That girl has a secret

"That girl has a secret, and I'm determined to find out what it is"

Frankie Lukes, your average girl right? Haha not even close. Frankie is secretly famous popstar, Courtney Reed. Courtney was hired for the one and only Harry Styles. She thinks feelings arise. At first Harry feels the same, but he is just doing this for management. Man had she been fooled. But what if one member of the band really falls for her but she's stuck with Styles for another year until the contract runs out. Will Modest come between true love, or will Harry end up falling for his handle bar?


11. Chapter 10: She's a little runaway

Frankie POV:

My class ends as I rush out of class. I run to my moms car and hop in. "Hi sweetie, how was your day?" Mom asks. "Perfect" I say with a smile. "That's to ba- What?" She asks startled. "I stood up to the rude girl in school and I got some girls numbers! I made friend for once" I say happily. "How long will they last" My mom says under her breath. I glare and her then say. "Mom, are you serious? I just got a shot of making friends an your practically saying I can't keep them?" "No, I didn't mean it like that" She says trying to be sincere. I roll my eyes and avoid eye contact. We soon pull junto my driveway. I run up to my room and slam my door. I sit down and turn on my music to calm me down.

I'm hungry... Darn. I stand up and walk to the stairs and overhear my mom talking to my dad. "I'm glad she made friends" My dad said. "I don't think she can keep them. Nobody will want to be" My eyes start to water as I scream "I hate you, you Bitch" I slam my door harder then before and squish a bunch of clothes in a duffle bag . I put my Courtney things in a book bag and open my window. I hate this bitch. I'm not staying here. I'll find somewhere. I crawl out on my roof and go to the edge. I was right, she only cares about the Courtney side of me, the one that's giving her money. I throw my things into a bush below and I hop down. I pick up the backpack and put in on my back. I put the duffle bag strap in my shoulder and walk down the street. "Where am I going?" I say to the air. Air is the only thing that will listen to the Frankie in me. I sit down on the ground and crawl into a ball. I cry into my knees as headlights pass by me without care. I cry too much.

I hear a car pull up next to me and the door open and close. "Are you okay?" An Irish voice says. I remember him! It's Niall from Harrs party. I ignore him as he says. "What's your name?" "Frankie" I say inbetween crys. "What's wrong?" He asks pulling my up on my feet and pulling me into his chest. Once again I don't reply. "Where are you living?" He asks. "Nowhere" I say. "Let's go" He says putting me in the passenger side of the car. I put my phone down inbetween us as I continue to cry. My phone buzzes as I see Niall glare at it. "Eleanor Calder? You know her" He asks. The text must have been from her. "Yeah" I sigh. "I'll take you to her. I would take you to my place but it'd be weird for you because my mate Harry is there" He says and I smirk alittle. "Okay" I say wiping my tears. Crying makes my head hurt. We pull into a lot and we both get out. I make sure I have both my bags and I walk in with Niall. Niall wraps his arm around my shoulder for support. I smile thankfully at him. He takes me in the elevator and he presses the 5th button. "Are we going to El's room?" I ask confused. "Yeah" He says looking at his feet. The elevator door opens and we walk out. He knocks on a door near the elevator. El's head pops out and Niall and her start talking but I can't hear them. "Come on Frankie" El winks. I walk to the door them turn to Niall. "Thank you" I say smiling. He hugs me and I decide to hug back. El pulls me in her room and says "Talk" I think she means about why I was on the side of the street. Id want to know too. "My mom" I say. "Kicked you out?" She asks. I shake my head. "You ran away" And I nod. "Why?" She asks. Here we go again.


"Lets get your mind off it!" El says brightly. "How?" I ask. "Let's go to the club" She says clapping at her idea. I grin and say "I didn't pack that kind of clothes." I say. She opens her closet and it's full of dresses. "I'll pick you one!" She says digging through the clothes. She pulls out a red and black, strapless dress. "Where's the sides?" I ask. There was no dress under my armpit until my lower ribs. "Just put it on" She says. I slide on the dress, it took much effort. "It's alittle tight" I say. "It's supposed to be like that. I groan as she walks to get herself a dress.

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