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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50. Tea Time With Ellen

Meghan put her hands on my shoulders and said, “Brittany, calm down!”

I put my hands on her shoulders and said, “Meghan, I am completely calm. You need to calm down right now.”

“I can’t! We’re going to be on telly!”

“Meghan, calm. Okay, calm. If you’re going to freak out, freak out when we’re going to meet Ellen. We’re about to have tea and talk with a nine and a six year old. I think you can handle that.”

“Okay, okay,” she said and took a deep breath. “I’m calm, I’m calm.”

“You guys can go on now,” Paul said and Meghan and I walked out calmly.

There were two little couches set up, and one was occupied by two little kids dressed in pink toto’s. Meghan and I sat down on the other one and the girls looked at the camera and said, “This is Tea Time with Sophia Grace.”

The other one added, “and Rosie.”

“And todays a little different. We have two guests and their names are Brittany Tom and Meghan Anderson."

“Hi,” Meghan and I said together.

“Will you dress up for Tea Time?” Sophia Grace asked.

“Of course,” Meghan replied.

“Do you have any coustums?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Rosie replied and a guy handed Meghan and I each a fluffy pink toto that we wraped around our waists. Then, we were handed tiaras.

“How do we look?” I asked.

“Like princesses,” Sophia Grace said.

“Really?” Meghan questioned.

“Yes,” Rosie.

“Do you guys like princesses?”

“Yes!” they said together.

“Who’s your favorite?”

Sophia Grace said, “Sleeping Beauty,” while Rosie answered, “Arial.”

“Who’s your favorite princess?” we were asked.

“Well, mine is definatly Sleeping Beauty,” I replied. “What about you Meghan?” I asked my friend.

“Hmmmmm, well, if I had to chose one, it would probably have to be Belle."

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Rosie asked randomly. I looked at Meghan to answer as I went and took a sip of my tea and thought over my own answer. I mean, how are you suppose to explain the fact that your pregnant and not in a relationship with the father to a nine and six year?

“I do actually,” Meghan replied. “And you do you know who it is?”

“Liam Payne of One Direction?” Sophia Grace said quickly.

“It is, how did you know that?”

“Rosie and I read it in a magazine.”

“What about you Brittany?” Rosie asked and I had to hold myself back from giving a six year old my death glare.

“No, not currently.”

“But aren’t you pregnant?”

“I am.”

Sophia Grace seemed to understand that I really didn’t want to answer, so she kind of  changed the subject and asked, “Are you having a boy or a girl? And is the daddy Louis Tomlinson? I think I read somewhere that he was the daddy.”

“Well, you’re right, Louis is the daddy. And I’m having both a boy and a girl.”

“Twins? Really? How exiting!” Rosie announced.

“I know!”

“So, are you two British?”

“Yes,” Meghan and I replied.

“Can you two do an American accent for us?”

“Only if you do one first,” I said.

Then, Sophia Grace started talking in a semi good American accent. “Hi, my name is Sophia Grace and I’m in love with One Direction.”

“Thank was really good,” Meghan told her and I nodded.

Rosie started talking in her American accent also. “My name is Rosie and I love One Direction too!”

“Your turn,” Sophia Grace said to us.

When Meghan started talking, she failed horribly. “Hi, my name is Meghan and I too, love One Direction.”

“Nice try Meghan,” I told her sweetly.

“Like you can do better,” she replied.

“Hi,” I said in my American accent, “my name is Brittany and I love One Direction. I can also speak in an amazing American accent because I was born an American.”

“You were born in America?” Rosie asked in shock.

“Yeah, I was born in Nebraska and I moved to England when I was thirteen.”

“Well thank you Brittany,” Sophia Grace said to me.

“And thank you Meghan,” Rosie added.

“I’m Sophie Grace.”

“And I’m Rosie.”

“And this has been Tea Time.”

“Bye bye,” they said to us and waved.

“Bye bye,” Meghan and I replied and waved too.

“Cut!” someone yelled and Meghan and I stood up  and gave Sophia Grace and Rosie a hug, then they ran back stage.

“Nice job girls,” Paul said as he walked over and put an arm around each of us.

“Thank you so much for coming,” I told him. “I know that we’re not your responibilty, but-.” He cut me off.

“Brittany, the boys aren’t your resposibilty, but you take care of them. If either of you ever need my help, I’m just a phone call away, understand?” he asked and we nodded. “Good, now lets take you to see Ellen.”

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“So, I hear that you’re pregnant,” Ellen said a few minutes into the interview.

I had my eyes go wide and I had a look of fake shock on my face. “Why told you that? It was suppose to be a secret.”

“Oh, you know,” she replies, “I have my ways of findinf things out. Just like how I know that Meghan and Liam are dating.”

It was Meghans turn to put on a shocked expression. “Who told you!”

The same person who told me about Brittany.”

“Paul told you,” I said, “didn’t he?”

“I can’t give away my sources, but I have a question for you girls.”

“What is it?” Meghan asked.

“Well, there have been some rumors of a thing called ‘Pregnancy Rules.’ Apparently you two and the boys of One Direction have mentioned them a few times, but they’ve never really been explained. People have came up with rediculus theories, but would you two like to explain the rules?”

“Sure,” I said and looked at Meghan. “Care to start?”

“Not at all,” she replied with a smile. “Okay, so, a few years ago Brittany came up with this thing called the Pregnancy Rules, and there is a leginament fine of 250 pounds if you break them.”

“It’s not them,” I corrented, “There is only one simple rule. Don’t have sex until you’ve been in a relationship for atleast nine months.”

“Why nine months?” Ellen asked.

“Well, heres the thing,” Meghan stated. “If you wait nine months to have sex, which is an incredibly long time to wait, and then you get pregnant, you will have been with the person for as long as you’re going to be with the baby.”

“And then when the baby’s born,” I continued, “Well, if the baby is born, you would have been together for around eighteen months, and eighteen months is a long time. It’s pretty much a long enough time to know if you really want to spend the rest of your life together.”

“Speaking of the Pregnancy Rules,” Meghan said and turned to face me, “I believe that you broke them. Pay up.”

“I would, but I only have American money. I would give you 250 dollars, but it’s not the same as 250 pounds.”

“Fine, but the next time that you have it, you’re going to pay me, alright?”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“I promise Meghan.”

“Speaking of people getting things,” Ellen intrupeted, “I can give the audience a prize.” Then the audience screamed.

“How?” Meghan asked.

“If one of you two can describe what is happening in this picture,” Ellen replied and the telly by us, and the whole entire back wall changed to a picture from yesterday. In the picture, there were only two people. Myself and Harry. And we were kissing.

“Oh my god,” I muttered,  and put my face in my hands.

“So, this picture has been floating around the internet, and apparently it’s from yesterday. No one has confirmed what exactly is happening, or if it’s even real, so I thought I should be the first to know.”

I lifted my head from my hands and Meghan was staring at me with an open mouth.

“You want the whole story?” I asked and everyone, Meghan and Ellen inculded, screamed ‘Yes!’ “Okay, well, yeterday we had this thing where six lucky fans got to spend a few hours with One Direction and myself. There were five girls, one of each boy, and one boy for me. Somehow the boy turned out to be my ex-.” Meghan cut me off.

“Joey!”

“Shhh,” I hushed, “I’m telling a story here. Okay, so my ex, Joey, was the guy. I ignored him for about an hour, then Zayn made me go and talk to him. After a little while, Harry ran up to me and asked me to be his fake girlfriend.”

“Why?” Ellen asked.

“Okay, so I don’t mean to embarres anyone, but he was slightly afraid of his fan, and he thought that if she thought that Barry was real, she would leave him alone. He conviced me to be his fake girlfriend, so we had to kiss to convince her.”

“I like how you say you had to kiss him,” Ellen commented. “Okay, well, since you told us the story about it, you and everyone else gets a prize!”

“What is it?” Meghan and I asked at the same time.

Ellen reached over the side of her chair and pulled a bag onto her lap. “Ellen onesies!” she said and pulled out two onesies with the word ‘ellen’ writen all over it.

She handed the to us and I said, “These are amazing. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Meghan said.

“Well, that’s all the time we have, but when we come back there’ll be Jim Belushi.”

“Cut!” Someone screamed.

 

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It was an hours’ drive from Ellen’s studio to Harry’s house. When we walked in, everyone screamed ‘Meghan’ and practically tackled her. The next thing I know, Liam and Meghan are out the door to go on a date, and I’m left to watch over four boys and a baby.

Five minutes later, the boys are all sitting on a couch and I’m in a kitchen trying to find something to make. Since Harry is never here, there isn’t a lot in his fridge except butter, pickles, mayo, and apple sauce. The only thing that I could find that would actually make a meal was some fun shaped pasta, and spaghetti sauce.

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting around the telly eating dinner. When a commercial came on, Niall paused the show and everyone turned to look at me.

“Brittany, we have recently found out some very important news about you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked slowly.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Zayn questioned.

‘Oh shit,’ I said to myself. ‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They know about Harry and I. Or maybe they know about what happened when I got off that bus. Calm down Brittany. Don’t jump to conclusions.’

“Tell you about what?” I asked.

“You’re a Nebraskan!” Louis yelled.

“Do you even know how many jokes there are about Nebraskans?” Harry asked and I shook my head in relief. “A lot.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you brag about being from Omaha,” Niall said as he read jokes off his phone and everyone laughed.

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when “Back East” means Chicago,” Zayn added.

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you think pheasants are the most beautiful bird in the world.”

“Pheasants are really pretty,” I commented and the boys laughed harder.

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you know that the statue on the dome of the state capital building is actual sowing seeds, not bowling.”

“It doesn’t even look like it’s bowling. If anything it looks like he’s playing American football,” I informed them, but I don’t know if they could hear me over the sound of them laughing at the dumb jokes.

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you know what “knee high by the Fourth of July,” means.”

“I don’t even know what that means,” I told the boys. “But I’m assuming it has something to do with corn.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you know cow pies aren’t made of beef.”

“I thought everyone knew that.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.”

“In my defense,” I said, “tractors move really slow and are hard to pass.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you know several people who have hit deer.”

“Deer are everywhere.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when your school classes were canceled because of the heat.”

“That never happened to me, but it has been canceled because of the cold.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you can actually locate Nebraska on the United States map.”

“It’s not that hard to find. It’s almost in the dead center.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when detassling was your first job.”

“It was a really good way to make money over the summer.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when you know what ‘Cow tipping’ is.”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“You know you’re a Nebraskan when, ummmmm,” Harry muttered.

“All out of the good ones?” I asked and all the boys nodded. “Did you get the jokes out of your system?” The boys nodded again. “Good.”

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