Another Cinderella Story.

Juliet's parents forced her to join her older sister Rosie on an One Direction concert. But Juliet decided to wait in the car, she never liked One Direction, actually, she doesn't like any celebrities at all. She wanted to go home after the concert but her sister wanted to stay looking for them. Juliet decided to take a cab home, but what happens when she meets Harry Styles trying to sneak out in the back of the arena? Read to find out.


2. Staying with me.

Juliet's P.O.V

I woke up hearing some voices, not opening my eyes I started to wonder if I've been kidnapped.

"Man, you've killed her!" I heard someone whisper.

"I didn't kill her, she's still breathing!" I heard another voice whisper.

Moaning I placed my hand on my forehead slowly sitting up. I blinked a few times before I sat face to face with Harry Styles. The one from One Direction. But let me get this clear, the reason I know his name is because my sister constantly talks about them on the kitchen table. She said that the curly haired, green eyed, tall boy was Harry Styles. And even though his hair was up in a quiff I could see that his hair was curly, and by the light over that fucking door that hit me, I could see his sparkling green eyes.

"Aren't you Ha..." I said before he placed his hand in front of my mouth.

"Please don't scream my name, I'll give you an autograph." He whispered as I pushed his hand away.

"I don't want your stupid autograph." I spat  as I stood up.

"Man, I've must have hit her very hard." He furrowed his eyebrows talking to someone behind me.

I turned around facing a blonde, blue eyed guy, who I guess is Niall Horan by Rosie's explanation.

Suddenly we heard some screaming fans, and the screams got louder.

"Quick! In the tourbus." Harry commanded as Niall ran inside, I was about to walk away before Harry grabbed my arm dragging me inside the tourbus.

As I stepped inside I pulled my arm away from Harry and looked up. Woah, it's like a house inside a bus! 

At the couch the rest of the boys were sitting and their eyes landed on me.

"Who's she." A black haired guy with snapback which I guess is Zayn Malik, asked.

"The one I slammed the door at.." Harry coughed scratching his neck as he walked over to the other boys.

"Does she have a name?" Zayn asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Juliet." I said short.

"Juliet...?" Harry asked waiting for me to say my full name.

"Juliet Brooks." I continued.

"Can someone tell me why I'm here?" I asked still having my hand on my forehead.

"To not tell the other girls that we were sneaking out the backside." Another short guy with alot of tattoos said. Louis Tomlinson if I'm right.

"And why would I tell them?" I asked again as Harry walked over to me.

"I hit her pretty bad, think she has forgotten that she was a fan." Harry claimed walking me over to the couch.

I sat down, "I'm not a fan, and I never was." I spoke rolling my eyes.

To be cute he was pretty dumb. 

"Harry, not every girl on this planet has to like us." The last guy told Harry, who I think is Liam 'cause he's the only one left.

"Oh.." Harry chuckled sitting down next to Louis.

"Can you please let me off?" I asked but they shook their heads.

"If we stop the bus the fans will get us." Niall told me drinking from his water bottle.

"Great." I rolled my eyes.

"So..." Louis started breaking out from the awkward moment, "What do you think of the concert?" He smirked leaning back.

"I wasn't there, I was in the car waiting for my older sister to come back from the concert." I claimed as he sighed.

"She's a fan?" Liam asked placing his legs on the table.

"Crazy about you." I replied crossing my legs.

"Why aren't you?" Niall asked placing down the water bottle.

"I don't like any celebrities. They're all so ego with their money spending it on junk like..." I paused thinking before I continued, "A talking mirror." I glanced at Louis who formed his lips into an 'O'

"How did you know that if you're not a fan?" Harry chuckled.

"My sister told me of course." I spoke cocking an eyebrow.

Suddenly a huge man in black comes up to us, "Guys, there's hundreds of paparazzi outside your summerhouse." He informed as the guys frowned.

"What's the big deal?" I asked as they all glanced at me.

"We were supposed to stay at that house for the next two weeks, no one knew that we were staying there." Harry sighed.

"Oh.." I whispered not actually care.

"Hey, Juliet," Niall started, "You think we can stay at your place?" He smirked as the boys looked at me with puppy eyes.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "Nooo, no, not possible."

"Please? You'll get money?" Liam suggested as I rolled my eyes.

"Stop doing that!" I shouted as they looked at me confused.

"What?" Louis chuckled licking his lips.

"Stop expecting you can get anything by money." I complained as they giggled.

"But that's how it works." Harry smirked.

"Not on me." I claimed.

"But, come on." Louis begged.

"You think no one will notice you in this huge motherfucker?" I smirked as I heard Liam cough, "Don't swear." 

I just rolled my eyes at him.

"We'll take a cab!" Niall suggested as the boys agreed.

I sighed before saying, "Alright, but I'm home alone in one week and after that you have to go back to your 'summerhouse'."

"What about your sister?" Harry asked.

"She's always sleeping at her bestfriend's place." I claimed.

Fuck, this week is going to be a loooong week. The tourbus stopped as we all got out to find us a cab...

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