Hired For One Direction

Hired For One Direction

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❝ sing for us. ❞ Alyssa Sander is 19 years old, but she doesn't like One Direction. But what happens when One Direction's Liam Payne hears her singing in a bathroom at the concert and hires her to sing with them for a year on tour? While on tour, she is asked to pretend to be Harry Styles' girlfriend because of the bad publicity since the breakup between him and Taylor Swift. * There was bound to be paparazzi here, basing that he's Harry Styles. He bent down on his knee and held out a box with a ring in it. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" I was startled, but then he mouthed the words "publicity." "Yes!" I exclaimed, pretending to be happy. * {Harry Styles fanfiction} [ this cover was created by me ] [ trailer credits to @DreamsRunFree ily x ] \past ranks/ //ranked 'teen fiction #816' on november 15, 2013 friday// //ranked 'teen fiction #694' on november 17, 2013 sunday//
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...

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