The Song of Apollo - PercyJackson/HarryStyles Fanfic

Chapter 1 - I Get Attacked By Evil Fan Girls

Life wasn’t what I expected it to be in all honesty. I was all normal and everything up until I auditioned for The X Factor and then from there is when life got a little bumpy. I was put in a group with four other guys by our mentor, Simon Cowell, you might of heard of him, and well from there, is where life turned signals into the fast lane. My name is Harry, Harry Styles, you may of heard of me, I am one-fifth of the boyband, One Direction. Yup, the One Direction, and the four other guys, Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam, yeah they sorta became some of my best friends but even I can’t tell the lads what has happened to me. If life was to stop at me becoming one of the most recognized faces in the world, I’d be fine with that but its life, its not gonna play by any standards. So instead of that, life decides it’d be great to throw a little unrealistic, unbearable situations into my life. And it all began one last normal enough Monday.

I woke up in my new home in a up-and-coming neighborhood in London, completely unaware of what laid ahead of me for that week. Besides finishing the tour for our second album Take Me Home, and having turned nineteen a couple days ago, it felt great being home and having slept in until two in the afternoon and I knew that I shouldn’t have thought that cause all I ever think gets jinxed, for instances, while getting ready for a show in Chicago, I had to open my mouth and say it was gonna be a show unlike any other, that night onstage while jumping around, Niall fell off stage and broke his ankle and while at the hospital, I told the lads all was gonna be okay, so while walking down the stairwell with me, Zayn tripped over me while I bend over to tie my shoe and he fell and sprained his wrist and dislocated his pinkie, even though it was only five steps fall and another time, well actually, I think you get it. So when it was only three minutes since I woke up and I went to the bathroom to, um, use it when all of a sudden the landline rang, only ringing two times before it went to voicemail.

“Hey, its me, Harry. Sorry I can’t answer the phone right now, I’m either busy and not here or I just don’t want to answer your call but it’s not you, it’s me, haha. Uh, you know what to do.” BEEP, “Harry! It’s me, Louis! Pick up, god, where are you! You were suppose to meet us half an hour ago to do the Good Morning London! show! I’ve tried your cell like five hundred times, but it must be off cause it kept sending me to voicemail...Harry pick up, your gonna get thousand more messages not only from me but management! Just hurry up and get here!” BEEP.

At first I just stood and went on with my business like I usually do, but when I heard the Good Morning London! part, I sorta jumped and got warm liquid on myself. I had completely forgot about it, I didn’t remember about it when I went over what I had to do the next day planning for today before I went to bed. I quickly hurried up and washed myself off in the sink. I ran back into my bedroom and quickly put on the clothes I wore yesterday. Running downstair, I took my keys from the island in the kitchen and ran out into the garage, turned on my red-orange 1956 Pontiac GTO corvette, put on my sunglasses that were sitting on the passenger seat, (my cell was also sitting there!) and drove down to the studio as fast as I could.

By the time I got to the studio, not only did I have to get in but realized that I didn’t have any ID or for that, my license on me so the guy at the gate had to just believe and trust it was me. I could of easily called Paul and told him meet me at the gate and get me through but thank god I didn’t have to. I quickly just parked my car in front of some park cars and ran inside. Some guy was at the door already.

“Harry Styles?”

I nodded as the man let me in, handing me my mic and other junk to put on as I jogged on in.

“Your on in less than ten seconds,” he said as we both rushed in, I could already hear the music start to play, it was one of our older songs, It’s Gotta Be You, Liam had already started and I quickly turned on my mic and sprinted to the sign that read ‘STAGE: RIGHT’.