Luna Styles

BOOK #1: When Harry Styles is your dad, and the One Direction boys are your uncles, you'd expect drama...but not this much drama. Not the kind that makes you want to sell your life to someone, not the kind that makes you a girl with a blank face all the time, not the kind that makes you cry yourself to sleep every night, or makes you feel alone in the world... deffinetly not this much drama.


2. Breakfast.

"Luna, come down for breakfast!" My mother Reychel yelled.

I sighed and got up from my bed. I was writing poems in my journal. I love doing that. It calms me and stops from wanting to run away from home. 

I trudged down to the dining room and sat next to my dad and one of my uncles. I was in the middle of Harry Styles, my father, and Liam Payne, one of the many uncles I have.

"Hey Luna!" Louis Tomlinson, another uncle yelled.

"Hi uncle Lou." I smiled and took some bacon from the middle of the table. Then I took some eggs and toast. Basic breakfast.

"How are ya?" my uncle Niall Horan chirped.

"Fine." I simply shrugged. He scarfed down three plates of pancakes and waffles.

"What's going on?" My last uncle Zayn Malik, placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Eh, nothing. Boring in school and stuff."

"Okay." Liam winked at me. Uncle Liam is my favorite. Uncle Louis tapped me under the table and handed me a powdered doughnut. I looked at him and we smiled and snickered. I shoved it in my mouth.

"Sleep alright?" My dad said.

"Yesh." I muttered through the doughnut. Powder hurled everywhere.

"Who..? Louis!" My father looked at the blushing boy. Lou laughed and collected our plates. He started to wash them with my mother.

"Let's go and watch TV on the couch guys." Uncle Zayn laid on the sofa.

We got up and talked for hours, laughing and joking. I had a big, fake grin, plastered on my face. The whole time.

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