The Neice

Brooke Cowell lived in the shadows of her little sister

She was better than her at almost everything

But when her uncle Simon Cowell tells Brooke and her sister Michelle that they are moving in with him after unfortunate events

Brook meets five people that will change her life forever
One Direction

And there is just one rule Uncle Simon had told them

"She is off limits"

But all rules are meant to be broken


13. Truth


 I waited until Harry was asleep to call Simon back. If I had answered the phone with Harry standing next to me I would have had to also tell him about my mother and I didn’t want him to know. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him or anything but it was because I had already told him so much about my fucked up life I don’t want to bore him by adding this to it.


  I moved Harry’s arm from around my waist and laid it carefully back down on the mattress. I tiptoed over to the door and went to open it then realized I was only in a bra. I bent down on the floor searching for anything that felt like a shirt and threw it over my head.


  I slowly opened the door being careful not to make a noise and quietly walked down the stairs. I hadn’t noticed that I was wearing one of Harry’s shirts that he had left on the floor but I just shrugged it off and walked over to the small table near the front door where I had placed my phone the night before. I clicked the home button and saw that I had three missed calls from Simon.


  I thought I should have been feeling the guilt for sleeping with Harry but I didn’t.  Instead I was happy.  I put the phone up to my ear and it rang only once before Simon answered.


“Brooke where have you been? Michelle told me to call you. Is everything ok?”


“Yeah every things fine. Did you see mom when you came home?”


  “No she was sleeping. Why? Brooke why did Michelle tell me to call you?”


  “I uh I don’t remember. I will tell you if I do.” I lied picking at my nails.


  “Where are you?” He continued to question me. Nerves ran through my body as I tried to come up with an excuse.


  “I am uh I’m at a friend’s.”


  “Well tell your friend you have to leave.”


“Uh yeah ok. Bye.” I quickly hung up the phone and placed it back on the table. I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a much needed sigh.


  “So do you want to tell me what’s really going on?” Harry asked and I turned around and saw him leaning on the stair case with only his boxers on.


  “How did you hear me?” I asked fiddling with the collar of his shirt I was wearing.


  “Well you weren’t the only one who heard the phone ring and I wasn’t asleep when you came down here.” He explained and my mouth formed an ‘O’.


  “Was that Simon on the phone?” Harry asked and I nodded.


  “Yea I asked Michelle to tell him to call me.”


  “To tell him about the thing you aren’t telling me.”  He added and I groaned.


  “I’m not keeping anything from you” I quickly corrected him and walked over to the couch hoping to avoid more conversation.


  “That’s a lie. Like I said before you are rubbish at lying.” Harry continued to argue and I scoffed.


  “Well I’m not lying so…” My voice trailed off as I didn’t have anything to defend myself with. I heard Harry snicker behind me and I took a pillow that was placed on the couch and hurled it at him as I gave him a glare.


  “Not funny.”


  “Alright fine. I’m going back to bed. You coming?” He aksed placing his foot on the first step.


  “In a little bit.” I mumbled looking down at the floor and listened to the floorboards creak as he walked up the stairs.


  Once I heard the sound of the door shut I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. A million thoughts where running through my head but the one thing I couldn’t shake was my mom. A part of me was starting to doubt that she even tried to go through with her treatment. I bit the inside of my cheek and starting tapping my foot nervously as the thought of her living on some island or what not instead of in a rehab popped into my mind.


  I’m driving myself insane


  I jumped up from the couch and began walking around the foyer that separated the kitchen from the living room. I took the ends of my hair and rubbed them together between my two fingers trying to calm myself down.


  From the corner of my eye I saw the staircase leading to Harry’s bedroom. I looked at it for a minute and thought about Simon telling me to come home. Then the thought of my mother yet again appeared in my mind and I couldn’t get up the stairs quicker.


  When I opened the door I saw Harry lying on his side with one leg out of the duvet. I chuckled lightly at this scene and walked around to the other side of the bed lifting up the covers and sliding under them, and moved closer to Harry so my back was pressed up against his torso. I felt his arm snake around my waist puling me even closer to him and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.


  “It’s my mom.” I whispered just loud enough so he could hear me. “I caught her drinking again.” I continued and I felt Harry trace small circles on one of my hands. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the tears that have been building up all night from pouring out of my eyes. I inhaled sharply and let out a shaky breath. I turned around so that I was now looking at Harry, I felt his hot breath on my face signaling he was close to me and my stomach was in knots.


  “You ok?” he whispered and I shook my head.


  “No” I croaked and swallowed a lump in my throat. I groaned and laid on my side looking up at the ceiling.


  “It just amazes me. I mean she’s supposed to be better. Isn’t that the reason they let her out?”


  “It’s not always that easy. It’s called an addiction for a reason.” Harry explained and sat up in bed.


  “I just- I don’t want to be there when she drinks her life away.” I admitted and Harry pulled me close so my head rested on his chest.


  “That won’t happen.” He reassured me rubbing him hand up and down my arm. “Just give her time.” He mumbled and I could feel my eyes closing.


  “Thanks.” I told Harry before completely drifting off.




  I tried squeezing my eyes shut when the sun came beaming in through the window but when I realized it wasn’t working I just left them open. I looked around confused when I realized how much Harry and I had moved into the middle of the night. I was all the way at the other side of the bed while Harry was still on his back but the duvet had been kicked down to the floor. I groaned as I sat up on the bed and quickly pulled Harry’s shirt down in embarrassment.


  I swung my legs over the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. I stood up and walked slowly out of the room and into the bathroom which was quite large. I walked over to the mirror and my eyes became wide with horror when I looked at my hair. I began to frantically search for a brush but all I found was hair products.


  “Jesus. This boy has more products then me and this isn’t even his real home.” I muttered and just ran my fingers through my hair repeatedly until it looked somewhat nice.


  When I walked back into Harry’s room I saw him sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes.


  “Hey” He muttered in a groggy tone when he saw me.


  “Hi” I walked over to the other side of the bed wear he was laying and went to pick up my underwear he had thrown over here but he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto is lap so I was straddling him.


  “I like you better without them.” He smirked and grabbed onto my thighs.


  “What are you doing?” I asked a small smile forming on my lips and he shrugged.


  “I don’t know. Just having fun.” He smiled and flipped us over so he was now on top of me.


  “But I like it better like this.” He whispered and dipped his head down so he lips where pressed firmly to mine. He began sucking on my bottom lip as I dug my finger nails into his back.  He suddenly pulled away a worried look on his face.


  “What’s wrong?”


  “Did we use a uh condom?” Harry practically trembled and I shook my head.


  “No I’m on the pill.”


  “Why didn’t you tell me?! I nearly just passed out.”


  “Why didn’t you ask?” I shot back at him and he opened his mouth but quickly closed it not knowing what to say.


  “Touché” He smirked and reconnected our lips. His hands roamed back down to my thighs and he brought one of them up to his waist and slowly rocked his hips making me moan.


  I left a trail of kisses down his jaw line and neck until I reached his collar bone. I began sucking and nibbling on a spot and he let out a slight groan. This was interrupted by Harry’s phone ringing on the night stand next to us.


  “Fuck” He cursed and reached over me to grab the phone.


  “Hello” He answered still hovering over me. About a minute later his eyes grew wide and he practically flew off the bed.


  “Shit. Sorry I uh I over slept I will be there in a little bit.” Harry apologized as he was sliding into his jeans. After he hung up the phone he threw it in his back pocket and searched through his draws until he found a black t shirt.


  “Who was that?”


  “Simon.” He deadpanned throwing the shirt over his head then looked over at a wide eyed me and realized what he had just said.


  “Oh no not like that. He told me yesterday he needed to meet with me about something to do with promoting the new album.” He explained and I nodded.


  “Oh. So what am I supposed to do? I don’t have any clothes. They are outside in dirt.” I explained and Harry chuckled.


  “Just stay here. I’ll be back soon.  Borrow something of mine. But I got to go. See you in a little bit.” Harry called as he literally ran downstairs then out the door. When I heard the door slam I crossed my arms and started tapping my foot.


  What to do.


  Harry’s POV


  “Mr Styles. Lovely to see you. Just wait right here I will tell Simon you’re here.” The receptionist in Simons office greeted me as soon as I walked in the door. I gave her a small smile and sat down in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs.


  I took out my phone from my back pocket and started playing angry birds as I waited.


  “You can go in now.” The receptionist gave me a smile as she pointed down a long hallway.


  “Thanks.” I replied and followed her directions and walking down the hallway until I reached two large white doors. Pulling the handle on one of them I swung it open and revealed Simon sitting at his desk.


  “Sorry I completely forgot about this.” I explained walking in and sitting down in a chair.


  “It’s fine. I just have a question.”




  “You know where Brooke is. She didn’t come home last night.”


  “Uh no. I haven’t talked to her since her mom got in.” I tried my best to lie and hoped Simon would just quickly get off this subject.


  “Oh. What’s that on your neck?” He asked narrowing his eyebrows.


  “Oh I went out last night and met a girl.”


  “Right well there’s no more of that.”




  “That’s why I brought you here. I have come up with an idea for you to promote the album. The media will be all over you. The fans might not be too happy but they will get over it.”


  “What are you saying?”I asked sitting up straighter in the seat.


  “You are going to be dating Taylor Swift”


Oh my god please do not murder me! I feel horrible for making Harry date Taylor but it's for the plot of the story.

Oh my god you guys probably hate me so much right now I am so sorry.

Oh and let me be clear I do in no way shape or form support Haylor.

That was a fucking shit show.

I'll be updating after sometime. (SHITLOAD OF HOMEWORK!)

Thank you so fucking much for all the comments.

I wish I could just hug all the people who read this.

You guys are amazing I swear.

Please keep commenting and favoriting :D <3 xx

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