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?

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49. Hanging With Some Familiar Fans

“Can somebody please explain to me again what is going on for the next few days?” I asked the boys as we ate breakfast.

“Well,” Liam started, “Today we’re doing this magazine prize thing were we’re hanging out with some fans. Then tomorrow Meghan is flying out and you two are doing your interview while the boys and I relax and do nothing. Then the next day we’re all flying back to our homes so we can spend time with our families for Christmas.”

“Okay, so what are you guys doing with the fans today?”

“You’re coming with us,” Harry said to me.

“Are you sure the fans would want me to?”

“Britt, there are going to be five girls and one guy,” Niall told me. “Who do you think is in charge of the guy?”

“Louis?” I suggested.

“I would much rather hang out with a guy than with a girl who is obsessed with me,” Louis announced. “My fiancé is here and I feel like she would be uncomfortable with girls hitting on me while I’m around her.”

“And who is this fiancé of your?” I asked.

“It’s you silly,” Louis said and laughed. His laugh sounded like it was an angel laughing and was the cutest sound ever.

“Louis, I haven’t said yes yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re still getting married.”

“Okay, have fun with that,” I said and stood up for the table. “I’m going to go and take a shower, adios.” Then I walked downstairs and into the bathroom.

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“What are we supposed to do with them for six hours?” Zayn asked Paul as he drove us to where we were meeting the fans.

“I’m not sure. Whatever you want to really, but Harry and Niall no hitting on them, alright?” When no one replied, he repeated, “Alright?”

“Fine,” Harry and Niall muttered.

“Brittany, Liam, you two are in charge. We have the area marked off so it will just be your guys and the selected fans. Make sure to be nice to them, but more importantly, make sure that they don’t get ahold of your phones.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because if someone gets one of your guys numbers, then everybody gets that number and I really don’t feel like going and getting a new number for any of you guys. Well, except for Brittany. I like Brittany.”

“I like you too Paul,” I replied at the same time Louis screamed, “Brittany’s mine!”

“Calm yo tits Lewis,” Niall said and everyone cracked.

“Nice one Nialler,” Liam said when everyone calmed down.

By then, we were almost at the park where we were meeting up with the fans. Everyone had all been flown out to California since it was warm here, even though it was winter.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Paul said as we got out of the car, “I’ll be babysitting Danny for the next few hours and I’ll bring him over to Harry’s when you guys get there, okay?”

“Okay,” we all said together, and then the car drove off.

“What does he mean by ‘Harry’s’?” Liam asked and we all looked at Harry in confusion.

“Oh, yeah, I was supposed to tell you guys that we’re sleeping at my house tonight.”

“Wait, do you mean in an actual bed?” Niall asked and Harry nodded.

“Yes!” we all yelled. None of us had slept in a real bed in weeks.

“When do you think they’re going to-,” Zayn started but was cut off by a car pulling up and stopping in front of us. The doors flow open.

Five girls climbed out of the back seat. They were aged from fifteen to nineteen and they looked like they were about to scream out of pure joy. But when the passenger door opened and the guy got out, I almost screamed out of pure dread.

The car drove away leaving me in a park with five crazed girls, my best friends boyfriend, my step brother, my Fuck Buddy, Zayn, the father of my child, and, somehow, my ex-boyfriend.

“Well,” I muttered to myself, “this is going to be fun.”

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“Brittany, go and hang out with Joey,” Zayn said to me after an hour.

“You see, I would, but I really don’t want to.”

“Please? For me?” Zayn asked and gave me puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but you’re an arse hole,” I said and stood up from the picnic table I was sitting at. I walked over to the playground and sat on the swing next to Joey.

“So, you’ve been avoiding me for an hour, what made you finally come over here?” Joey asked.

“Well, firstly, I’ve been avoiding you for about two years, and secondly, Zayn asked me to keep you company.”

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked.

“You never gave me a reason to why you broke up with me,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if he heard me or not, but when I turned my head, he had a guilty look in his eyes.

“I have commitment issues,” he muttered and I laughed.

“Well, to be fair, I was a lot to handle at the time.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“The whole, um, the whole Brett thing,” I said and felt tears come to my eyes.

“Oh my god,” he muttered to himself, “I never even thought of that.” When he noticed I was crying, he got off his swing and gave me a hug. “I’m a complete arse. I’d never have done that if I would have remembered. I mean, what kind of jerk breaks up with a girl when she’s just lost her baby?”

“Really stupid jerks,” I told him and he chuckled.

“I’m so sorry. I feel like a terrible person.”

“You’re not that terrible of a person,” I said and the hug ended.

He went and sat back on his swing and asked, “So, you’re pregnant again?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s the dad?”

I looked at him in complete shock. “Joey, are you serious? Like, how did you even win the drawing to be here?”

“Well, I wanted to see you, so I entered and somehow I won.”

“You really don’t know who my babies belongs to?”

“Babies?” he asked.

“Yeppers.”

“Are one of them,” Joey said and pointed over to where the boys where at, “the dad?”

“Yes,” I answered simply.

“Which one?”

“Guess.”

“Ummmmm, Neil?”

“What!” I screamed. “You don’t even know their names?”

“My sister tried to teach me them, but I never really remembered.”

“Okay, well, no, it’s not Niall’s. He’s my step brother. Guess again.”

“The tan one with quiff?”

“That’s Zayn, and no. He’s in a relationship with Perrie Edwards from Little Mix.”

“Is Little Mix from Britain’s Got Talent?”

I face palmed. “No you twat, they won the X-Factor. And if you didn’t know this, One Direction got third place in the X-Factor in 2010.”

“Is it the one with the curly hair?”

“No, but I’m going to have you guess his name. Here’s your hint, his name is practically the most recognizable part of him.”

“Harry?”

“Yes.”

“My sister is in love with Harry.”

Everyone’s in love with Harry.”

“Okay, so, there’s only two left, correct?”

“Yes, and one of them is dating Meghan, and I’m apparently getting married to the other. Guess wisely.”

“Married?”

“Yeah, they’re having fun planning my wedding. Now guess.”

“Okay, ummm, the one that doesn’t have a shaved head.”

Ding Ding Ding, we have a winner,”  I announced.

“What’s his name?”

“It’s Louis. And the other one is named Liam.”

“Okay.”

“I suggest that you try and remember their names for the next four or so hours, because if you call one of them the wrong name, those five girls will probably attack you.”

“Brittany!” I heard someone scream. I looked to where the voice was coming from and I saw Harry running towards me.

“That’s Harry right?” Joey asked and I nodded.

A few seconds later, Harry was standing in front of me holding my hand and panting. “Brittany, will you please pretend to girlfriend? My Libby is freaking me out, and she felt me up, and it’s getting kind of creepy and I’m pretty sure it will all stop if she thinks that Barry is real,” he said very quickly. He turned his head to look behind him. A blonde seventeen year old was about a hundred feet away. “Please say yes because if you say no then I’m going to kiss Joey here and I really doesn’t want people to think that I’m gay.”

“Of course I’ll be you’re fake girlfriend Harry,” I said to him and stood up. “All you ever had to do was ask,” I added.

“Thank god,” he said and then grabbed my face and kissed me right as Libby got to us.

Libby and Joey both looked shocked.

“Barry’s real?” Libby asked. She looked a little hurt.

“I’m sorry to say, but yes, it is,” Harry replied.

“B-but I thought that when you announced it at the concert you guys were just joking.”

“We only announced it to see how everybody would respond. When we saw that no one like it, we pretended it was all a joke,” I lied.

“Oh, okay,” she said quietly and turned around and started walking away.

When she was out of hearing distance, I looked at Harry and said, “Harry, this is a once in a life time experience for her. You need to go and hang out with her or I will become your fake ex-girlfriend. Do you understand?”

He nodded, kissed me again, and then ran off after Libby.

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An hour or so later, I got a series of texts from Harry.

 

 

Didn’t stop her

 

She felt me up again

 

I called us a cab, it’ll be here in five minutes

 

Go and tell everyone goodbye

 

FYI, we’re going to my house

 

It’ll be just you and me

 

And your services as my buddy will be required

 

 

“I have to go,” I told Joey.

“Oh, okay,” he said and gave me a hug, then I walked over to the road where Harry was sitting, waiting for the cab.

I sat down next to him and asked, “Do you have a bath tub at your house, mansion, castle, thing?”

“I do, why do you ask?”

“Well, because I haven’t taken a bath since the tour started, and I would love that to change.”

“I haven’t taken one since then either. Wanna save water and take one together?”

“No Harold, I would not. You bath alone, but you can shower with a buddy.”

“Well then, since we’ll be getting to my house two hours before anyone else, wanna save water and shower with me?”

“Okay, Harry, I’m going to be honest,” I said and then looked around to make sure that no one could hear me. “If I’m going to have sex, then I’m going to have sex on a bed.

“I’m okay with that,” Harry told me and then the cab pulled up.

Louis noticed and jogged over to us. “Where are you going?” he asked.

I looked at Harry and he had an ‘Oh crap,’ look on his face. But, unlike him, I had actually thought of a good reason for why we were going to leave.

I stood up and gave Louis a hug. Then, when I talked I made it would like I was crying. “Louis, I’m sorry but I just can’t be here. I know Joey. He’s my ex and I can’t stand to be around him any longer. It just hurts too much.”

“It’s okay Sweetheart,” he told me and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “It’s okay.”

I pulled back from the hug and wiped away fake tears. “I’ll see you at Harry’s,” I said, and he nodded, then I followed Harry into the waiting cab.

“I feel terrible for lying,” I told Harry after a few minutes.

“The way you talked, it didn’t sound like lying.”

“That just makes me feel worse.”

“Did you really know Joey?”

“Yeah, he’s my ex.”

“Ex as in how long ago and why did you break up?

“We dated in my junior year, and then he broke up with me. I didn’t know the reason until today, when I asked.”

“What was the reason?”

“Apparently he has commitment issues.”

“Well, I can tell you one thing,” Harry said to me. “Louis doesn’t have commitment issues.”

“Are you going to keep trying to get me to tell Louis that I’m kind of, sort of, in love with him?”

“Oh, so know you’re using the 'L' word?”

“Just answer my question.”

“Yes, I am. And one day you two are going to be married, and happy, and have a family together.”

“I really hope that’s true,” I muttered quietly to myself.

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