That Curly Haired Boy

TJ also known as Tia Jade Lily-Rose Barret is an unsecure girl, who lives in a rich family. She has everything, a horse, apple mac, iPhones, 3d TV in her bedroom, a 4 storey house which she lives in with her family. But there’s one thing she doesn’t have, love. Her parents never really loved her and except for Jenna she has no friends. But what happens when a cute curly haired boy knocks her over in the street. What happens when they touch and shivers run down their spines and what happens when this curly haired boy is no ordinary curly haired boy, but Harry Styles from the famous boy band One Direction? (This is my first fan fiction so please give me any tips about how I could improve – Thanks <3)


1. Harry, Harry Styles.



I winced slightly. It wasn’t unusual though, my body expected it; well my stomach did. Gritting my teeth I used my earring to pierce into my skin. It wasn’t deep, no. It didn’t usually bleed either it was just like a tearing of the skin. That’s the way I liked it, no blood, less obvious. After making a few cuts –well tears you know- I hopped into the shower. The hot water ran through my hair and soaked my body, washing away any pain or feelings. Minutes later I clambered out of the shower and after drying myself I went to my wardrobe. Picking out some dark red jeans and a navy blue silk shirt with little kittens all over it. I liked this outfit. It made me look slim, stylish and like I could be a somebody. Why Can’t I be a somebody? Why isn’t my stomach completely flat? Why are my legs fat? I have so many questions yet I have no answers. “Tia Jade Lily-rose Barret! Get down here now young lady!” I groaned. “GIVE ME 5 MINUTES MUM” I shouted back while I slammed my door. Alright operation ‘try-look-somewhat-nice-a–go’ approaching my mirror I curled my thin eye lashes. I was rubbish at make-up and it really annoyed me. Applying my mascara, lightly and a thin swish of eyeliner I headed over to my bed. My brush was there. Grabbing it I pulled it through my matted hair until all of the knots were gone and it was dead straight. I pulled a face, sighed and walked out of my room.

I hate my parents. They are so fake, putting on all these acts when guests come round. Then at home they are like hell; literally. All my friends and family say I shouldn’t complain, I have everything. It’s true I guess but what’s the point of having everything without being happy. Ok, so playing on my iPhone, laptop and horse riding does make me happy but not that kind of happy, its just entertainment. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen hearing my footsteps my mum swung round and took in my appearance. “take that of Tia Jade” I knew she was implying about my eyeliner, mascara and very un-noticeable lipgloss yet I still shrugged. “my face, I can choose” groaning my mother turned around. I headed to the cupboard and pulled out some rice krispies. Then headed to the marble chopping surface where I started to chop up some strawberry’s, banana, apple and grape. Grabbing a bowl and fork I headed out of the room just as my dad came in YAY! “don’t speak to your mother like that madam” ohh noo not this again. “I said nothing to her” I gave my mother a cold glare “well young lady, you’ve clearly upset her” my dad said looking over at my mum who right on cue sniffed. Who did she think she was? Did she like go to acting school or something? “don’t talk to your father like that either, darling” right. That was it game on. I wanted to give her one tight slap and say ‘don’t you darlin’ me love’ but I didn’t; shamefully. “Im extremely sorry mother, father for upsetting you in anyway” and with a sickly smile I walked away.

Slipping my green converse on I grabbed my satchel and headed out the door. “Im going out to with jenna mum” and with that I shut the door behind me.




I hated management. The way they controlled used, telling us what was right and wrong. What to do and not to do. Fuck them. Boiling with anger I headed out of the recording studio and started to run. Rain was pouring down soaking my curls. Suddenly I heard a shout “MR. STYLES!!” spinning round I saw the head of one of the management. “MR. STYLES PLEASE PUT YOUR HOOD UP SO YOUR CURLS DON’T GET RUINED. THE FANS WILL PREFER IT.” I pulled up my hood and went off in a huff. The rain started pouring heavier. Damn it! I thought and started to run. Management had told me that I needed a girlfriend; they said it was to do with creating interest. They joked around saying that their mums don’t count. I had just laughed and raised my eyebrows. Lou knew that it was fake. He said whenever I do a fake smile my eyebrows go up. It hurt though, really. It’s not about how old someone is but about their personality and there looks. I’m just waiting for my girl to come along, you can’t rush love eh? Still running I turned a sharp corner and knocked into somebody. “SHIT!” I bent down to help the girl who I had carelessly knocked over up. She was sitting on the wet pavement looking slightly pissed. She didn’t let me help her, and she got up herself, brushing down her clothes. We were standing face to face, DANG!! She was hot. I started to apologize, she seemed shy but I couldn’t really see her face features. A massive gush of wind took us both by shock; my hood flew down revealing my curls. She looked up at me and smiled slightly at me, cocking her head to the side. “So you a directioner then babe?” there was no answer she just wriggled from my grasp and turned her head away pushing some hair from her face. Another gust of wind knocked her hood off her head. Her cheeks flushed red as I finally managed to study her face. She wasn’t a model, no but yet she was pretty. As I looked into her eyes I noticed they were an intriguing shade of moss green with bright orange flecks in them. Her face was defined sharply by her strong chin line and her cute cheek bones. Her nose was small, button like but the best part was her freckles. She was covered in light brown freckles. They followed her cheek bones and flowed over her nose. I liked her freckles they were cute and unique. She didn’t have much make up on. Some light gold eye shadow, black lashes but not thick or fake and a quick swish of black eyeliner. Her brown hair was dead straight with a side parting. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t seriously skinny. I liked her a lot, already. “You shouldn’t be shy, you know, you’re very pretty” I grinned at her showing my dimples. Her cheeks flushed an even darker shade and she flashed me a quick grin, revealing her white, straight teeth. For the second time today I stuck out my hand for her to shake it. This time she stuck hers out too and our hands touched. I felt a shiver run through my body. “Harry” I said “Harry styles” “TJ” she said “Tia Jade Lily-rose Barret” Then everything seemed to stop and we both just stood there grinning at each other for ages, but it was perfect.



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