He's my Brother?!

A scarred freshman, Harper Johnson, was the biggest One direction fan ever- her favorite being Harry. She used the music they sang as an escape from her abusive dad, Travis Johnson. Like the average fangirl, she lie in her bed all day checking Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and Youtube and trying to get One Direction to notice her. But finally, after winning a contest, she wins a trip to LA to see a Little Mix concert. But what will happen when on the plane over, she sits next to her idol and life saver, Harry Styles?

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18. He's my Brother?!

 "Are you trying to tell me you're my mom?" I ask with humor in my voice.

 "No. I grew up in a normal family with a sister. You are not my mom." I says.

 "Honey I know it's hard to understand... but the facts are I'm your mom, he's your brother, and you must except that." Well, she does have the stubbornness that I have.

  I realize Zayn has been silent. We both look at him. He mumbles inaudibly.

 "What?" I ask him coming down from slight anger.

 "My mom was a yoga instructor! She was from Chișinău, Moldova and had naturally platinum  blond hair and blue eyes. I never questioned that. I moved out of the house before I ever wondered why I was born with jet black hair and brown eyes." He looks down at his hands.

 "What?! I didn't know that whore and that idiot got you-" Zayn slams his fist on the table. He pushes his chair back.

 "YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO! SHE WAS A BETTER MOTHER THAN YOU COULD EVER BE YOU BITCH!" Zayn screams at the shaking woman. As he storms out the building; he punches a wall. I sit trying to realize what just happened.

 "I d-didn't k-know they won the case." She says on the brink of tears. She slide to her side of the booth she is sitting on and I wrap my arms around her. I watch the door just to see a man crash through the doorway with a gun and shoot the first person he sees.

 

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