Living in London

Brianna has just moved from Canada to London, so she could have a break from all the screaming Beliebers around her house. Why? You might ask... because Brianna was Justin Bieber's step sister and the fans just wouldn't leave her alone. Little did she know she was not running from the comotion she was running to it... (THIS IS NOT A JUSTIN BIEBER FAN FIC IT IS A 1D FAN FIC)

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1. Ugh... Horan Brianna's POV

(A/N hihi it's me forever&always or if you prefer Clare. I am dedicating this fan fic to my fellow directioner Brianna, this is strictly a fictional story, most of the informaion is not true. just saying. enjoy my lovelies!!)

Brianna's POV

"We will be landing in about 30 minutes, please everyone fasten your seatbelts. Thank you!" the voice over the intercom said. In only half an hour I would be free. No more crazy Beliebers trying to burn my house down or trying to break into my house and kill me. Just peace and quiet.

My father had just gotten re-married to none other than Justin Bieber's mum. She was a horrible witch, I'm sure she hated my guts, but she loved my father. When I had announced that I would be moving to London, Pattie seemed over joiced and my dad being the lovesick person he is, just agreed to pay for my apartment and flight for a month or until I had found work in London. Personally, I think he was happy I left too, so he could have a lot of alone time with her. And now with Justin out of the house on his tour and me living a million miles away, he could finally have some peace and quiet, exactly what I was hoping for.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I knew the gentleman beside me was gently shaking me awake saying that we had landed. I opened my eyes and looked around the plane, of course we were the only two left. I wonder how long he had been trying to wake me up for. I got out of my seat and stretched my arms up over my head.

"May I help you with your luggage?" the kind gentleman asked me.

"Yes please, it's the green suitcase over in that compartment," I said pointing to an overhead compartment a few seats ahead.

The man walked over to the compartment and opened it, the only suitcase that was in there was an old grey suitcase with the name Martha Quinn written on a tag in black Sharpie.

"Uhm... excuse me? Miss? Your suitcase does not seem to be in this compartment," the man said to me.

"Oh, maybe it was that compartment," I said pointing to the compartment in front of the one he just tried. No green suitcase.

After half an hour of searching high and low, we concluded that my suitcase was nowhere on the plane. I sat down and started crying, my suitcase had all my money I had already traded in and all my valuble items including my cell phone.

"Don't fret miss, I'm sure we might be able to find your bag in the airport lobby, the plane only finished unloading 45 minutes ago. Hopefully your bag will be close," the gentleman said.

"Well then, I guess we better get going if we ever want to find my bag," I said running out the exit.

When I stepped outside the plane I was greeted by a cold gush of wind that nearly knocked me to the ground, but I steadied myself. This is why I wish I had a boyfriend, so he could just catch me if I fell. Oh well maybe I'll find one here in London.

As the man and I were walking towards the lobby we had a decent conversation.

"Oh, by the way my name is Greg, Greg Horan," the gentleman said putting out his hand for me to shake.

"Oh great... Niall Horan's brother right?" I asked.

"Why yes. Do you have something against me?" Greg asked.

"Oh, no not you... you're quite nice, but I CANNOT stand One Direction! They think they're such big shots and that they can just put on a pretty face and have girls falling to their knees for them," I said raising my voice.

"That's not true, I know them all personally and they're quite fine lads," Greg said.

"Whatever. Anyways my name is Brianna, Brianna Bieber," I said sounding a little cross.

"Oh, right, Justin Bieber's new step sister. I thought I recognised you," Greg said sounding disgusted.

"Yeah I am. Got a problem with that?" I asked, becoming impaitent with this Greg, he was driving me mental.

"Of course I've got a problem with that," he answered, "You know what your step brother said about my brother and his mates. He said they were gay and they shouldn't be singing. He said they were a disgrace to men everywhere."

"Oh, I didn't know that," I said, feeling a little ashamed that I had just flipped out at Greg over nothing really.

"It's aight," Greg said, "is this your first time in London?"

"Yeah, this is my first time, I've only ever lived in Canada," I said.

"Well maybe I could take you around London some time or let the boys take you around," Greg said.

"The boys...?" I asked.

"Yeah my brother and his mates, I have a feeling Harry might fancy you. You're his type," Greg said. I blushed at this because even though I didn't like One Direction I had always taken a liking to Harry.

"Yeah, that'd be cool I guess," I said trying not to show that I felt the same as Harry.

"Oh, come on Bri-Bri I can see it in your eyes. YOU WANT HIM!" Greg said practically screaming it to the whole world.

"What makes you think that? And don't call me Bri-Bri," I said with tears coming to my eyes.

"What's wrong Brianna?" Greg asked turning me to face him.

"Oh nothing," I said wiping the tears from my eyes and trying to put on as best a smile as I could.

"Don't give me any of that crap, there's obviously something wrong. You're freaking crying for Christ's sake!" he said not convinced by my act.

"You're right," I said bursting into tears.

"What is wrong then?" Greg asked.

"Well, my best friend, Clare, she always called me Bri-Bri and I just miss her so damn much," I said practically pouring my heart out to Greg.

"Why didn't you take her with you?" Greg asked.

"Becasue her parents didn't like the idea of her moving so far away from home," I said.

"Oh I understand. How old is Clare?" Greg asked me.

"Yesterday she turned 18," I said crying into Greg's shirt.

"Well technically she can make her own decisions now, she's an adult," Greg said.

"I know, she said when she saved up enough money she would move here. I offered to pay for her, but Clare doesn't like to accept charity," I said.

"You know what you should do?' Greg said.

"What?" I asked.

"You should just buy her a ticket and tell her that if she doesn't come then you'll have wasted a thousand dollars. She'd ought to come then," Greg said.

"You're a genius!" I exclaimed.

"I try my best," he said failing an attempt at a hair flip, "c'mon let's go get that bag!"

When we got into the lobby I immediately spotted my bag in the hands of a sketchy, muscular looking man standing beside an elderly woman.

"HEY YOU STOLE MY BAG. YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I sreamed at the top of my lungs...

(A/N I apologise sincerely for any inapproriate language and if you take any offense please know that I'm sorry. But if you don't care, then I FREAKING LOVE YOU! Thanks so much for taking yur sweet time to read my writing. I really appreciate it. xxxx Clare :)

 

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