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.

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7. Weeks and Lyrics.

"I'm 14 years old."

 

I could almost see his eyes widening. It was a shock, yet emotionless face. It was silent for a while, but I kept talking. "I'm really sorry for not telling you, Harry. It was just- It was never mentioned." It was still silent..

"So you're actually...14?" He retorted. I nodded, reassuring him that it wasn't a dream. "Oh." He let out a huff.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, because... I don't know- it was never mentioned, it was never brought up. I guess I wasn't thinking when I first met you."

He was still silent for a while, but I continued talking. "I totally understand that you may or may not talk to me anymore because hiding some stupid secret from you-"

"It's not stupid. I mean, I'm quite shocked, but it's not stupid." He shrugged. Somehow, I managed to hear a little bit of a difference in his voice. Not the husky tone he always has... something else.

I shuffled my feet around on the ground, looking down. "So, you're not mad?" I peeked up a little.

He pursed his lips, shaking his head. "Not really.." He cleared his throat. "Well-uh, I have to go. The boys and I have something planned tonight. I guess I'll see you soon, okay?"

I nodded, letting out a smile. He took a step back, half-smiling, and heading out the door without one look back.

 

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I knew what Harry was thinking. I could tell. His eyes once I told him that I was 14. His gestures seeming a little uncomfortable. His smile only appearing as half.. and his voice.. getting awkward. All those signs he's giving me eventually led to one thing;

 

He wasn't okay with it.

 

He must think I'm this crazy stalker girl that everyone would want to be friends with. I didn't blame him anyways. It wasn't his fault girls keep throwing themselves at him. He wanted a real friend that can go through what he was going through. I guess I wasn't the type of friend he thought I was.

 

Weeks have passed and no words from Harry or anyone close to him whatsoever. I guess I didn't mind that Harry was  practically avoiding me anyways like I did with him. I deserve the fact that he didn't want to see me again, because I was nothing but a loser to him. I fangirled in front of him, made a fool of myself in front of him, and told him the shocking secret to him. Jasmine was right. I guess we weren't meant to be friends...

 

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Harry's POV:

 

I hummed the tune quietly in my room, focusing on a new song I was working on. I was close to getting lyrics for the tune, but it just wouldn't work. I tapped my pencil on the song sheet and bopped my head through the beat of the tune as I hummed. I couldn't understand why I couldn't think  of any lyrics. Usually, I would always have that perfect word for the song, but not this time. This time, I needed some inspiration. But what?

 

Suddenly, a knock erupted the room. "Come in." I called out.

A creak was made as the door slowly opened, revealing the boys lining towards my bed, each of them sitting by the edge.

"Harry, you've been sitting there for hours. Aren't you tired?" Louis asked.

I shook my head, "I need inspiration, mate. I can't figure out the right lyrics for the tune."

"We could help you." Zayn offered.

"Thanks, but you already wrote your own songs for the new album. I haven't. I have to work on this myself." I declined, sighing. I ruffled my curls to the side, looking over the empty song sheet again.

"Alright, but if you're really stuck, mate; give us a call." Liam paused for a few seconds. "You know, when I need help with some lyrics, I always go outside and take a walk, or hang out with some friends."

"No thanks. I'd much rather stay here and work on it quietly, if you lads don't mind." I shooed them off my room, leaping back onto my bed to focus on the song..

I don't get it. I'd usually finish this in an hour or so.. but nothing seems to pop in my head. So far, I only had 2 lines of lyrics. Those were from weeks ago. When I had the inspiration. How did I do that? I sung it over twice, then three times, then four times. Nothing. How could I have known those lyrics, but not now? I remember when I was at the cafe... writing new lyrics for the new album... then I ordered some chocolate chip cookies from someone... After that day, I wrote down some lyrics I was looking for the song... But how?

Then, realization hit me as hard as a brick.

My inspiration was Carter.

 

Carter was the reason why I found the lyrics.

 

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Carter's POV:

 

"So, how's cafe and CD duties?" Jasmine asked me. I was in my room on a Friday night, and the girls and I were having our usual Friday night sleepovers at my house since my parents would never trust me to go to a friend's house for a sleepover. Louise, Jasmine, and I were all seated on the ground, eating Chinese take out from those cute little containers.

I started to use my chopsticks to grab a piece of chicken onto the wooden stick, but I was no good. I put my box down and replied to Jasmine's question. "It's good. Tiring too."

"Don't you at least have a few days off from work? You work like every single day." She burped after she took a sip out of her soda, making us chuckle.

"No. But luckily, later on, my parents are reconsidering me to work on the weekends in the cafe, and work like a day on the weekdays at Spinners. They plan on having more 'family time' with me since it's summer." I just shrugged, shoving my hand into the brown paper bag to get a fortune cookie.

"That's good." Jasmine said, throwing her garbage out into the trash.

"I guess...But my parents' definition of 'family time' is going to the Museum of Natural History and studying everything back in the 1900's and before  on." I sighed.

"Ew. Gross." Jasmine snarled.

"Yeah, well." I tore the wrapper off the fortune cookie, breaking the cookie in half to clean out the paper in the middle. I wiped the crumbs off the paper, revealing my fortune.

 

'A fresh start will put you on your way.'

 

I shrugged at the fortune, knowing that all those fortunes they make up aren't true. It wasn't. I've been eating Chinese for years, and not once did my previous fortunes was true. I didn't believe in the nonsense. It was just the fun of it to crack open the cookie and find a piece of paper curled in it.

I threw the paper away, shoving one half of the cookie into my mouth, creating a loud crunch.

"So, Carter. Have you spoken Harry yet?" Louise started, playing with the noodles on her box.

I shook my head, not really bothered to care anymore. I replied with a blunt 'no' and moved on with the subject. "So, aren't you guys planning on getting a summer job?"

"No, of course not. Do you know what summer is? It's a time to have fun, not work hard. That's what school's for. Besides, like you said, it's tiring." Louise scoffed. Jasmine and I glanced at each other for a moment, looking at each other like she was crazy. We snickered at each other for a bit, with Louise looking oblivious at what we were laughing about.

 

I guess this is what 14 year old girls needed. And I enjoyed it.

 

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Did you watch the BRIT Awards?! OMG, the boys' performance was AMAZING! <3 Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. Oh! and thanks for the views so far! It means so much! Please Comment, Favorite, Like?

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