She's away for the whole summer, which only meant doing something that I wanted, and that she couldn't stop me.

I picked up my phone, dialing some numbers as I held it up to my ear. Then, I heard a voice.

 

"Hello?" The husky voice said.

"Harry?"

"Carter..." His voice changed husky to normal and deep.

"Yes." I replied.

"Yes what?"

 

"Yes, I'll go out with you."

 

-

 

Okay, this might be the last chapter for the week, because for the rest of the week, I'll be pretty busy with TONS of stuff. I'll update soon, probably in the weekends. Okay?

Thanks for the views so far! Keep it up! I really appreciate it! Um, favorite? Likes? Comments? Tell me what you think! It would mean a lot! Thank you so much, and I'll update as soon as I can. Byee! :D

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...