Harry and Payton

Chapter 1

So, below is what I want Payton to sort of look like, the hair at least:) 

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    Payton Smith was a newbie to the fame thing. All the screaming fans, the attention, the touring. Payton had auditioned for the popular TV show, The X Factor as a solo artist and was put through to the next round, being placed in an all girl band. The fame was overwhelming to her, and she knew it would take some time to get used to. She did have the support of her lovely family back in Chicago and her girlfriends in the band, Elise Parker, Monica Foxx, and Cameron Jones. The four girls got along well, never a single fight or misunderstanding, perfect best friends. Payton was definitely closest with Elise, her blonde haired, blue eyed, outgoing and crazy best friend. The two had bonded instantly and shared the same room back in their X Factor days, while Monica and Cameron shared a room together. 

Elise was the outgoing, fun, energetic type of girl, basically the complete opposite of Payton. She was the older sister Payton had always wanted, since she had two older brothers and one younger one. All the girls ages ranged between sixteen to nineteen, Monica being the youngest, Cameron eighteen, Payton seventeen and Elise nineteen. Though she was the oldest, Elise definitely wasn’t the most mature or responsible one. It seemed Cameron was the one keeping the four crazy girls organized. Cameron was the mother figure, no doubt about it. Monica was the cute sixteen year old that every guy had their heart set on. Payton, the quiet, sometimes outgoing, shy one who was normally the one the girls went to for advice.     

    “Payton, hurry up.” Cameron called as they walked backstage to their TV interview, Cameron’s brown, pin straight hair flowing behind her. Payton quickened her unsteady pace and caught up to the three girls as they all squealed about their third TV interview.     

    “Tell me you’re not excited,” Elise beamed, draping an arm around Payton’s shoulders. She furrowed her eyebrows, quickly pushing Payton’s slumped shoulders back. “Don’t slouch.” Elise commented, pointing a scolding finger at Payton. She flashed Elise an apologetic look, trying to keep her shoulders back as they stood side stage, waiting for the Australian interviewer to call them onto the stage. Payton sucked in a breath as their name was called, and followed behind Elise, flashing a dazzling smile at the surprisingly large crowd. They shook the woman’s outstretched hand before they sat on the couch, Elise tapping Payton’s lower back. Payton sat up and smiled politely at each of the cameras. The girls half of the interview flew past until they were asked about their celebrity crushes.     

   “Definitely, Channing Tatum.” Elise blurted out, giggling. The girls laughed with her and Payton desperately tried to find her celebrity crush, but continued to draw a blank.    

    “Tom Daley.” Cameron said after a while of thinking, she giggled her adorable laugh and winked at the camera.    “Taylor Lautner.” Monica said, confidently, beaming at the blonde haired woman as she brushed her light brown side bangs out of her face. The woman and all three girls glanced at Payton who giggled nervously, chewing on her bottom lip as her heart pounded in her chest.    “I honestly don’t think I have one.” Payton replied, looking around at the girls who laughed and rolled their eyes, Payton continuing to defend herself.     

   “You know, I heard that, Harry Styles of One Direction has a crush on you, Payton.” the reporter giggled. All the girls quickly looked over at her as they elbowed her and cooed.    

   “Oh, he’s cute.” Elise chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows at Payton. She laughed nervously, her mind racing. Harry Styles, the player and absolute pervert from the famous boy band, known around the world as, One Direction. She couldn’t believe it. Him, of all people. Payton had to admit, he was cute, but the two were completely opposite. Harry was a flirt, everyone knew that and he was continuously brimming with self-confidence, something Payton couldn’t stand. He was one of the biggest “Hollywood heartthrobs” to teen girls everywhere, except that’s not what Payton saw about him. Payton saw a foolish guy who had this theory that he could get any girl to instantly fall in love with him with a single look, or flip of his chocolate brown curls. Well he was certainly wrong about Payton.     

    Across the pond, Harry Styles' cheeks burned as he watched Payton’s surprised expression on the TV screen in his flat in East London that he shared with his best friend and band mate, Louis Tomlinson. He bit his perfect, full lips as she opened her mouth to comment, Elise cutting her off by saying he was cute and the two would make a great couple, the other girls agreeing. He slammed his back against the couch, annoyed. Why was it so damn hard to find out if a girl likes you back. It wasn't a little crush he had, it was a massive one. One that was surprisingly uncontrollable and hard to keep a secret. He wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and lay her down, hearing her normally quiet mouth, mutter out his name and spit out swear words as he banged her head into his headboard. He barely got the words, “I like her,” out of his mouth before the questions started. Have you ever met her? How long have you liked her? Favourite thing about her? Do you have any contact with her? Do you follow each other on Twitter? Are you dating yet? All the questions were easy to answer, no he hadn’t met her yet, only in his wildest dreams had he ever been able to touch her and play with her waist length strawberry blonde hair and see her breath taking green eyes with a mysterious gold rim around her pupil.    

    He’d liked her ever since that night nothing was on TV and he flipped to The X Factor, a close up of her beautiful, angelic, heart shaped face.    

    How could he possibly choose what his favourite thing about her was. Her eyes, her hair, her pink, full lips, her in general.    

    No, he had no contact with her what so ever, and it killed him. He was too nervous to click that stupid follow button and he desperately hoped she felt the same.    

    Of course they weren’t dating, though it pained him to say. Watching her from a far is what Harry felt he was doing. Able to look, but not touch the beautiful girl he hoped to once claim was his.     Payton continued to stare at the interviewer as the girls carried on interrupting her, saying the two would make a lovely couple and they quickly quieted down for Payton to finally input her thoughts on the boy.    

   “I-I like the band, I think they’re great but…” she trailed off, looking down. “I don’t know, he’s good looking and what not, I think I’d actually have to meet him first.” Payton finished with a subtle shrug and a quick glace over at the camera.     

    Payton was relatively quiet the rest of the interview, letting Elise and Cameron answer most questions. The interview ended after the four girls sang one of their songs and waved as they walked back stage and into their dressing room, where Payton finally lost it.      

   “Him? Of all people on the face of the earth, Harry Styles has to like me?” Payton yelled. “I can’t believe this.” she muttered, standing with her arms crossed. Elise placed a firm hand on her shoulder, staring at her.    

   “Give him a chance, Payton.” Elise said in a calm tone.    

  “Give him a chance?” Payton exclaimed, shrugging Elise’s hand off her shoulder. “I’m sure if I gave him a chance, he’d ruin it,” she snapped, furiously, her nostrils flaring. The three girls stared at her, speechless and glanced at each other for words. “I’m going to wait in the car.” she mumbled, walking out of the room towards the back door. She pushed it open, hopping down the steps as she ran her freshly painted nails through her straightened hair, looking around at the beautiful Australian scenery.     

   “Payton!” An all too familiar voice called. Payton slowly turned as her manager, Andy, rushed over to her, his spiked hair drooping at the front. “What was that all about?” he asked, throwing his hands up. Payton eyed him, really not in the mood to be lectured by her manager.     

   “What was what, all about?” Payton asked, through tightly clenched teeth. Andy huffed and sucked in a breath, looking down at her.    

   “Oh, I like the band and he’s good looking but I need to meet him,” Andy replied, flapping his hands in the air. Payton cocked an eyebrow, failing to see the problem that had Andy so worked up. He sighed dramatically and shook his head. Payton and Andy didn’t always see eye to eye, most of the time the two butted heads but were still like siblings to one another. “You were supposed to say you like him too.” he moaned.     

   “But I don’t like him, Andy.” Payton snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.  

   “Look, if you date this boy it could be really great for the band and would bring in a bunch of fans -”                          “I’m not going to date him, Andy.” she replied before spinning on her heel to head out to sit miserably in the car, waiting for the rest of the girls. She wasn’t dating him, no way. Never.