My Heart Will Go On. Harry Fanfic.

My Heart Will Go On. Harry Fanfic. Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

Harry's POV.

Another story has blown up by the press again, "Harry Styles loved up with TOWIE Star!!" they are now taking the smallest rumour and plastering it on the front page of ever news paper, magazine and having a juicy gossip about it on television. It's setting me back and is starting a huge riot with the fans, are they trying to mess up my career on purpose? If that isn't enough I've also got my mum and sister nagging at me, saying that is time to stop messing around and really think about finding the girl of my dreams, I'm sorry but my job stops me from achieving that. Plus the lads aren't being to much help, they are trying to set me up with any "decent" girl they can get their hand on but they just don't understand. For me to find the perfect girl, then I must fine her myself. But they're all right, I do need to consider a real committed relationship that I can build from the start and enjoy having. But it's hard to find someone now, I'm Harry Styles of One Direction, I want someone that loves me for me, not for my fame or my money. Behind all that, there is a normal guy but I just need the right girl to see that but I'm worried, will I ever find her? I know I'm still young but when I see Louis and El, Liam and Dani, Zayn and Perrie and Niall getting close with Demi.. I know that I want that, will I ever be as lucky as them? To have my other half completed? Well I hope the saying is true - "Good things come to those who wait." but for now, I'm Harry Styles of One Direction.

Grace's POV.

I wake from a dream, a peaceful dream into my non so dreamy, perfect life. I part my eyes slowly for them to adjust to the morning light. I stretch out while realising a sleepy, morning yawn.

"Grace, wake up!" My step mothers screechy voice shouts once again.

I roll my eyes "I'm awake, Gail!" I try and shout back pleasantly but my feeling were complete opposite, can't I just get FIVE minutes to wake up? Clearly not.

I roll onto my left side and grab my phone off the night stand. 9:30 on a Saturday morning after a full week of collage and late over working at the studio. Why can't I be blessed with a long lie? Oh yeah that's right, I basically run this household.

"Grace, down stairs, NOW!" Gail shouts again, taring me from my thoughts again.

I roll my eyes and pull myself from my comfortable bed. I grab my housecoat off the back of my desk chair and place it over my shoulders, leaving it untied and slipping on my slippers before making my way down stairs.

I enter into the black and white modern kitchen, too modern for my taste. Gail and her only daughter are sitting happily at the breakfast bar texting and tweeting away.

"Morning." I whimper quietly, while pouring a fresh cup of coffee. "why are you both up so early?"

"Well, I've got an appointment for my botox.." Of course but I don't think it's even impossible for her to become anymore fake, she's actually quite terrifying. "and Bethany is got some VIP concert." Gail rambles.

"Mum, it's not just any VIP concert, it's One Direction's VIP concert." Beth squeals in excitement but I just roll my eyes and take another sip of my coffee.

"and why did you wake me on the only Saturday I have off for weeks?" I snap.

Gail narrows her eyes but dismisses my tone. "Bethany has three tickets, and with her and Miley only being fourteen, I need you to take them." Gail's fake smiles innocently.

"please would be nice." I snap and narrow my eyes. "wouldn't hurt if you said it once." I huff before taking another sip of my coffee.

Gail rolls her eyes and let's out an ungrateful sigh, Beth copies her actions. "please?" she hisses.