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?

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10. Chapter 9: Take a stand

Courtney POV:

I wake up to see the camera still on with 143 views. Harry's arm was wrapped around me on my waist. I put a pillow in my spot and climb towards the camera. "Did Harry leave this on?" I ask. Comments come flowing in saying he left it on for us. I smile and walk into the kitchen. I'm not hungry, just wondering. I hear rustling in the other room. Harry must be awake. If I leave this makeup on my face will turn red. "I need to go" I sigh. "Please don't go yet?" He asks. "Wait, what's today?" I ask nervously. "Monday?" He says confused. "Shit, I got school" I say. College life:/ I might drop out this year because I have a major tour starting up.

"I have to go" I say running to grab my phone an bag. "I'll drive you home" Harry says running out to his car. I follow behind as we pull out quickly. He drives fast down to my house. He pulls into my driveway and kisses me quickly. "Bye Harry" I say shutting the door behind me. I run in the house avoiding my mom. She's still mad I bet. I take off most my makeup and take off my wig. I put my glasses back on and comb my hair quickly. I put on a yoga pants and a neon shirt. I need a ride. Crap. Not Harry, Not mom, Crapppp. Guess who's walking? Me. I run in the direction of my school. I'm so glad I did track in school. The bad part is, my schools a while away. I run quickly, knowing people are watching me. I feel sweat pouring down my face but I don't care. I see the school and run faster. I walk through the doors and notice people looking at me more. I go into the bathroom and wipe my sweat off. I walk out and I can feel the glares if others. I notice Ron in the corner with his friend. I walk up happily.

"Hey Ron!" I say smiling. His friend and him glare at me. What'd I do? "Ron?" I ask. "Who are you?" He asks. "Ron shut up." I say rolling my eyes. He glares at me angrily once more. "Who are you Frankie? When I knew you you were sweet and innocent. You hated the idea of dating and never dressed nice. You had me and only me. Now you have 10 other people and are making out on the ground? What happened to you?" He says walking away. "Ron, it's not like that!" I yell after him. I slip down the wall crying.

"Awe, Is little Frankie sad?" The popular girl, Allison, asks. I look up and her friends and her are snickering. "Leave me alone" I say through gritted teeth. "She talks!" Allison says sarcastically. "Yes I do talk. Want to hear more? I'm sick and tired of you guys giving me crap every single day. You've made my life a living hell and my bestfriend hate me now. So congrats! I hate myself because of you, your goal came true will you leave me alone now? Were in college and you still act like your two. Next time you want to make fun of me, think about who the true immature one is" I say bravely. Everyone's silent and I sit back down hiding my face in fear that they will laugh at me. I hear a slow clap soon to be followed by everyone else. I look up and everyone's cheering besides Allison. Allison is crying and runs to the bathroom. I smile a real smile. It's the first time I can do that at school. I stand up and all eyes are on me. The clapping continues and I grab my supplies and walk away still smiling.

I go to class and everyone is congradulating me. This feels amazing, I like not being hated. I could get used to this...

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