Faking Famous (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2 - Angels and Escapes

Song: Change my mind - One Direction // Random fact: Ed Sheeran helps me write :)

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i payed the angry-looking taxi driver and followed the stone path leading to my dad's house, my parents are divorced, so i've got two houses. the front door opens and i step inside locking it. Dad's not home, thats a good thing. My dad is the type of parent that travels alot due to his job, but when i'm home he always wants me too spend quality time with him or some shit like that. This rule of his is so fucking stupid. I'm a teenager, i need to party hard and come back at dawn, drink my head out and have a great time. that's basically all i do.

i ran up the stares and entered my room going to the brown leather couch on the corner overlooking the house's well-kept garden. i can't believe i've met Harry tonight, and we fucking danced. like,really close. he was also a gentlemen, offering his Limo driver to take me home. it was all to good to be true. i snapped back to reality as something vibrated under me. what the fuck. i realized it was my phone and i reached out for it. two new text messages the screen flashed

hey love, i hope you got home alright. good night :) x H

I smiled back at the screen seeing the cuteness of his text. he remembered to actually checking if i was ok. My fangirl instincts popped up and i had the urge to post that text message to tumblr, but i contained myself. Harry would think that i was a stupid stalking fan and my lame im a model c. XWb. B ssexcuse would to to the trash along with our possible realtionship. Damn this is gonna be hard.

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Song: The A Team - Ed Sheeran // Dedicated to Lali because she introduced Ed Sheeran to me and we have the same taste in music like Kendall. ill love you forever Lals <3

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I woke up to the faint sunlight on my window masked by the white curtains of my room. I always felt so peaceful and serene watching the sun while laying down on my duvet and sipping coffee, it's one of my favorite things too do in the whole world.

i got up from my king-sized bed and walked out of my room going downstaires, not even caring about the fact that i was still on my pijamas. The odd thing is that i Don't feel hungover from yesterday, although i sure did take some shots. i wonder where my sister Melanie is, she is a early-bird, always making breakfast and waking up before me.

i walked to the coffee machine on the corner of the kitchen's marble counter and poured myself a cup. i'm not a breakfast person but i surely appreciate fancy meals when i wake up, which is not the case today. i went to my room again, holding my superman mug. i picked from my closet a pair of dark skinny jeans, black Doc Martens, and a white tanktop, completed with my leather jacket. Ali says she don't understand me. she cant see how i like justin bieber and One Direction while i also listen to music like Florence + The Machine, Two Door Cinema Club and wear alternative clothes like she would say. i honestly think it's not wierd.

i grabbed my favorite turtleshell rayban and went out into the hot Californian Air. The day outside was sapphire blue and no clouds were on the sky. i unlocked my Mercedes and jumped on the conversible, a gift from Daddy for not beeing in my 16th birthday. It was pathetic the way that he tried to win my heart by giving me objects, although i'm not complaining about my car, i loved the gift. i wandered Through Los Angeles' roads with my radio blasting a new song i've never heard.

i pulled up in front of the studio, going to my father's spare parking space. Beeing the owner of the studio helped. That's why i'm so into Music, i growed up with it my whole life because my father was the Owner of Lancey Studios, a studio in LA that grew up alot during the past 3 years, and became internationally famous. i walked through the automatic doors, feeling the cold air hitting me in the face. My dad has forced me to work as an assistant on the Label over the summer.i should really write a book called The Perks Of Beeing The Daughter Of A Record Label Owner, seriously.

My father makes it so hard for me to like to be his Daughter. I moved in with him last year, when my mom went to Rehab for drugs. He supported me, yeah, but it was never enough. Dad also hid me from the world, he said that people would use me for my connections, and i would never have friends. Jeez thanks daddy for the warm welcome and all the '' be yourself" shit. So now i'm basically a normal person with a famous dad who nobody knows is my relative. My life is so fun. But one thing happend that my dad was not expecting. Ali. Ali came to me on my first day of school, making that girl with the big headphones and wierd clothes realize she was now on the city of the stars, where every dream was possible. So Ali basically adopted me and made a extreme makeover, making me wear makeup, cool, designer clother and let my hair loose. i am now carefree, enjoying life to the fulest, and partying hard but with limits, i'm not that kind of girl.

i sat down at the table i'm suposed to work on and opened tumblr on my macbook. i scrolled down aimlessly, my mind wandering over to last night, like it did a million times today. i Suddenly see a GIF on the boys smiling and laughing their asses off. they are so cute i wanna die. okay fangirl feelings blasting. i started humming I Would while i checked the stuff i needed to do today.

"Boo Bear, Zayn is annoying me." what the. "Make him Stop"

"Zayn, let my lover boy alone or i'll curse you!" Oh my god. that was definately Harry. what the Hell are they doing here? they are signed to columbia records last time i checked.

"No way Harry Potter" these guys are so random. As the voices got near i hid under the table hoping they wouldn't see me. i'm supposed to be a model, not a Fucking receptionist!

" Guys i think we're on the wrong place... let's go find someone to show us around the studio." That was Paul. the voices faded away again.

i got up and ran into the recording studio. when i thought it was safe, i came out of my hidding place and creeped along the corridor i first came through. i ducked behind the table of the studio's receptionist while she gave me a wierd look .i looked out again, there was no sign of them. i did a "keep quiet" sign to Molly, the receptionist, and she nodded smilling. i'm feeling like a bloody spy. i got up and quickly crossed the room towards the exit, but not before meeting with Emerald-green eyes on the oposite way from where i came from looking at me in a confused way.