Becoming Famous *A Harry Styles fanfic*

Chapter 3 ~ Meeting Harry Styles

~ Alexis pov ~

I walked out of my bathroom with a towel around me. I walked into my room and grabbed my underwear and put them on. I put on a black strapless bra and walked to my closet. I threw on a pair of black ripped skinnies, a white tank top with 'Los Angeles' across it. I put on my converse. I plugged my wand in and let it heat up. I heard my phone ding. I grabbed my phone and saw a message from my friend Rachel. She lives in the states, in Texas. 'Hey, new number? Why? ~ Rachel xx'

'Hey, yeah. Moved in with my dad. He gave me his old iPhone That's in pretty good condition. ~Alexis xx'

'Ah, that's means you're in the states, yes? ~Rachel xx'

'Yes, in California. ~Alexis xx'

'Darn, will you be able to come to Texas? ~ Rachel xx'

'Not sure, have to ask my dad. ~Alexis xx'

I started curling my hair.

"Sweetie, we're leaving in 10 minutes!" My dad yelled from the hallway.

"Alright!" I yelled. When I finished my last curl I turned it off and unplugged it. I grabbed my phone, it's going to take some time getting used to this iPhone. I walked into my closet and grabbed a pair of headphones that were sitting on a shelf. I walked out of my room and downstairs waiting for my dad.

"Are you ready?" He asked coming out of nowhere.

"Yes." I said. We walked out and got into his car. I had put my headphones in and started listening to music. He started driving. Now I payed attention to when he was driving. There was a big gate that we drove through that shut right behind us. This will definitely take sometime to get used too. He drove off. I downloaded the Twitter app and signed up. Yeah, I never had a Twitter, sue me! I took a picture and put it as the prof pic. My favorite song by One Direction came on. I sang along with it.

If this room was burning

I wouldn't notice

'Cause you've been taking up my mind

With your little white lies, little white lies

You say It's getting late

It's getting late

And you don't know if you can stay

If you can stay

I stopped singing when I realized my dad was watching me. I paused my music and saw we were at the studio. I wrapped my headphones around my phone and stuck my phone in my pocket.

"You know, you're a really good Singer." He said as soon as we walked into the building.

"Uh thanks. Mum can sing, so I guess I got it from her." I said shrugging my shoulder like it was nothing. We walked into a studio room. I plopped down on the leather couch. "So, who are we meeting here exactly?" I asked.

"You'll see soon enough." He said sitting on the chair by the engineering board. He was going through paper work.

"No, Louis! Ugh shut up!" Was I all I heard before five boys wondered in here. I looked up and saw One Direction standing in front of me. "Uh, Simon. Who is this?" Harry asked. Dad spun around in his chair.

"Oh, lads. You made it, finally. Harry, this is my daughter Alexis. Alexis, this is Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn." My dad said. They nodded and waved. But Louis was the one who jumped on me and gave me a hug. I giggled and hugged back. I think me and him are going to get on well. He finally got off of me. "Okay, first things first. I don't care if you like her or date her, but one thing is this, you hurt her, you're dead. got it?"He asked mostly to Harry, Liam and Niall. They nodded. Harry kept staring at me.

"Daddy, I'm gonna go get something to drink. Do you lot want anything?" I asked.

"I do." Harry and my dad said. I nodded. "I'll go with you." Harry said. I nodded

"Dad, what would you like?" I asked.

"Coke." He said. I nodded and Harry and I walked out.

"How old are you?" Harry randomly asks.

"17." I said shyly. I'm not normally shy, but this is Harry freaking Styles!

"Nice, I really like your name, suits you." He said.

"Thanks." I said. He smiled. We got the drinks and walked back. I gave dad his drink and I sat on the couch with mine.

"Alright, lads. In the recording Booth." Dad said. All of them went in the booth.

"Dad, can I run down to the supply office and get something?" I asked. He nodded. I put my drink down and jogged down to the supply office and grabbed a notebook and a pen and jogged back an sat on the couch.