As I walked over to the boy with curly hair and dazzling green eyes, it hit me. That was Harry Styles my best friend from summer camp, who I had a crush on for 2 years. If you are wondering why would you got to a summer camp in Cheshire when lived in Dublin then you are in for a long story that I will shorten.
It all started when I was 12. My parents started to get more distant from me, and every break from school I would always get shipped off to my Aunt Sharon's house in Cheshire. So the first summer I was there I kept complaining that I was bored because I had no friends in Cheshire, so she found an over night summer camp for me for the next week, and I packed up without a word. Once I got there I was kind of nervous because I knew nobody when a boy about my age maybe a year older started running away from a girl that looked to be his sister. "I am sorry Gemma but please don't straighten my hair!" I laugh, but didn't notice the boy was running straight in my direction. Next thing I know the boy in on top of me and I am on the ground. Gemma I think was her name was laughing. The boy quickly stood up and the helped me up. He introduced himself "Sorry for running you over there love, I might have kind of called my sisters boy friend pretending to be another boyfriend implying that she cheated on him, so she tried to straighten my wonderful locks of hair so I ran and know we are here. Oh and by the way my name is Harry Styles." We quickly became friends and I might have had a crush on him for a few summers but I realized I only liked him as a friend.
Harry waved a hand in front of the bag covering my face. I quickly realized I zoned out and introduced myself trying to copy an American accent so he didn't know it was me. "Hi I am Glamour uncle Si said I would be recording or writing a song with you." Harry looked me up and down then to my surprise said "Grace I know it's you." I was dumbfounded. If he could see my face from the inside of the bag shock would be written all over it. "Grace I know for a fact you are not very good at lying so don't even try with me." I quickly hushed him by putting a finger over the bag where my mouth was to keep him quite about saying my name. "Harry don't say my real name so loud and yes it is me, do you want to meet after this for some coffee?" He replayed with a yea. And before I knew it we where done writing a song and recording it together and it was time to meet Harry for some coffee.
Boy this is going to be interesting.
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FanficHi! My name is Grace Johnson and I am 19, I have lived in Dublin, Ireland most of my life. Till I was 16 to be exact then I moved to London because I have always wanted to live there. But while I was there I got signed by a Simon Cowell's label, but...