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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2. Where It All Starts.

 

So far, I see that the beginning isn't going off to a good start with me and my parents' relationship.  I mean, I seriously couldn't believe that they didn't trust me on this. Anyways, back to the story...

 

The next morning, I woke up remembering what had happened last night at dinner. I wasn't pleased with the fact that my parents actually had to think it over. It was no surprise anyways.

I hopped out of bed, tying my hair up to a messy bun. Then, I walked into my en-suite bathroom and brushed her teeth, followed by a morning shower. After that, I walked over to my closet, choosing some grey sweats with a matching sweater.

I strolled downstairs to the kitchen where I saw both my parents muttering to each other. I awkwardly stepped in, making them instantly silent as I did.

My dad had took a deep breath before sipping his morning coffee. "Good morning, sweetheart." He greeted as if nothing happened.

"Morning..." I reluctantly replied. Everything was silently subtle until my dad started talking. I was hoping it was about the concert decision.

"So Carter, your mother and I have been thinking.." My father paused. "It was a very hard decision. But your mother thinks that you shouldn't go to the concert."

My face dropped, suddenly feeling betrayed. I thought my father would talk everything out to my mom. I even gave a lecture. "What? Why?!"

 

"Your mother-"

 

"WE." My mother cut him off.

"We...think that you're still too young to go to a concert. It's not ladylike to go out to a concert and hang around. I mean, things can happen." My father spoke out.

I crossed my arms. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"You know, 'things'." He air quoted.

 

I couldn't believe they didn't trust me. I was grown up. I was responsible. I obey their orders, but apparently, they didn't for me. The relationship I have with my parents have become even more worse with me. Were they being serious? Or was I just being punk'd? After all the things I've done for them, this is what they repay me?

 

"UGH." I groaned, storming up to my room with full rage. I slammed my bedroom door closed and slid down, hugging my knees. I reached over to my phone on the dresser and dialed the girls' numbers.

 

"Hello?" I heard two voices say.

 

"Hey, I can't go." I retorted.

 

"What? Why?" They both said in unison.

 

"Because my stupid parents don't trust me." I grunted.

 

"That's rough." Louise sighed. Then, she paused. "If you're not going, then I'm not going."

 

"No, no. You guys go on ahead without me. Invite Olivia or something. She would love to go. Oh, and don't forget to get me an autograph from One Direction." I suggested.

 

It was silent for a while as I was in my own little fantasy world dreaming of how meeting One Direction would feel amazing. Apparently, that dream couldn't be met.

 

"Carter? Hello?" Jasmine's voice broke my thoughts.

 

I snapped back into reality and went back to the phone. "Oh, huh?"

 

"I said if we could hang out sooner. Maybe like the day after the concert?" Jasmine requested.

 

"Um, sure. Sleepover tomorrow? I have to go to the cafe first before we can hang out."

 

Oh! I almost forgot to tell you; well, you know how I've been mentioning work to you, right? The cafe I work in is 3 blocks around here. I work there, because, my father's friend owns it, making me have a job. I was a local cafe waitress there, so you can probably see me every weekend.

I have another job too. Spinners' is a music store where we sell tons of CD's. My father's other friend owns that store and got my a job there.

You're probably thinking why in the world would a 14 year old have a job... I have no idea myself. I guess my dad just works everything out. I was practically forced to have two jobs for my college and/or high school applications even thought it's still too early to think about that now. But, parents will be parents, right?

 

"Why don't we meet you at the cafe tomorrow? We'll just hang around there." Louise said.

 

"Yeah, sure. I have to go. I need to get ready for work today. Have fun at the concert!" I acknowledged them, standing up from my door.

 

"Alright. See you soon." Jasmine bid, followed by Louise. I hung up, sighing.

 

I knew today was going to be a total bust.

 

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I arrived at work on the same day, heading over to the 'Employee Lounge' to drop my stuff. I took out my apron and ran my fingers through my long brown hair, tying it to a high ponytail.


"Hey there, pretty lady." Connor, my co-worker suddenly came in. His large blue eyes were wide and his short brown hair was pretty messy, considering that the wind outside was slightly breezy. His voice was full on American, as in which we was obviously born in America.

I chuckled at his cheesy greet. "Hey Connor." I tied the rope around my waist and grabbed my notepad and pen, sticking it into the apron pocket. "Did you open this place up?"

"Sure did. I think we have one customer here. Would you mind getting their order?" He asked.

I nodded and rolled my eyes. "As always."

I strolled out of the room, only to be greeted by my other co-workers who had just arrived from work. I waved and smiled back at them as I started to clean the counter. Then, I remembered that I was suppose to be helping one customer. Then I noticed a young man sitting in the corner of the shop. He was wearing a beanie and a pair of sun glasses. He was completely absorbed with his papers.

So, I went over to him and asked my usual question. "Sir, can I get you anything?"
The man looked up, surprised. Dark, curly hair was poking out from beneath his beanie. Something told me I'd seen him before but I couldn't remember where.


"Oh uh...yes. Do you still have any of those chocolate chip cookies?" 


I nodded and grabbed a few, placed them on a tray and set them down in front of him. I gave it more thought, have I seen him on TV?

"What are you writing?" I asked, peering at the paper, "You write songs?"

He lowered his songbook and smiled "Yeah, I've been trying to write my own songs, but something can't come up."

I sat opposite him and smiled, "I know what you mean, I always get writers block. It's just something you need to dig deep in and find out." I wiggled my fingers and laughed. "I'm Carter, by the way. I know I should be by the counter, but no ones here and I could use a nice break." 

He looked at me uncertainly, as if he was expecting me to say something different. "I'm Harry, it's nice to meet you." He smiled and put down his book. "Sorry I came here so early, I just wanted to get away from it all, I guess. I hadn't realized how early it was to be here.." 

By then I just couldn't shake the feeling that I'd heard that name before as I took one of his cookies, "It's not a problem! So, are you like a singer?" I asked.

I noticed his gorgeous smile as he laughed, making his dimples appear. "I guess you can say that." He grabbed a cookie and talked between bites, "Are you from here? Your accent is...different."

"You mean weird? Yeah I get that a lot. I moved here from America a few years ago so I have an odd accent."

"It's not weird, kinda cute actually." He smiled again, "I like it." 

I blushed, I wasn't used to receiving compliments. Especially from good looking, kind of familiar, strangers. I thought.

"Oh, you're just saying that," I answered with a laugh. "I'm guessing you like to write a lot." I pointed to the messy folder and songbook right in front of him on the table.

"Yeah, I'm kind of a nerd," Harry replied, "I write here most of the day, sometimes read too. It's one of the only place I can write in public and still have privacy. It's something people don't really know about me."

I wanted to ask more, but decided it would be better not too, "I love reading and writing too!" I offered him a high five and after a moments hesitation, he returned it with a friendly smile. 

We chatted for a while longer. Mostly about songs, writing, books and books being made into movies. He had a really pretty smile that went all the way up to his eyes. I know I've seen him before but where?  I asked myself. I knew it seemed awfully familiar.

Time flew by as we continued to laugh and talk amongst each other when Harry finally let out a gasp. "I'm so sorry," Harry said after glancing at his watch, "I forgot I had to meet my friends for lunch at 1." 

I looked up at the wall clock, 1:02.

And then suddenly it hit me. That voice, that smile, those dimples. It was familiar because for the past two years he'd been in one of my favorite bands.

He was Harry Styles. One Direction Harry Styles. I looked back up at him again, how did I miss that? It must be his sunglasses.

"Umm.. I hate to be a bother but umm...can I have a picture? You're Harry Styles right?" I questioned.

He smiled again, "I was wondering if you'd ever recognize me. You're the first person I've had a normal conversation with in months. A picture? Sure." He took off his sunglasses, finally showing his handsome face that I was too clueless to even notice.
"I knew you looked familiar, I watched you guys on the X-Factor! I can't believe I didn't know it was you!" I handed him my phone with a smile on my face as he turned the camera onto our faces and smiled. I could almost even smell the scent of his cologne filling up my nose.
"Smile!" He snapped the picture, and at that moment; I felt something. Something I haven't felt in a while.


I can't describe it. Time was frozen and I sensed something had changed. When he handed me back my phone, the moment had ended. After the small picture with each other, he started to gather his things. "Are you coming to our concert tonight?"

I sighed, "Sadly, no. My parents don't trust me. My friends have tickets, but I couldn't go. They have backstage passes too. If you see them, their names are Louise and Jasmine. But, be careful.. they're hardcore directioners." I warned him, making him chuckle. "Anyways, it's been nice chatting with you!" I grinned sheepishly. I helped him pick up his songbook and folder as I tried to place it neatly inside without any papers falling out.

"Yeah. Nice speaking with you, Carter. You're very lovely. It
's too bad you couldn't come. I would love to get to know a beautiful girl like you." He implied at my name. He took the folder from my hand and swapped it with money for the cookies he had bought. "I guess I'll see you soon, then?" He quizzed.

I nodded, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm just a regular Carter. Always have and always will." I told him with a shrug, my hands resting on my hips. The thought of him actually thinking that someday we would meet again was making me blush insecurely. He actually thought we were going to meet again.

Before he walked out the door, he took one last glance at me as I started wiping the tables. "I don't think so." He winked, then added, "Oh, and it's cute when you blush."

 

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Thanks for the views so far! I've been busy lately, and sorry for being... a little late. I would love some comments about this chapter. Any questions? Comments? Concerns?  I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ;D Thanks! BYE.

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