Life Of A Bodyguard's Daughter. (One Direction/Harry Styles FanFiction)

Meeting One Direction.

Here is my new story guys, hope you like it! Just to make sure, Paul in real life doesn't have a 19 year old daughter. Also, I know Paul has a wife and her name isn't Lynne but I'm gonna make his wife my mum instead of his real wife!! So this is just for fanfiction purposes!! He does have a son already called Michael-John who will be in the story and his new born son called Paul (Junior) who will also be in the story, just to clear that up! Also, I don't know how old Paul, Paul Jr and Michael-John are so for this, I will make up ages and birthday's, sorry I did try to find out as much info as possible!! Also, none of the boys have girlfriends in this story!!! Hope you like it! (Italics are thoughts)

~Hannah's P.O.V~

"Yes I know you're in Dallas."

"Yes I got through airports security."

"Yes I am now in a taxi."

"Yes I'm fine STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!" God my dad was so annoying! I looked out the window at the surroundings, Dallas was such a cool place! It was around 10am on the 22nd July.

Ok so here is the story, basically my dad; Paul, is the bodyguard/tour manager for One Direction. I've only ever met them once before on their first tour and let's just say my dad wasn't keen on the idea. I had grown up a lot since then, got older, slightly taller, I got a lot of money because my dad gave me some, I dance on XFactor tours and I'm a model for shops like H&M, Topshop and New Look. I sometimes do interviews for Radio 1 but not often. So I'm doing quite good for myself! My mum, Lynne is English (Born - October 6th 1966 = 45) and is at home with my two baby brothers, Michael-John who is 4 (March 15th 2009) and newborn Paul Jr (May 3rd 2013) who is coming up to 4 months old. He had a rough start in life and had to stay in hospital for a couple of weeks but he is doing perfect now.

My dad Paul is Irish (Born - April 15th 1967 = 46) so I'm half and half which I think is pretty cool!! I speak English but some words come out with an Irish accent which is funny when I'm talking to people! My parents met when my dad came over to England for University. They got married and had me when they were 27 and 26. We did move over to Ireland for a bit but then went back to live in London. My mother was the Head of Operations at my dad's security business but she left to look after the kids.

So yeah that is basically my life. I have just been on holiday with my best friends Sophie, Lauren and Eve in L.A and I'm going to be joining my dad on tour for the rest of the U.S tour and maybe some of the Australia part, I haven't decided about that yet! I was good friend with the families of the band so I was going to be staying in the ladies tour bus, with Lux, Lou, Caroline and Gemma who was currently with them to see her brother Harry.

"YES DAD I'M ALMOST AT THE ARENA, CALM DOWN!" The taxi was driving me to the American Airlines Centre in Dallas, Texas. I was going to meet my dad outside, take my stuff to the tour bus, dump it there and go with him into the arena. I would say that I'm quite famous, probably because I'm One Direction's tour manager's daughter and with what I've done for myself, dancing, modelling, interviewer, I'm famous ISH.

We pulled up outside the arena, I got out the car, paid the man, chucked my luggage out of his boot and without helping me, he drove off. "THANKS FOR HELPING ME WITH MY LUGGAGE! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU A TIP!!!" I shouted after the vehicle. I looked down at my luggage. I had 5 massive suitcases, a hand luggage suitcase and my handbag. The door was miles away, I saw the tour buses but I was stood in the middle of the car park surrounded by my luggage. I took my phone out and called my dad.

"Are you here yet?" I looked around.

"Yeah but the taxi just drove off so I'm stood in the middle of the car park with my luggage and I can't carry all of it!" Then a saw a figure in the distance appear from behind a tour bus. I didn't have my glasses on, so I couldn't see. It was hot though so I could see the heatwave. I looked at my iphone and the temperature in Dallas read 32 degrees! IT WAS ONLY 10:30! This was so much hotter than the UK, I loved the heat! I was wearing some dungarees; short ones, a black and white crop top, white flip flops, black sunglasses and a white and black bag. ((http://www.polyvore.com/summer/set?id=88190361)) I had my hair in a top knot because I hated my hair sticking to the back of neck. My dad came running over, hugged me, then helped me with my bags. "WAIT!" He turned around and looked at me, confused.