Stole My Heart ( Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

" Beautiful Pey beautiful." Phil yelled. " Dance around some more, look like you're having the time of your life."

My best friend Caitlyn turned on some music and started making weird faces behind Phil. I couldn't help but laugh.

" Good. Now, go get changed into your next outfit, and break out of that little shell of yours." Phil smiled and left me to get changed.

" Girl you looked smokin'." Cait told me, licking her finger and touching my skin. " Ow."

" I hate you so much."

" No you don't, you love me." She said in a sing song voice.

" Hey Peyton, your clothes are on the rack in your dressing room." My stylist Lea had her head peeking around the door.

I nodded.

" Scram Cait." I told her shaking my hands. " I gotta change."

Cait rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.

I grabbed the outfit off of the hanger. It was a really cute outfit if I do say so myself. It was a navy blue and white striped crop top, red denim shorts, and nude heels.

" Knock knock." My makeup stylist Kris said coming into the room.

I smiled and sat down in the chair, knowing that it was time for her to fix my makeup.

I walked back on set and we started again.

*** After Shoot***

" Want to hit up starbucks on the way home?" Cait asked me.

" Duh."

My phone starting ringing when we walked out of the building.

" Hello?" I answered, then put my phone in between my shoulder and ear and opened the door to Cait's car.

" Hi Peyton. " It was my manger Liv. "So I'd like you to meet me at my office today at 4 to discuss your album."

" Okay. Can Cait come?" I asked.

" Yeah sure. You know she's always welcome." I could hear her fumbling with some papers.

" K cool. See you then." I hung up and put my phone on my lap.

" Who was that?" Cait asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

" Liv. I have a meeting at 4 if you want to come."

" Sure. We can go to dinner after." I nodded my head.

Cait pulled into the starbucks drive thru and we ordered our drinks.

" That'll be $8.43." The barista told us.

I pulled out a $10 bill from my wallet and handed it to the lady.

We grabbed our drinks and drove home.

" I'm gonna go make myself look presentable." I laughed standing up off the couch.

" Look presentable? Do you see yourself?" She motioned up and down my outfit.

I looked down and saw that i didn't look that bad. " But I'm going to see my manager and who knows who else will be there. I'm going to at least put on a different outfit."

" Fine fine." Cait put her hands up. " I guess I'll change too."

We both walked into our room and went in to our closets. Hmm do I want business casual? Or casual yet cute. Yep, casual.

I picked a light denim button up blouse, mint green skinny's, gold sandals and a mint green necklace. My hair was still loosely curled from the photo shoot and my makeup was the same.

" Hey you ready?" Cait asked?

I nodded my head and we left the apartment.

" Hello, Peyton, hi Caitlyn." My manager Liv smiled at us.

We said our hellos and got down to business.

" So, I want you to write and record 8 songs for your first album." I nodded my head as she was talking. " If all goes well, you should be finished in 2 months and your album is going to be released May 14."

My mouth dropped and I was shocked. " I only get 2 months to write 8 songs AND record them?" I asked, still not believing what I just heard.

" Yes. C'mon Peyton, It's not gonna be that hard. Now, I want you to record a song with One Direction too." Yet again, my jaw dropped. One Direction. I'm going to be recording a song with One Direction.

" One Direction? Are you serious?" I asked with disbelief in my voice.

" Yes Peyton. Is there a problem with that?" She asked, squinting her eyes in confusion.

" No Liv. I'm just excited, that's all." I told her smiling.

" Good. Now, get to writing. I'll text you when I want you to come in and record the song with them." I nodded my head and Cait and I walked out of the building.

" Can you believe it! You're recording a song with THE One Direction!" Cait squealed.

" I know! I'm so nervous though. What if they don't like my voice, or they hate the song I wrote... Oh my god Cait what if-" I got cut off.

" Pey stop worrying. Your voice is perfect and I know the song will be great. You have nothing to worry about." She said, resting her hand on my shoulder.

I hope not...