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.


1. No Fair.


It all started in a bright early morning.


"Carter! Wake up!" My mom called me. I pulled myself out of bed and slouched my way to the bathroom. I started to brush my teeth and wash my face. The water rinsed over my face, making my skin glisten in the light. My eyes flew open to an awoken state as I wiped the wetness off my face and journeyed to my closet.


Let me introduce myself; My name's CarterCarter Hanson. I'm 14 years old and I live in Cheshire, England. Now, I know what you might be thinking; I have an accent. No, I don't. I'm originally from California. I moved when I was 10, because of my dad's job getting out of state. I'm in my last day of middle school. I was going to High School soon, which was actually a good thing.


I live with my parents in a, I guess you can call it 'fancy' house right next to my best friend's house, Louise. We've been friends since the start of 6th grade, my first year in the new school. She lives with her older brother, Dylan, who is already in his last year in college. Dylan was like a brother to me, and Louise was like my younger sister who was only 3 month younger than me.


Anyways, Louise's parents had a full-time job together in New York, resulting that they have them Dylan and Louise to live alone. It's sort of obvious to say that they didn't want to move. So, yeah. Back to reality, I had chosen my outfit for the last day of the 8th grade, hoping that my last day would flow by. I let my brown hair shower down my shoulders as it stopped below my chest. I combed it thoroughly as I slipped on my glasses. Some part of my felt a bit saddened that I wasn't going to see my old friends, yet glad that I was finally going to be out of school.


I strolled down to the kitchen, following the scent of bacon and eggs being fried onto the pan my mother was stirring in.

"'Morning, mom." I greeted politely, setting my backpack down on the kitchen table.

"Ah, Ah, Ah." She pointed at me with her spatula. "Book bag off the table." She instructed me.

I rolled my eyes, obeying her orders as I reluctantly set my backpack down the ground beside the table leg. "Happy?" I looked over to her, who smiled at me as she continued to cook breakfast.


Did I mention that I have very strict parents? Well if I didn't, I do. My parents are those type of high class people who always talk to me about responsibilities and manners and such. It get me annoyed, but that's just who they are.


"So, last day. How does it feel to be going to high school?" My mother asked me through the loud sound of popping from the pan.


I sat down the wooden chair, playing with the flowers on the table set. I glanced at her for a second. I never actually thought about how it felt. I just felt like, going for it. I never go into so much detail for my future. "It feels good." I replied bluntly.


Suddenly, my dad came in wearing his suit and tie. He was ready for his day working in the office, I'm guessing. "Morning Sweetie." He kissed the top of my head, then walking over to my mother, pecking her sweetly. Although it kind of disgusted me to see your own parents kissing right in front of you, I guess I was use to it.


"Alright, I'm going to school now. I need to get out of this house. Like, now." I wiped the petals off my hands and grabbed my backpack from the floor and headed out the door, snatching an apple on the go.




I waited outside Louise's front door as I took a huge bite of my apple from home. I checked the time on my clock as I stood there, sliding my feet on the ground. I texted Louise that was waiting out her door, and she responded with a blunt 'okay'. It's been 5 minutes already, and no sign of Louise coming out anytime soon.


The sound of a creak made me shoot my head up from my phone and looked up to see Dylan. He smiled at me as we greeted each other with a hug. "How have you been, Carter?" I pulled away, returning the smile.


"I've been good." I looked directly into his eyes, considering that we were almost at the height of eye level. I was pretty tall for an 8th grader. I've been playing so many sports that I haven't really noticed how tall I've grown. I guess you can say that I was pretty tall for my age.


"Alright, well Louise is getting her stuff all ready for the day. I know, she's a procrastinator." He whispered at his last sentence, making me chuckle.


"I heard that." Louise's voice rang, making us jump. She was wearing her black hoodie and skinny jeans, ripped on the laps and the knees. Her usual outfits. Her long brown hair was combed as it flowed down her shoulders, stopping at her chest.


"Hey Louise." I gave her a smile and a wave. She gave me a dirty look before she took out her keys and locked the door.

"I'll see you later, Carter." Dylan pursed his lips as he walked away. I turned to Louise, who had her arms crossed, looking slightly betrayed.


"What's wrong with you?" I nudged her as we walked to school.




"Nothing?" I repeated with a questionable tone.


"Yes. Nothing." She retorted. I just shrugged it off, knowing that she was only joking. It was one of the things about Louise that made her look mysterious. It was cool, yet a bit annoying.




Throughout the last day of school, there was a lot of tears and hugs going on. Many of my friends were crying at the thought of not seeing each other again. I promised them that we would soon meet just as along as they kept in touch, in which I kind of doubted.


"Carter! Carter!" A voice called over to me. I turned around, seeing my other best friend, Jasmine running towards me. I flashed a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.


"Oh, hey Jasmine. What's up?"


"You are never going to believe who I won concert tickets to." She squealed in delight.


"Who?" I chuckled uneasily.


"ONE DIRECTION!" She almost yelled out.


My eyes widened, feeling the sense of almost jumping around. "N-No way. Y-You're kidding, right?!" I felt myself tense up in excitement.


She shook her head vigorously. "NO. My dad's friend's cousin works for the tickets booth in the Greenwood Concert Stage. He happens to be selling One Direction tickets. I begged him to get me 3 tickets and he threw in backstage passes!"


"Oh my gosh! That's amazing! You're so lucky!" I gasped, hugging her.


"No, WE'RE so lucky!" She corrected.


"What?" I raised my eyebrows in confusion, adjusting the strap of my book bag.


"I'm inviting you and Louise to the concert!" She revealed. We were in the schoolyard, with nobody around, so it was no big deal to jump around like an idiot, celebrating our ways that I actually get to go to a One Direction concert. When we finished, I stopped her.


"WHEN IS IT?" I asked impatiently.


"Tomorrow night, baby!" She cheered. I clapped in excitement like a child as I hopped around. I hugged her one last time before my parents called and complained that I was -and I quote- 3.12 minutes late from school.




Once I arrived home, I was about to set my back pack down on the dining table when my mom shot me a look of warning. I slowly back away, dropping it on the ground and sitting on the chair by the counter, smiling uncontrollably.


"Why are you so happy about?" My mother asked me from the stove.


"Mom, have I ever told you that you're the most talented and amazing person I know?" I sweet talked her, fluttering my eyes. I was hoping with my baby voice and sweet compliments would help me let her make me go to the One Direction concert tomorrow night.


She froze, dropping her vegetables that she was cutting and looked at me. "This should be good." She waited for my proposal.


I exhaled, playing with my fingers on the counter. "Mom, would you make me the happiest daughter alive and let me go to a One Direction concert that Jasmine had tickets for and invited me to for tomorrow night at the Greenwood Concert Stage?"


She sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Carter. Absolutely not. I can't let my 14 year old daughter out to a sold out concert filled with older teenagers. It's like going to a club, but younger." I can't believe she just said that.


"But mom!" I started to argue.


"No 'but's! I don't want to hear it. Now, help me with dinner. You're father's coming home soon." She commanded as I held my head up high and obeyed her orders.




Dinner was silent that night, considering I was still angry at my mom for not letting me go to the concert. The sound of the utensils hitting the plates were only made. Other than that, it was completely silent. I played with the salad on my plate with the fork, sliding it back and forth. My elbow was on the table, making my cheek rest on it as I played with it silently.


My dad finally cleared his throat, wiping his mouth. "So Carter, how was your day?"


"Fine." I retorted. It was just a few more seconds of silence until I burst. "Actually, not fine. Mom doesn't let me go to a One Direction concert tomorrow night with Jasmine and Louise!"


My mom slammed her utensils down on the table. "Carter Hanson! I specifically told you not to mention that subject again after I had made up my mind!"


"Wait." My dad paused. Then, he turned to me. "Carter. You're only 14. You don't even have a drivers license yet." He tried to reason.


"But dad! I deserve something in return, right? I get good grades, I got into the High School you wanted me to go to, I work at Spinners right after school AND work part time at a cafè that's 3 blocks from here on the weekends! I do whatever you say and I'm obedient! Can't you give me this reward for all the hard work I've done?!" I lectured, begging.


My father sighed, then cupped his face in his hands. He sat up. "Carter, I'll tell you my decision tomorrow. Right now, your mother and I will have a talk as we clean. You go to your room." He instructed.


I started to calm down and think positive thoughts. I knew that someday my parents would give me the privilege to do things. That was only until I'm 18. I sighed as I stomped up to my room.

I shut the door behind me and went over to my bed. I turned on my laptops to see any Twitter updates.


'@Harry_Styles- my hometown! How are you? Can't wait to see you guys tomorrow night!'


Don't even mock me.





I hope you all liked it! Please comment to let me know what you think and if I should continue. It would mean a lot. Thanks. Bye c:

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