Another World (A One Direction/Percy Jackson Fan-Fiction)

Hello, my loves! Welcome to my new story! I really look forward to writing this one, and I hope you like it! I just want to say a quick thanks to Rick Riordan for changing my life with the PJ and HoO series. They are truly amazing, and i am anxiously awaiting the next book. Okay, quick reminder that i do not, in fact, own Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, One Direction, or any other real life characters you might meet in this story. i will have original characters, whom are NOT allowed to be used without my permission. This is my story, and I would prefer to keep it that way, so don't steal ;) We good? Yeah? okay.

On With Ze Story!

Harry's Point of View

I never thought this would happen. I thought I was just a normal guy. Well, as normal as a pop star can get. But I thought I was normal.

I thought I was completely human.

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My heart pounded against my chest as I ran down the streets of New York, trying to outrun the screaming teenage girls behind me.

Don't get me wrong, I love my fans. They got me where I was today, and I'm extremely grateful. It's just sometimes they don't get that I'm only a 20-year-old boy that's just living his dream.

Times like now.

I finally outran them, but I was lost. I searched the park I had ended up at, looking for anyone who could give me directions. I finally spotted somebody, and boy, did I likewhat I saw.

Her blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. She was sitting on a park bench, nose in a book I didn't recognize. She wore a denim jacket over an orange t-shirt, along with jeans and hiking boots.

And she was hot.

I walked over slowly, so as not to seem too eager. I sat beside her, causing her to instantly tense. Her stormy grey eyes tore away from the book and met mine. She looked me up and down, but it didn't feel like she was mentally stripping me like some girls. It felt like she was sizing me up, almost like she was waiting for me to attack her.

"I'm not interested." When she finally spoke, her voice was bored, and her eyes were already on her book again.

"Are you sure?" I sounded cocky, I knew. But I wasn't giving up on this girl. She was different, and I wanted a piece of whatever she had.

She rolled her eyes, but put down her book. She turned towards me, crossing her arms over her chest. "I am sure, thank you. And if you could leave, that'd be great."