Fading Memories (Sequel to They're Gay)

It's been almost a whole year since Harry left. The band had split. It's been out of control.
Louis doesn't care about anything anymore. Fans are going insane. Harry is starving himself. The band broke up. Ed tries helping out, but it's NO use.
Louis is too stubborn to realize that the world is crumbling under his own two feet!


8. Fading Memories Chapter Eight

Fading Memories, Chapter Eight

*16 years later*

Brooklyn's POV-
School has been getting harder now. People only want to be my friends either because; I'm rich, I'm close to the old band One Direction, or I'm popular. And I'm only popular because I'm rich and my dads our two of five of one direction.
I'm popular but I do get picked on for having two dads. 
I love my dads they're the best. And if I wouldn't have been adopted by them who knows what I where I could've ended up at. 
Today I'm spending  my day with uncle Zayn. He said he'd like to spend "quality time" with me. But I think it's because something else is going on at home. 
I'm finally almost 17 almost done with school. And now I'm at the age where kids get into sex, drugs, and drinking. And that's exactly why I'm not allowed to go to parties. 
It doesn't bother me because I'd rather stay home and read rather than get humped by some drunk random dude. 
So anyways my point is that means I'm into guys also. I'm really crushing on a guy. But he only thinks of me as... Well I don't even know what he thinks of me as. We are really close but I'd never in a million years tell him I have feelings for him. My dads would freak out and kill me. 
Uncle Zayn finally arrives at the house. 
I walk downstairs and he stares at me. 
"Won't you be hot?" Uncle Zayn asks. 
Only because I'm wearing skinny jeans, a normal white T-shirt, brown boots, and a scarf.
"No, I'll be fine." I smile. 
He nods and waits for me to say bye to Louis and Harry and grab my purse. 
I'm the kind of girl who wears the nerdy glasses that aren't prescribed. Uncle Zayn says I look adorable in them. So I wore them today. 
Yes, this is the part where I tell you my crush. 
Zayn Malik. My uncle. Yes, the horror. I am in love with my uncle. It's really not that bad. We aren't blood related. So it's fine. And he's only about twenty years older than me. 
But Perrie stands in my way of Uncle Zayn. 

Uncle Zayn let's me drive to where we are going - which might I add, I don't know where we are going. He tells me where to turn. Where to stop. And all that. I don't really need to be told when to stop. I've been driving for almost three years. He's be protective. Attractive.... Hmm. I'll have to write that in my Diary. 
I pull in to some old parking lot with a burnt down building. I look around. 
"I'm scared," I state. "Why are we here?" 
"We are meeting Perrie here. She is getting back from a doctors appointment. You'll have to sit in the back when she gets here..." Uncle Zayn says looking out the window twisting his next and moving his head side to side trying to find her car. 
I roll my eyes and just park the car and climb in the back without getting out. 
It made me upset he invited Aunt Perrie and told me to sit in the back. Is she really going to drive?
She's pregnant and don't fat people need room? So she'd be better off sitting back here instead. 
Oh, nope. Uncle Zayn got out of the car. I look out my window. Perrie is here. That's why he got out. He opens the back seat door to her car.  Out come his two kids he already has. Great. 
They open the car door, which is the side I'm sitting at. 
"Move ova!" The little annoying three year old, Logan yells.
I scoff and sit at the other window seat. Uncle Zayn puts their booster seats in and straps them in.
"I'm sorry about this Brookie. I didn't know these two little rascals were coming." He says and scruffs one of their heads. 
"Daddy stoooop!" Yells Jane. Which is five and super annoying. 
"It's okay. As long as I'm spending the day with you." I smile and look away. 
Aunt Perrie sits in the drivers seat. 
"Hey sweetie. It has been awhile." She grins at me.
"Yup..." I say popping the P. 
I really didn't want to have a full blown conversation with her. 
We end up going mini golfing and Uncle Zayn kept holding and helping Aunt Perrie.
Every time I'd give hints that I was bad. He'd just give me tips. 
I know how to play I just want his arms wrapped around me. His hands to touch my hands as he helps me hit the ball. 
I probably hate Perrie because I'm jealous. I know she's not fat, she's just really pregnant. 
Uncle Zayn drops me off and walks me to the door. 
He smiles at me, he hugs me and kisses my cheek. 
I blush and say bye and rush up to my room to write about my day in my Diary. 
I grin and start writing. What a day!

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