This Just In (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 1: I sure hope he doesn't kill me

Chapter 1: I sure hope he doesn't kill me

*Maddy's POV*

I walked down the chilly streets of London, my Mom's handheld camera gripped tightly in my hands. I could hear the loud music coming from the club I was heading towards. I wasn't going there for fun, though. I was on a mission.

My mum is what you could call a member of the hated clan called Paparazzi. Being her daughter, I inherited her sneaky ways. Don't get me wrong. I hate my mum's job. People at school mock me, and insult my family. However, that doesn't stop me from helping my mum out when I am desperately in need of some new shoes.

"Maddy, you know where you're going, correct?" Mum had said before I wandered into the night.

"To the club downtown. I'm going to look for the curly haired boy-"

"Harry Styles." She interrupted.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes...I know...Harry Styles. Then I'll wait until he does something embarrassing, and snap a picture."

"That's my girl." Mum cooed, caressing my cheek, "I know for sure he'll be there, so just wait until you spot him."

I nodded, and left in a hurry. I could already feel the fifty pounds I would be given when I succeeded.

I got to the night club, and flashed my VIP pass my mum had given me. I was allowed in without question. I made my way around all the grinding couples, and sat at the bar. I ordered a kiddy cocktail, because I am not allowed to drink on the job. My mum must be the only parent ever to trust her 18 year old daughter to go to a bar alone and not drink.

My eyes scanned the people in the club. Laughter, and shouting, and horrible karaoke buzzed in my ears.

Suddenly I spotted a mass of dark curly hair making its way off the dance floor. My heart fluttered in anticipation, as I switched on the camera that I still held. I abandoned my drink, and stalked the hair I still saw. The people around me lessened, and I saw it was him- Harry Styles.

Let me get something straight. I DO NOT LIKE ONE DIRECTION. In my opinion, they are a bunch of stuck up, snotty, fake boys. They use their fame to get money and girls. I've got pretty good proof of that from the toothpick sized blonde that is practically hanging off this guy's shoulder right now.

I smile evilly and snap a picture. I see Harry and the girl walking to the corner of the club, and I pretend to watch the drunk lady who is singing on the small stage set up.

I take another quick picture to find both of them practically sucking each other's faces off. Mum is going to love this.

I want to get a closer shot, so I hug the wall as I move in. I finally have the perfect view. It's not like they would notice me, so I raise the camera and click the button on top.

That's when I realize my mistake. I forgot to turn the flash off.

A big white flash illuminates Harry and the girl. I watch in horror as they both freeze. Harry slowly turns around with a menacing look on his face. His green eyes find mine, and his gaze drops to the camera I'm still holding. He mutters something to the girl, and makes his was towards me.