Curly And The Quiffs {Harry Styles FanFic}

Desire was just your normal teen pop star with a huge attitude and living the dream. But when she meets a boy with curly which attract nearly everything with a good sense in well... Anything that breaths, will she screw up her life completely. Will dark secrets come out to play?


1. The Beginning

So this is just a random book for fun. Don't judge and if you like it let me know and tell your friends. It's probably crap but who really cares?

"Lets see, what to do, what to do?" I said to myself, walking into the kitchen of my flat and looking at my full calendar. I moaned as I saw it was completely full. In about thirty minutes I was having a jam sesh with Ed, which I always loved. But I really just wanted to sleep. After that I had a recording meeting, then the actual recording, then I had a signing at the local music shop, then last but least a interview on the 'Chatty Man' show. "Paula!" I yelled out to my personal assistant.

Paula was about 30, and her daughter was a huge fan of mine. Paula did things like clean my flat, make my food, basically she was like a nanny. And now I know what your thinking.

A nanny at the age of 17?

Well she was also my personal assistant, organised everything. From my signing this arvo and my record deals. She's like the mum I never had. She was my... My... Manager.

"Yes love," she smiled, walking in the room. Smiling she looked up from her note pad and her face fell. "Your not dressed!" She's pointed out, looking unimpressed.

"Sorry, I was just bout to talk to you about that," I smiled, feeling lazy. I could dress myself, but shower and pic an outfit in twenty minutes? Impossible.

"I'll get something for you while you shower," she said, shoving my towards the bathroom.

"Ma'am yes ma'am!" I said, saluting her. She laughed and ran off to my room while I walked the rest of the way to the bathroom.

Turning on the warm shower, I took a really quick five minute shower, and wrapped my brown hair in a towel. Putting on some simple red lipstick, I ran to my room, slipping on the floorboards when I got in.

"Are you ok?" Paula said, rushing over to me.

"I'm alright," I said, pushing myself up. I examined the outfit that Paula had neatly set out on my bed and smiled at her keen fashion sense. She left the room, leaving me to get dressed. I put on the blue short top first, then slid on the denim short overalls. Hastily putting on the sneakers I grabbed my backpack and ran out front of my flat to Paula's car. I jumped in and slid to the seat next to Alasia, Paula's daughter who was 12. Snapping on the blue ring and bow earrings, Paula turned to see her wonderful creation.

"Lovely," she smiled, pulling out from the driveway. I slipped the multiple bracelets and beanie over my curly hair.

Turning to Alasia, I said, "what's planned today?"

If you didn't know who I am, the names Desire. Desire Philips. The one, and only, not to sound egotistic. Age 17, small and skinny with long, brown curly hair and green eyes. Singer/songwriter but still wanted to be a kid.

Yup, that's me.

But most people call me Dezzie.

"Well, after this you have a meeting, some recording, then an interview," the 12 year old smartly said. She was so her mothers daughter, dressed in a pink top with a Peter Pan collar and pink jeans. Her small pink heels made her nearly as tall as me, but I didn't mind.

"In other words, from here on boring?" I moaned.

"It would be, except for the fact that the interview is with ONE DIRECTION!" She squealed out, and began to let out a series of girly shrills.

"Seriously, One Direction?" I teased her.

"What! Those boys are dishy! Even you have to admit it!" She said, sounding offended.

"Well they are pretty fit lads," I mumbled, earning a smile from her.

"Righteyo, come on Dezzie, get out!" Paula yelled, looking at me.

"Fine mum," I mumbled.

"What was that?" Paula asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing the most amazing manager in the world," I smiled, running from th door to the lobby of the hotel.

A few minutes earlier I got a text from Ed telling me to wait in the lobby of the snazzy hotel he was staying at while he got something and that he would meet me here. So I did so.

Five minutes later he arrived down the stairs with five boys in tow behind him.

"Eddie!" I squealed, running up and giving him a hug.

"Ditzy, you made it!" He said, laughing into my shoulders. I smiled and pulled back.

"Yea, wouldn't of missed seeing you for the world! But were short on time so lets get this shit on the way!" I exclaimed.

"Right, well I have some boys that I would like you to meet," he said, stepping back and presenting the other five boys.

"O.M.G. You are One Direction!" I said, faking a FanGirl. Which was pretty easy seeing as I was one once.

Shameful I know. I was obsessive.

Like beyond obsessive. Even though I would never admit it.

The boys all cringed in fear, and I laughed. "Don't worry," I managed, holding my hands up. "I'm not gonna crazy mob you or anything."

"Good," Harry, the one with the curly hair said as Liam released a sigh of relief.

"I'm Niall," blondie said, sending me a perfect grin.

I smiled back, saying, "ahh, a fellow Irish man. Nice to meet you." Laughing I began, "I'm-"

"Your Desire Philips," Liam said, shaking my hand. "Don't worry, I have your single Ours and I love it."

I smiled back, saying, "thanks." After I mumbled a small, "and here I was worrying about FanGirling..."

"I'm Louis, The Tommo, Tomlinson, and you have already met Hazza, my one and true love," he joked, and I laughed along with him.

"Zayn's the name, and I think we should go before we get mobbed," he said, pointing to the door where the door men were struggling to keep the fans out.

"Damn," I cursed, "knew I shouldn't of tweeted where I was going," I stomped my foot and clicked my fingers.

"You seriously did that?" Ed said, raising and eyebrow and looking disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but I am only 17," I dramatically said.

"That doesn't matter, you wanted to be famous," he reminded me.

"Guys, I think we should run now and fight later," Louis pointed out.

"Good idea," I curtly said, pointing at him.

"RUN!" Niall screamed out.

I began to run, but looked down at my outfit. The overalls were sure to un clip or rip along the way. I heard Liam sigh before he slung me over his shoulders and ran.

Just my luck too, the decided to take the stairs all the way up to the penthouse they were sharing. My hands hitting the stairs the whole way.

"Thank you," I said puffing as Liam dumped me down on the couch. Because being carried up twenty three million flights of stairs was so hard.

"Whatever," He said, waving it off.

"Hello," Harry said, sitting on the couch next to me.

"He'll try to chat you up," Zayn said warning me.

"Thanks for the heads up," I said, giving him a thumbs up.

"I think your safe, he usually goes for older women," Ed joked, making me laugh.

"Hey! Hazzas mine!" Louis joked. I laughed even harder and fell of the couch.

I was liking theses boys already.

"Anyways, Desire what were you thinking!" Ed scolded me.

"Hey, we were gonna leave that lobby sooner or later, my stupid decision just made it sooner. I was kinda thinking the sooner the better coz that lobby was beginning to become a bore," I joked and grabbed an apple from the near by fruit bowl. "Anyways are we gonna jam or what?"

"Whatever," Ed sighed, letting the matter go.

"Are you two, like, related or something?" Zayn asked.

"No, we just grew up together," I answered, tuning up my guitar.

"Lets order some food," Liam randomly said, picking up the phone and dialled in room service.

"Sounds like an ace plan!" I yelled out, smiling. "Preferably chocolate covered strawberry's!"

A/N: so as you can tell is about an Irish teen pop star with a attitude like every normal 17 year old. Tell me what you think!
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