[DISCONTINUED] It Started as a Stunt ~a Harry Styles fanfiction

Just the Beginning

"My heart was breaking,

My hands were shaking,

From head to toe I could feel my body

trembling.

Time stops

Oh Time stops"

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I poured my heart and soul into the song that I was singing in front of my small crowd. My eyes were closed and I let the music take over my body as I heard my fans singing along. I smiled and opened my eyes to see only a few hundred on their feet moving to the music. I hadn't had many fans but I knew the fans that I did have, were very loyal. The fans I had, were the kind of kids that dared to be different, were hipsters, semi-nerds, the crazy-fun kids ya know? I loved my crazy,stupid fans. I never dreamed of being a huge popstar with millions of screaming teenagers that watched your every move. I wanted to be myself and be able to meet my small group of fans.... and I was living that life...I fell into a transe of thought as I stared out into the audience and felt that rush of adrenaline. It was an amazing feeling. It made me feel alive. My life was simple. I would occasionally run into some fans shopping or going out, but besides that, no paparazzi would follow me. You'd never see my face on a tabloid. I loved it just that way, it was perfect. I had the best of both worlds. Rachel my manager, would disagree. She says she wants huge things for me. I guess I'm learning to want that too.....

I snapped back into reality and grabbed the mic. "Thank you New York City! Love all of you, stay amazing" I winked to no one in particular. I skipped off stage and grabbed a bottle of water collapsing on the chair backstage. A puff of smoke wifted through the air as Rachel walked over in her old cut band-tee and studded high waisted shorts. Her straight short black hair came down to her shoulders and her cherry red lipstick was smeared on her plump lips. She placed a hand on my shoulder and said "good job tonight sweetie" I smiled up at her and sighed out of exhaustion. My manager was more like my sister/mom. When I wasn't on tour, I lived with her. If you didn't know, I ran away from my home when I turned 16. My dad was abusive and my mom was an alcoholic. My older brother had ran-away when he turned 18, leaving me to my mental parents. I'll never forgive him for leaving me alone at the age of 12. I was so young and vulnerable. As soon as I turned 13, I created a plan to get out of that horrible house. I saved up plenty of money working summer jobs until I turned 16. On my 16th birthday instead of having a fancy birthday party, I packed my bags and ran away from that old house in Baltimore, Maryland. I took trains and rode serval metros until I got to New York City. I ended up living on the streets for 6 months until one night when I was singing open mic at a cheap local bar. That's when Rachel happened to walk in, intending on getting a beer. She says as soon as she saw me, she knew I had talent. We sat down and she bought me a coke because I was underage. We talked for a bit and I told her my story. She said that maybe it was because she felt sorry for me or because maybe she was a little tipsy but she let me stay at her house for the time being. We ended up becoming extremely close and look where I am now.

"Dakota, Dakota," she snapped her fingers in front of my face "Sorry I zoned out. What did you say?" She laughed. "I was saying we need to talk about where your career is headed" she pulled up a chair and sat next to me. I groaned loudly "I need to go the bathroom" I stated. She grabbed my wrist and stopped me before I could get up. "Dakota, stop avoiding the subject" Rachel said in her laid back voice. "Your career is dropping faster than the Georgia Satellites' did" she blew her cigarette while the smoke filled the air around us. "Rachel I can't just snap my fingers and fill the venues in a minute" I snapped. "I know honey, that's why I have

a plan that will boost your career and give you millions of fans. Isn't that what you've always wanted?" I slowly nodded my head. "Have you ever heard of the british band One Direction" "Who hasn't? Their faces are on every single magazine and billboard around here" As soon as I said that a small grin appeared on her face. "Do you know their names?" She asked. Truthfully I didn't, but I knew one of them. "I know um Harry Styles" I said unsure. "Perfect, Perfect," she slyly laughed "Because you my friend, are going to be fake-dating Harry Edward Styles"