Life With One Direction

Mary is Louis Tomlinson's younger eighteen year old sister . Will she be able to take the pressure of newly found fame, being the top med student at Cambridge and being in love with none other than the one and only youngest member of One Direction - Harry Styles?

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2. Chapter 2

When I woke up in the morning, I was curled up against Harry and his arm was around me.

Embarrassed, I got up slowly trying to not wake him up. It's a good thing that Louis hadn't seen that! Eleanor's head was on Louis' chest, Danielle and Liam were holding hands, Niall had a packet of chips on his stomach and Zayn wasn't there. I heard him singing to himself in the kitchen.
I walked in and he was making breakfast.

"Good morning Em," he smiled at me. "How was you're night," he winked.

I flushed and looked at the ground.

"Don't tell Lou okay? He'll bite my head off."

"Don't tell Louis what?" Lou said as he stood by the door with his eyebrows raised.

"Um..." Zayn trailed off looking at me.

"I'm going out Lou. With a friend. I hope you don't mind?"

"I do mind actually. Who?"

"You don't know them."

"Okay we are going to the studio, I'll call and check you're okay."

"Alright. Bye Zayn," I gave him a hug, slapped Louis head and then left. Harry had given me a copy of the apartment key so I could go in and out as I pleased.

I wasn't actually going out with anyone, I was thinking of going to a club at around nine because already it was three in the afternoon. I guess that's fair though because we didn't get to sleep until nine in the morning.

By the time I'd finished getting dressed, having a shower, make up and everything, it was five o'clock.

Harry saw me going down stairs and he stared.

"You still haven't left yet?"

"Just about to," I told him

"Who are you going with?"

"No one, just thought I'd see what the clubs were like in London."

"Mind if I come?"

"You should, we can have some fun," I smiled at him.

"Alright give me fifteen minutes."

That was a lie though, three quarters of an hour later he met me down stairs.

"Tut tut. You shouldn't keep a lady waiting," I joked.

"Well hey, I had to do my hair!" he exclaimed.

"Come on, show some good places curly girly."

Harry and I were the same age, he was around a month older. We were finally eighteen and could finally go out drinking.

First, we walked around town.

Fans saw us and they wanted to take pictures with him which I took for them. One asked if she could take one with me. Surprised I said yes and after I asked why.

"You're Louis' sister aren't you? And Harry's girlfriend?"

"Um, no I'm just-"

"Yeah she is," Harry said and I stared at him.

When the girl went away I talked to him.

"What was that!" I exclaimed. "Now everyone's gonna think I'm your girlfriend!"

"It's fine!" he laughed.

"If Louis finds out, he'll kill me. And you," I told him seriously.

"It's just a rumor," he smiled.
"That's the point."

He convinced me that it would be okay and we went off to have dinner at Nando's.

"I think Nando's is cheating on Niall with us," I told Harry solemnly and he choked on the piece of chicken he was eating.
I hammered him on the back, to make sure he was okay.

"Don't go dying on me Styles. I want to go to a club after this."

"Don't worry, I won't die. You're here to give me mouth to mouth," he winked and this time I choked.

"Or vice versa," he amended.
We had a great time together. It was as we were walking to the club he asked me something I didn't expect.

"You know that ex boyfriend that broke your heart?" he asked quietly. "What did he do?"

"Harry I really don't like talking about this."

I hated it when people brought Chris up. He was one of the reasons I hadn't come to London before, he lived here. I know it's a huge place but if he found me...

"I know, but I want to hear what happened."

"Ask Louis."

"I have, he won't talk about it. Was it that bad?" he asked softly.

"Yes." I said. And then I started babbling. "I was in love with him. His name is Chris Darcy and he went to school with me, he's Lou's age. I loved him and he used that. He made me do things for him. Not what you're thinking, but he treated me like a slave though in front of everyone else, he acted normal. If I didn't do what I wanted, he'd hit me. One time he actually pushed me down the stairs. The last time was when he was over at ours. He was fine in front of mum but in my room, he hit me. Louis heard me crying and made him leave. Louis had seen scars and stuff on me before but I had told him I was clumsy. He broke me and Chris up and I was really angry at him because I thought I loved Chris but really I was just scared of him. When Louis told the cops, Chris had left town."

When I stopped talking, I realized I was sobbing.

"I'm so sorry!" Harry had gasped when I had finished. "I shouldn't have made you talk about it, come here!"

"It's okay. It feels a bit better to talk about it, I never talk to Lou because he gets angry whenever it comes up and I get scared all over again."

He pulled my head towards his chest and we went and sat down on a bench in the street. Lou still hadn't called to check on me. Maybe he'd just said that to seem concerned in front of Zayn.

When I finally stopped crying, Harry said "Let's just go back, me and you can go out another night."

"No, it's fine!" I told him, wiping my tears away and plastering a fake smile on my face. "See," I smiled. "Good as new."

We were pretty close to the club and Harry took my hand in his.
We didn't have to wait in line long, Harry was a VIP. A VVIP actually.

We went in and started dancing straight away, once with one another and the other times with other people.

After a while, we went and got drinks and sat down. Looking around I suddenly said to Harry "Is that Zayn!"

"What's he doing here?" he said.

We took our drinks and walked up to him, giving him a fright.

"What are you going here?" he asked us.

"We wanted to ask you the same thing," Harry replied.

"I was bored, Niall's eating, Liam's with Dani, I couldn't find you and I have no idea where Louis is. Probably with Eleanor."

A guy came up to me and asked to dance so I looked at the boys and went. He was pretty tall an was wearing a snap back which covered his face.

We talked while dancing and he seemed pretty nice. I kept pretending to take his hat off and when I succeeded, I got the biggest fright of my life.

"Chris?" I whispered.
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