You are my Star (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Brooke was in love with Louis before One Direction, and when One Direction was still on The X-Factor. But when Brooke meets all the boys for the first time, she has a special connection with Harry that is unlike any other. What happens when Louis has a change of heart and wants to finally be with Brooke but Brooke is in love with Harry? What would you do if two boys from One Direction wanted to be with you?


8. New York, New York

For the past couple of nights I've cried myself to sleep, if I was even lucky enough to get sleep at all. The last couple of days in the UK were rubbish. Instead of spending them with friends and family I cried about how much I fucked everything up. Even things with me and Louis. I guess he didn't take the hints, and didn't have a clue that Harry and I were dating. When him and Harry got into a quarrel over the whole thing and Harry told him that the only reason why he was upset was because me and Harry were together; Louis flipped shit. I haven't spoken from either one of them since I left, and my life felt empty without them.

Gosh, how could I possibly be upset while living in New York city? I hated when I got in these moods because that meant that everything that was actually good about my life at the time I didn't even take it for what it was worth. Like I was now. Sitting in my room that has a view which over looks Central Park and all the beautiful budding flowers. I watched as people walk on the sidewalks walking their dogs or simply with their friends, which at the moment I had none of because I was too depressed to get up off my ass and get out of my flat. 

In two more weeks, I start public school. My parents told me that the only big difference was that I got to wear what ever I wanted pretty much, which was exciting I'd have to say. I could finally have the chance to express myself with what I wear and not just by the way I wear my hair and makeup. I have to get out of bed and do something. I think to myself. I pull an old vintage sweater on over my Guns N' Roses crop top. Harry bought this shirt for me two weeks before I left for the states. I didn't wash it because I only wore it for the day I was with him. He picked this shirt out for me, and I bought him a shirt that said "Hipsta Please" I swear the shirt still smelled like that day we spent together. In his arms the smell of his colongne in my nose. I remember being so happy that day not thinking about Louis at all. Gosh, I totally screwed it up for us, and looking back at it now I love him with a passion. I wish I could tell him this. Wish I could have told him this the last time I saw him. 

I leave my flat, (otherwise known as apartment in the States.) and I take the lift down to the lobby. It was swarmed with people, I bet some were rich and famous. In fact, I saw Madonna and her daughter Lola Leon. She looked total badass with her vintage combat boots. I eyed her down and I watched her as she nodded off her mother and started walking towards me. My heart pounded in my chest as she stood in front of me with dark chestnut eyes.

"Can I help you?" She says snottily.

"I- um- I-"I stutter. She pulls out a pen and not pad out of her pocket.

"Do you want my mothers autograph or something?" She asks.

"Oh, no...I was just surprised that I'm living in a hotel with Madonna," I laugh and she lightens up her mood.

"Well then, I can see you come from the UK," Lola says with a smirk.

"Yes indeed I am. My name is Brookelynn," I say reaching out my right hand she takes my hand in hers and she shakes it.

"Pleasure to meet you," Lola says, "We should grab something to eat." Lola suggest, "Oh yeah, I'm Lordes," Lola says, "but please call me Lola."  Lola says to me.

"I'm starving, know any good places to eat around here?" I ask.

"Do I?" She laughs she starts her way out of the lobby and I follow behind her like a lost dog. I hated not knowing where I was and simply how to live like an american.  I was scared to start conversations because even though we spoke the same language I was afraid they'd say something I wouldn't understand. You want to know what I really don't understand? Everything here seems to be the opposite of in Doncaster. Like with driving. I thought everyone in the world drove on the right hand side.

We walk past thousands of people. All different people too. It was beautiful to see so many people just mesh in with each other without any problems. The fashion. The way they spoke. It was all so different. It was so overwhelming. But I was ready I guess. I had no other choice really,I can't just go back to England with a snap of my finger.

"So, why did you move all the way to New York?" Lola asks me making a right down a block lit up in lights. Gosh it was so bright, it was blinding. Was all this light called for in the day time? I cleared my throat.

"Well, my father is a music producer and he was called in to New York to work with someone," I tell her casually.

"What's your fathers name?" Lola asks. 'She would know' I thought to myself.

"Simon Barkwell," I say walking inside a pizza parlor. My mouth was watering when I got a good nose full of pepperoni and sausage. I've never felt so hungry in my life. We ordered a whole pie. My Lord was I excited to demolish it.

"Do you know who he's working with?" Lola asks bringing the pizza to a small table.

"I'm not sure, I didn't ask," I say picking up the coke and pouring it into a small plastic cup.

"He's working with my mother. See how well fate works?" She says patting my shoulder. We both laugh as I listen to a song One Direction sang for one of their performances. My mood now sucks. 

"Great," I say to myself.









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Dear Readers/viewers,



Obviously, Brooke is now living in New York city. Keep in mind that One Direction still isn't big in the United States, they're still on the X-Factor. So now we are now entering Part 2 of the story where Harry Styles and Louis have P.O.V's. For the next three chapters Brooke will not have come in contact with the boys directly, but there will be phone calls that heat up. 

Yes, I know the best parts was when Brooke actually saw them but, keep reading. She'll see them again I promise!! Just pay attention because some of the rather important secrets are revealed while they are apart... Enjoy




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