#BestMatesGirl [A #TG Sequel]

Two months has passed since Ally was branded as the elusive #TargetGirl. Two months has passed since she met One Direction. Ally Khrystn Sophia Wyatt is now dating one of Britain's heart-throbs, Liam Payne of One Direction and life couldn't get more perfect.
And well, it doesn't.
Now Ally couldn't get over the feelings she ignored. The feelings she could not act upon.
Her feelings for Harry could end One Direction. Could end her relationship with Liam.
Harry returns from his vacation in the Carribeans following his break-up with superstar Taylor Swift. He's unsure of why Liam isn't his normal self. Why is he pissed at a signal word of Ally? Why doesn't he want Harry and Ally in the same room?
And to make matters worse, Taylor Swift releases a hit single that just might shed some light on their sudden break-up. Tensions arise as friendships and loyalty are put to the test
#BestMatesGirl dwells on the trend started worldwide as the entire world discovers a hidden secret within the band.


6. Her

Harry’s POV



I felt my face lift up in a smile [even though I was facing a monster of a head-ache] as I remembered her.

Her brown eyes glowing back at me. Lit up in a smile. I closed my eyes, shutting out the world and its many problems as I tried to picture her better.

I bit away the memory of our last encounter.

Her face brimming red with embarrassment [or was it anger?] as she declared having seen me and Tay in the nude. She hadn’t even come the next day to bid us off.

Everything on my and the blonde’s vacation to the Caribbean had started off all sunny side up.

We had gone around the island, spent some time in the suite we had booked for 2 weeks, taken photos with fans and all.

The whole sha-bang!

But then… well then THAT happened.

The text Tay had meant to have sent Connor Kennedy [her ex] which ironically enough came to me instead had been the needed spark that had led to the catastrophic explosion of a break-up.

How could she do that? How could she do that to me? 

Hurt me? How could she hurt me and treat me like a common mule?

I felt a bump, my body shook along with the turbulence of the world beyond my closed eyes, drawing me out of my thoughts.

I opened my eyes, drinking in my surroundings.

Two seats were in front of me and across the aisle another two luxurious leather seats made for a King where a woman of maybe fifty sat, her neck adorned with gold necklaces of about twenty or more carats, clasped tightly around it like snakes winding themselves around her. Her fingers had more rings than actual fingers.

The storage compartment above me was tightly shut and the shutter was shut, preventing the sun from entering my space.

The seat-belt and ‘NO SMOKING’ sign were still steadily on above me and the glass of mineral water wasn’t where it was supposed to be.

Glancing to the empty seat next to me, I see the glass on the cup holder staring back at me.

The extra helpful flight attendant that had fluttered her lashes at me repeatedly must’ve moved it.

I shifted slightly, my body tired and fatigued from the long flight over. I lifted the shuttered and glanced out into the world.

Structures of building all too familiar to me surrounded me. The plane was still moving, glancing towards the wing; I saw the flaps out, extended as it tried to slow the lane down for safe landing and the ground below me.

The sound of tires squealing as it hit the runway… I was back home.

‘HEATHROW AIRPORT’ and ‘WELCOME TO LONDON’ were two other confirmations to my conclusions.

I sighed, my shoulders sagging under the mental stress I’d been going through the past few days.

My thoughts had been all jumbled up for the past how many days.

One, of course was a result of the break-up.

Another was from the undeniable black hole in my memory from that first day after the break-up because truly I’ve forgotten the events from that night. All I could make out, out of that fuzzy memory blank was having a party at JQ’s and getting so wasted I forgot everything.

Thirdly was from the blasted media themselves and their noisy noses, trying to find out the truth and in the process invade my blimey privacy.

And lastly and most importantly was a thought that had invaded my mind like a nuisance.

I couldn’t get rid of it.

Even though I wasn’t thinking it, it was always there, at the back of my mind, prodding me like a stick in my backside.


Why did she have to be in my every thought?

It might be stretching it, but really that was the truth.

She was always there.

Every time I laughed at a joke, my mind always drifted off to, “What would she think of that joke?”

Every time I had noting to do, my mind drifted to her.

What would she be doing right now, this very second?

Is she thinking of me like I am of her?

I shook my head roughly every time I thought of that.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be thinking of her. AT ALL!   

She’s not for you…

My mind dwelled on all the reasons I couldn’t… No…. on all the reasons I shouldn’t, ever think of her like that.

She’s not your usual Harry! I told myself. You should go for those easy-to-get girls. Go for them.

She’s a friend.

She most probably hates your guts.

And, lastly… she’s your BEST MATES GIRL, Harry. She’s Li’s. Not yours, never yours! Never will be!

I sighed; the words ran through my mind.

Never will be yours, Haz! Remember that!

I was trying desperately to convince myself of that fact.

She’s not mine…

‘You saw her first,’ my possessive side retorted.

‘Doesn’t matter. You didn’t make a move then,’ my clear headed side pointed out.

I bit away the urge to hit my head against my tray table at my inner conflict.

“Mr Styles,” the flight attendant that I’d taken to naming ‘Flirty’ said as she flittingly placed a well manicured hand on my shoulder before retreating it back.

I turned my face, facing her, brows arched in question as the head-ache from before throbbed harder in my head.

“We’ve arrived. Time for disembarkment,” she relied, her face lit up in a mega-watt smile revealing pearly white, bleached teeth that nearly blinded me.

I looked around.

Everyone was poised and ready to get off the plane, hand luggage in hand as they anxiously waited to get away from the stuffiness of the plane. I nodded abruptly at the redhead [flirty] ready to get off after hours of being trapped in the small, confined space.

“Thanks!” I added as I grabbed my coat and shrugged it on after feeling the cold atmosphere of London dawn on me. No more Caribbean sunny weather.

I grabbed the orange beanie Ally had gotten me and put it on, smiling slightly like a weirdo at the mere thought of Ally.

Grabbing my small carry-on suitcase from the overhead compartment, I shook off the feeling of eyes burning into me from all directions.

I didn’t mind at all.

It came with the territory after all.

Pulling my phone from my jean pocket, I turned it back on; my inbox was bursting with unread messages.

I scrolled through them, stopping at the latest from Louis, twenty or do minutes ago.


In arrivals lounge. Liam nd Ally on their way… Can’t wait to see ya mate. Have a lot to talk about…


Cryptic and long.

I found myself smiling at the thought of Ally coming to see me.

I sent a quick rely to Louis.


Arrived… Will be able to clear security in 10.  See you then mate ;)


@Harry_Styles: Home sweet home... Time for some R n R with the boys @onedirection



The door finally opened and the cool London breeze entered the warm heated interior of the plane and I was glad that I had the forethought to pack my large coat for the trip.

Tugging my suitcase along behind me, I followed behind the lady with the too much jewelry with her toxicity of expensive perfume towards the door.

The flight attendants all stood poised at the doors, bidding the passengers a quick ‘Thank You’ and ‘Good Bye.’

“Thank you for flying with us Mr Styles,” a bloke of about sixty with a heart smile said. “I hope you enjoyed the flight and please do fly with us again soon.”

I smiled at him, avoiding ‘Flirty’s’ seductive smile as I shook the old bloke’s outstretched hand. “Thanks. I loved the flight.”

Bidding them another quick farewell before sending a quick signature Styles smile and wink towards ‘Flirty’ I vacated the plane and headed for security.

Thankfully Paul had called ahead and arranged for a quick security check and I was done within five minutes.

The media immediately bombarded me as I exited security, making my migraine worse with the flashes and all.

“Harry, care to comment on the reason of your break-up with Taylor?”

“Harry, look this way please.”

“Harry was it a mutual break-up?”

“Harry, is Haylor really over?”

“Harry, why did you and Taylor break up?”

“Harry! Harry! Harry!”

I tried to block out the questions.

“No comment,” I said firmly as I tore through the crowd of reporters.           




Hey stylies,

soryy for the late update... Will try nd make up for it :)

Hope you like this ...


P.S What do yuo think of the new cover??


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