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

London

"WE'RE GOING TO LONDON BABY,"

Rachel sang as she skipped down the stairs. She had a fitted leather jacket on, with a tight dark blue crop top and long black jeans. I on the other hand, was laying on the couch in the living room, in my plaid pajama bottoms and tank top with my stringy, long brown hair was in a messy bun on the top of my head. We were supposed to go to England today for my UK tour which started in a month. We were leaving a little early so we could get settled in that country and sightsee a bit. "Dakota, get up and get dressed! Pack your bags too our flight leaves in three hours" .three.hours.

"Rachel! When were you going to tell me this!?" I shouted, running up the stairs. When I got up to my room, I grabbed my tour suitcase and messily stuffed almost all of my clothes into it. I shoved all my makeup, toiletries and any other thing I would need into the suitcase. It wouldn't zip up so I did the classic sit on the suitcase & hope that magically there will be more space which didn't work so well. I finally jammed everything I needed into that tiny suitcase and started to get myself ready. I stripped down and walked into my closet, trying to find something to wear. I grabbed some jeggings and a tight white tube top. I was just going on a plane, I didn't need to look amazing. I brushed my hair out as it loosly hung down my back. I swung it over my shoulder and made a side braid. Once I applied some light makeup, I glanced at the clock. One hour to spare. It took about half and hour to get to the airport so I figured we should head out. I pulled on my gray uggs, and skipped down the stairs. "Rachellllll, lets goooo" I called out. We grabbed our bags and headed out the door.

"Passengers please buckle in your seatbelts and do not use your cellular devices until we have taken off, thank you and enjoy your flight!" the flight attendant said calmy. She told us not to use our cell phones until we are up in the air but, yolo. I plugged in my headphones and turned on my music. "Take me Dancing by The Maine" came and I closed my eyes hoping to sleep through the flight.

"Dakota" I felt Rachel's cold hand on my shoulder shaking me out of my dreamless sleep."What do you know want" I croaked out. "We've arrived" she stated. I groaned loudly. The jetlag hit me right there and then. Once we got off the plane, Rachel grinned evily which made me quite concerned. She led us out the airport and into a taxi. "Where are we headed?" I asked innocently. "You'll see" She smirked. Classic Rachel with things always up her sleeve.

We arrived in front of a tall building on the streets of north London. Rachel walked into the building and we walked to the front desk. A dainty woman sat dressed in all black sat at the desk. I felt very unsure and uncomfortable. "We're here to see Simon" Rachel smirked. The lady grinned and responded "Take the elevator to the 5th floor, first door on the left" I followed Rachel into the elevator in silence. "Rachel, where are we going?" I asked irritated. All she said was "shhhh" and took out my braid. She fluffed my hair and said "You are quite the stunner, Dakota. Don't worry." I have never been more confused in my life...

When we reached the room on the fifth floor, Rachel took a deep breath and opened the door. Ohmygod Simon Cowell was stnding right in front of us. "Rachel nice to see to you again" he walked over and hugged her. "Simon, this is Dakota. Dakota this is Simon" I grinned and shook his hand. There was an awkward silence in the air so Rachel piped up and said, "Is he here?" "Harry, come in here!" He called. My heart skipped a beat. I could hear his faint footsteps coming closer to the room and the doornob slowly turned. Why was I so nervous? I heard a cough and looked up from the ground. Damn his eyes. Damn his hair. He's smiling. ohmygod dimples. What's going on with me?

Shit, here we go again