Is That Really You?*Complete*

Hi I'm Brooke Horan. It's been quite a long time since I've seen my brother, and I don't think you need to know who he is judging by me last name. Anyway, our parents were killed in an accident when we were around the ages of seven or eight. Well, this is how my story goes...


11. Chapter 9: I Agree

Brooke's POV

                                       "I think that Em and you would be perfect for each other! I know Em likes you because it was pretty obvious!" I said while jumping with joy. "Wait it was THAT obvious?" Niall asked a little shocked,"So you don't mind if me and YOUR best friend date?" "One.Yes, it was obvious because she got jealous when she saw that nurse trying to flirt with you.Two. I would be sad if you DIDN'T date Em." I answered him. Niall looked at me and flashed a smile. I was about one inch shorter than him so he didn't really have to bend down to look at me. "Thanks a lot sis" he spoke while hugging me.

                                        As we were walking a black SUV drove in front of us and stopped. I was getting worried because I didn't want to be taken from Niall.....again. I was shivering in fear but Niall held my hand and said not to worry because his mates from One Direction were in there. When the engine of the car stopped four nice looking boys bursted out and hugged Niall. I was shocked so I fell and landed on my butt."Oi becareful you just knocked down my sis." Niall warned while helping me get up. I dusted off the dirt and smiled. I giggled when all the boys started yelling something like -You had a sister and didn't tell us?!or We're so sorry to hurt you,love. All of the boys brought me into a huge hug and introduced me to each one.I memorized all of thier names because I had a good memory. The one with curly hair was Harry, the one with the same outfit as me was Louis, the mature on was Liam, and the last one with the quiff was Zayn.

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