Simon's Daughter-Completed

Everyone Knows Le-Ann Marie Cowell...Wrong!. Everyone thinks she's Simon's daughter, she's a spoiled little brat, But all Le-Ann wants is for people to see her, not because she's the daughter of a Millionaire. So what happens, when Simon forces her to go on tour with One Direction. These boys haven't really met Le-Ann only what they've heard on T.V or Magazine, will they see the real 'Her? Will she handle all the drama well or will she hit the breaking point? And more importantly will love blossom?


17. Possibly be ready










                             Dani, Dani, Dani! That’s all I’ve been hearing from Liam lately; every fucking time we decide to get some alone time, despite all the drama, and accident that had happen; she always shows her face, and He doesn’t even do anything about it.

      I and he are not on speaking terms right now; when he looks at me, I break our gaze. Harry and Lindsey try to leave us all alone, but threatening both of them, got me leaving the house all alone to him, quicker than you can say Potatoes. Don’t get me wrong, am completely falling for him, and yes we haven’t said the three words yet, were waiting for the right moment.


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                         “Please talk to me” He pleads, my back was currently facing him. Somehow those stupid friends of mine manage to get us alone. I guess they want to see the house destroy before they get back. “Nicki your being ridiculous…” He adds.

“Oh so now am being ridiculous? Every fucking time Liam we finally have time to hand out; due to you always in the studio or at a concert, you always invite her, why is that Liam? Do you still love her? Cause if you do, then I don’t want to be the one keeping you from getting to her.”

“Don’t be silly Nicki, am not in-love with her anymore, I invited her cause she feels lonely, she thinks everyone else don’t care about her anymore since we called it off, I just wanted her to see she has friends here.”

“What friends? I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who talks to her, every time. I try and have conversations with her, but she’s always ignoring me; maybe it’s just me, but she’s manipulating you, she’s still likes it, and your too kind to see it.”

“I can’t believe you’re that jealous of her, to make up such a story.” He growled. You’ve got to be kidding me!

“Wow Liam, you know what if you think, am just playing you, that am ‘Making it up’; then maybe we should just give us a break for a while…” I spatted; he was seriously getting on my nerves. Why the fuck would I make up such a story, just because am piss about the whole situation doesn’t mean am going to spend my freaking day, making stories about her.

“You don’t mean that babe.” He says, stepping closer towards me, I shook my head repeatedly.

“No Liam, I mean it, am not saying were over, over; but we need a break, clearly your still confuse about your feelings.” He grabbed my wrist, just when I was about to walk away.

“No! Am not letting you leave, I chose you; only you; so why do you let her get to your head?” He mumbles, his breath lingering against mine. ‘Do not give in’

“Liam, let me go” I yelled, squirming away from his grip.

“No, Nicki…Don’t let her get to your head please, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He pleads.

“Liam no, am sorry…” With that I walked away, leaving him standing. I rushed out the room out to the pouring rain, tears falling from my eyes. I walked faster, picking up my pace before colliding myself at someone.

“Watch where you’re going bitch.” I knew that voice anywhere. “Oh gosh, it’s you.” She spatted, oh how I just want to grab her hair and beat the living shit out of her. “Aww you’re crying, did Liam finally decide your no good for him?” She laughs bitterly. “All he talks about is you, it’s sickening, he might be in-love with you, but I promise you; that he’ll come crawling back to me, you’re just holding him back.” Liam talks about me? I tuned her out, after all those words, all I know he talks about me, only me. I smile. “Why are you smiling, you look like a creep.” She scrunched her nose, and I rolled my eyes. “Oh what you don’t have anything to say? No comebacks or any insult, I mean come on, give me something to work on here.” She threw her hands up in frustration.

“Say all you want, but your words don’t hurt me, and never again will he come back to you. Bye biatch!” Was all I said, before walking away.

“He’ll never choose you over me.” She shouted; and I let out a loud laugh, she’s really delusional, if she thinks he’s going to come for her. I’m pretty sure people walking by, think ‘What the fuck is wrong with this chick’; but I could care less, all I know his; am possibly ready to tell him those three words.

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