Gwen: A One Direction Fanfiction

My name is Gwen Edwards-Malik, and I'm the daughter of Zayn Malik and Perrie Edwards. Since my parents broke up when I was a baby, I've been splitting time with my dad and One Direction and my mom and Little Mix for longer than I can remember. This summer, I'll be touring with One Direction. The problems: I can't stand my dad's new girlfriend, and the sheer amount of girls that love my dad and his band is ridiculous.

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11. The Next Day

The next day was a very big one. I had been told so when I woke up. I didn't understand anything, just that Uncle Liam would be watching me until everything had finished up. He was in charge of making sure that I didn't leave my room.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. Uncle Hazzah opened the door. "Everything's ready." he winked at me.

I was led out the door and into the kitchen of the cottage.

Erica walked up to me with a smile and hugged me. For the first time that summer, I hugged back.

"The bad news," Dad announced, "is that you're going back to London with your mom today."

I frowned. This was bad. Just as I was getting to be friends with my future stepmom?

"The good news," he continued, "is that your mom and I have agreed to be at least acquaintances instead of all-out enemies. I guess she saw that I still have good taste." he looked smug.

"Now, Gwen." Erica said seriously. "I have something very important to ask of you. Can you handle it?"

"Yeah."

"Would you do the honor of proofreading this letter to my readers?"

I frowned. Probably apologizing in advance for the gossip to come. I nodded anyway. "Sure."

She handed me a printed piece of paper. "Dear Readers," it read,

"I have come to the decision to not be in the business of press any longer. I am getting married in the fall and have a stepdaughter now, as such, I probably will not have the time to keep a popular gossip column any longer. I wish you luck in your lives and hope you will wish me luck in mine.

Sincerely,

Erica Bones"

I looked up. Was this for real?

She nodded. "I was planning this all along. I just gave it some time, to make sure that your dad loved me enough to marry me first, and that you could come to like me while I was still Erica the Journalist."

I hugged her.

That sneaky I-dare-not-say-it.

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