Baby Doll | Niall

CHAPTER 1: They call me 'Baby Doll'

They call me 'Baby Doll'.

Because that's what I am.

I'm Baby Doll.

Ok ok, let me explain. My parents are rich and kind of famous too. My dad's a big businessman and my mum is one of those 'Barbie Dolls'. Make-up and plastic surgery cover her face and mine, designer brands cover her body and mine. She's pretty and plastic and so am I. The only thing my mother ever wanted was a daughter that was as pretty as her (not that it mattered anyway), a daughter she could dress up and put into beauty pageants. Guess who the lucky child was? Yep me. I suppose it's every girls dream to be rich and beautiful and have boys fall at your feet but not mine.

Nope, I've always wanted to be different to my parents, have a quiet normal life, eventually fall in love and settle down. None of this 'celebrity' crap.

A lot of the time my parents want me to have a boyfriend and become an 'item' but every boy mum finds for me is just some pretty boy with a good body and a hollow head. Alright alright, some didn't have completely hollow heads, there was sawdust in there instead.

At the moment I'm travelling to California, there's some beauty pageant that of course my mum entered me in. Yay! (Sarcasm) It bores me, immensely. All I do is walk out in some 'cute' outfit mum picked out, perform some sort of 'act' for the judges and and wait for them to pick a winner. It's usually me so I don't get excited anymore but of course I have to pretend I am.

First class was the only thing I ever liked about travelling around. Lots of food and comfortable seats. Now this is the life! I order green grapes and water. What? Come in, a girls gotta help her shape doesn't she? Don't judge me.

Anyway back to my name, it isn't actually 'Baby Doll' it's really Katy; Katy Aurora Jane Williams. My parents are Anna Maria and Benji Joseph Williams. When they were younger they were known as 'Ken and Barbie', they entered couple pageants and most often won. So me being their daughter I was labelled as 'Baby Doll' by the media just like they were.

The worst part is I've always got them following me around, hiding in gardens and trying to sneak in an interview. I know what you're thinking, 'she does pageants, she can't be that famous', that's what I used to think but I was terribly wrong. The media seem to like plastic and fake people around so they can intrude on their lives for a scrappy article that old women find interesting.

We land after about a half hour and we stumble into a limo, that's right not a cab, a limo. Yeh, this will help me keep a low profile won't it? Our hotel was some distance away, I'm not sure how long it took because I blasted the All-American Rejects 'Mona Lisa' and The Pretty Reckless 'Miss Nothing'. Music was my only escape from my life, it was beautiful and calming and my one and only love.

The hotel we were staying in was only about 3 stories high but was apparently very exclusive and fancy. Our room was on the top floor, like always I got my own room and was able to spread out in comfort. 10 minutes had gone by and my mother popped into my room unexpectedly.

"How about you go swimming in one of those nice new bikini's"

"Mum, does this have anything to do with the boys downstairs?"

"I just think you need to mingle a bit more"

"But I don't want to, boys are yucky!"

"For me?" She pulled one of her puppy dog faces that no one could ever ignore.

"Fine" she smiled and shut the door. I pulled out my rich blood red bikini and got changes into it.

The pool was actually surprisingly busy for a private place. Mainly boys. Oh joy. Can't you just sense the excitement in my voice? The boys stared and the girls looked on in jealousy. I have serious self-esteem issues for someone like me. I lay down on one of the lounging chairs by the pool and pulled out my phone.

For someone famous I didn't have a lot of contacts in my phone. There were about five.

Mama Bear (mum)

Papa Bear (dad)

Grandparents

Aunt Holly

Ok so that's only four, I'm sorry I apologise. Is it accepted? Good. Moving around a lot didn't give me much time to make friends so my Facebook newsfeed wasn't very full but every time I updated my status, I'd get thousands of likes and comments and the retweets on twitter are just insane sometimes.

A group of boys played around in the pool, splashing each other and just having fun. I wish I got to do that. One of them spotted me looking at them so I quickly looked away. He smirked and started to walk over, my heart began to pound in my chest so hard I'm sure he could see it.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm Harry" he said.

"Hi" was all I could manage. His wet dark brown curls stuck to the edges of his face and his emerald green eyes shone in the sunlight. He had tattoos on his chest and arms, they intrigued me very much.

"What's your name?" I went to respond but he cut me off "wait aren't you 'Baby Doll'?"

"Yeh" my heart sunk, no chance I can date this one now, he knows who I am. Is there anyone who doesn't know who I am?

"You're just as pretty as they say" he winked. I blushed, I always blush.

"Umm, thanks" my cheeks were now as rosie as one of those china dolls.

"So, can I have your number then?" He smirked again, I have to admit he was cute but one of his friends that was hiding at the edge of the pool while his other friends watched intently caught my eye. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He wasn't ripped with muscles or covered in tattoos and piercings, he was normal which was surprisingly attractive.

"No" Harry's face fell "but your friend can"

I got up and walked over to the other end of the pool where his friend was sitting. I sat on the edge, he saw me but looked away, sliding into the pool I decided to make the first move.

"Hey" I smiled; genuinely. Which is a first for a while.

"Um hi" he mumbled back.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. Please please please don't let him know who I am.

Alright well that's it for the first chapter of 'Baby Doll'. Thank you for reading let me know in the comments below what you think of my new Fan-Fic. Love you all =^-^=