I Just Want to be Loved *Completed*

When Brittany's mum get's remarried, she got a surprises when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life to complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future?


3. Don't You Just Love Family?

I just laid there in shock for the next few minutes thinking and trying to to freak out

Holy shit. I'm going to be living with One Direction. Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik were about to be living in the same house as me. Once again... Holy Shit. I knew that I should be fangirling, but- my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I said loudly. Niall walked through the door, shut it behind him, and sat down next to me on the bed.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello," I replied, and sat up.

"So... I was wondering if you wanted to screw with the paparazzi." There was a wicked grin on his face.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, we could pretend to be best friends, or dating, or whatever."

"Dating?" I asked confused.

"Only if you want to be," Niall said defensively, putting his hands up.

"Won't everyone know that were step sibling?"

"Actually, no. Our parents don't want that to get out, otherwise it would make their lives more complicated than it already is."

"Well... what would dating you imply?"

"Okay, since were going to be bro and sis, it would just be, like, well, a really close brother sister bond."

"Which means...?"

"Hugging, arms around each other, holding hands, and kisses on foreheads and cheeks, and a few 'dates'. We would never clarify if were dating or not, but eventually we would say that were not, and that were just family. But, be warned, you might get some hate."

"Ummmmm...Well..." I said, thinking.

"Ummmmm...Well... What?" Niall asked.

"What the hell. Sure." I said.

"Really?" Niall asked seeming socked.

"Yeah, why not."

"I didn't think that you would go for that. I thought that you would be freaked out by your brother asking you to fake date him."

"People have asked me to do weirder things for them," I said honestly.

"Really?" Niall asked shocked, "Like what?"

"Not going to tell you."















"Fine," Niall said, giving up as walking to the door. "I'll be back in a second," he said. Then he winked and walked out the door.

Less than a minute later, I had five teenage boys jumping on the bed I was sitting on screaming, "TELL US! TELL US! TELL US!"

"How did I not see this coming?!?" I yelled, and mentally face palmed.

"TELL US! TELL US! TELL US!" they all screamed, until one screamed out in pain. I wasn't sure who it was, but I was sure that I kneed one of them in the balls.

"Ugggg!" Harry screamed, and fell onto the floor.

"Hazzabear!" Louis yelled, as he jumped off the bed, and went to Harry's aid. "Is my Hazzabear okay?!?"

"Just peachy," Harry said sarcastically, holding his groin area.

"I'm so sorry," I said, and I actually meant it. I've hit a couple of my guy friends there. When the pain would stop, they would lecture me about how painful it was for the next hour. Apparently it's more painful than give birth multiple times at the same, and more painful then braking every bone in your body simultaneously. I highly doubt that that was true, but I never wanted to aruge the point.

"It's fine," Harry said.

"Don't worry, we got this," Zayn said. All the boys then picked up Harry and carried him down the stairs.

Since I didn't know what to do, I just sat on the bed, and played on my phone.

A few minutes later, Liam walked in.

"So, I heard that you and Niall are not, fake dating," Liam said and confused himself.

"Yeah, I know! I'm sooo happy! Isn't he just the most attractive person, like, ever!" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, totally," Liam said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You know that once people find out about this, your life will never be the same."

"Yeah, I know, and I have a very boring life anyway."

"Your one hundred percent sure?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Okay, well let's go downstairs." He said as he got up.

"How Harry?"

"He's fine. It's not like you're the first person to knee him there."

"Good," I said as I walked out of the room.

When I got to the main floor, I saw just how big this house really was.

There was a 70 in. television, an L shaped leather couch, a red pool table, and the coolest mural I have ever seen. It was a giant wall painting of a bunch of polar bears drinking Coke.

I could feel my jaw drop.

"Just wait till you see the rest of the house," Louis said. He walked over to me, put an arm around my shoulder, and steered me into the room behind the kitchen.

In that room, there was another mural, but this one was a painting of an old fashioned drive through restaurant. In front of it, there was a blue and yellow air hockey table.

"Holy shit," I said.

"Go in there," Louis said, pointing to a connecting room.

When I walked into the room, I realized it was a movie theater. There were five, brown leather seats, two televisions, and ANOTHER mural. This mural was more impressive than the rest.

It was a painting, or should I say masterpiece, of a shit load of famous actors. There was everyone from Orlando Bloom to Kevin Bacon on the wall.

"Well... I am at a loss for words..." I said.

"A lot of people are," Louis said, putting his arm back around me. "Let's go back to the kitchen before you start to drool," he said with a smile on his face and a happy look in his eyes.

"Sorry," I muttered and closed my mouth, and he laughed. My jaw had almost been touching the floor since I walked down stairs, and I just now closed it.

When we got to the kitchen, I smelt blueberry pancakes cooking.

"Something smells awesome," I said.

"That would be my cooking," Harry said. He had a spatula in his hand and was flipping the pancakes.

"You can cook?" I asked, surprised.

"Everyone else sucks at it, well, except Liam... But still..."

"I'm sooo sorry I kneed you!" I said to him.

"It's okay," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Totally," he said, then he screamed, "Pancakes are done!" and ran away from the kitchen holding two giant plates full of pancakes, and set them on the kitchen table.

I sat down, and all of the boys joined me. Niall sat on my right, and Louis sat on my left. At the table, there was orange juice, four different types of syrups, and what must have been fifty pancakes.

"Are you guys really going to eat all of this?" I asked in shock.

Everyone looked at Niall, who already had a pancake shoved in his mouth.

"I could eat all of this by myself, you're lucky I'm sharing," he said with a serious look on his face. Then he burst out laughing.

"There has to be something wrong with you!" I exclaimed.

"Yet there isn't," he replied with a smile on his face and a fork in his hand. Then, everyone started to dig in.

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