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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13. Little Blue Pill

 "I haven't seen you in forever" She says.

 "I know", is all I can utter.

 "So, Harry this is Danielle, Danielle, Harry. Umm, I guess you've met before?" Niall says awkwardly.

 I come back to realization. Danielle and I let go and Harry pulls out a chair for me to sit. Danielle sits down too.

 "So... How do you guys know each other?" Harry asks.

 "Oh," Danielle starts, "I was Harper's babysitter for a few months." Danielle says not breaking eye contact.

 "Yes, when I came home from school everyday, she would babysit me until my parents got home." I say.

 "My parents were very protective of Harper because," I look at her and shake my head and give her a warning look. "because they were gone a lot."

 "What was that?" Harry asks.

 "What was what?" I ask.

 "That look you gave her?" Niall finishes.

 "Oh, that was nothing, It's a girl thing." Danielle says.

 "Chicks are weird" Niall says as the waiter comes around to take drink orders.

 "Hello I'll be your waiter today. What would you all like to drink?"

 "Ugh, we're in the States. I'll just take a Sprite, i guess." Harry says.

 The rest of us choose something along those lines. We have a pretty awkward discussion on the weather and sports until the waiter comes around for food orders. Harry and i both order a steak medium rare. Danielle orders a salad and Niall a cheeseburger. 

"Weird. Most girls I date will order a 'salad without dressing' " Harry says making his voice go high at the last part. I hadn't even thought about ordering something that would make me look skinny. That part of my life is done for.

 When I moved out of my grandma's house, I swore I would treat myself better. I was diagnosed with bulimia and depression when I was 14-years-old. That went on for about two years until I decided I was too good to do those things to myself. I relapsed a few times, but I stayed with it and lost my unwanted weight... honestly.

 "Harper?"

 "Harper? Wakey wakey"

 "Harper!?" Harry says.

 "Hm, what?" I ask coming out of my reminiscences.

 "Do you have a job?" Niall says slowly enunciating every word.

 "Oh, not right now, I'm still going to school."

 "I'm going to the ladies room." I say  excusing myself.

 "Me too" Danielle says taking the hint. We catches up with me as we try to find the bathroom.

 "You haven't told anyone about.. you know." I ask her.

 "No! Of course not." Danielle says.

 "You don't know how much you helped me for those few months." I say.

 "I haven't seen you in so long!"

 "I know, we lost touch after my grandmother won custody" I acknowledge.

 "You understand we tried all we could." Danielle says

 "I know... but she took care of me. I have my own place now."

 "That's great, little Harpy!" Danielle says. She, and only she called me that.

 "I going to a university around here for singing. Niall was a 'surprise guest' in my vocals class. He and I are doing a performance together at the end of the semester. He asked me out for dinner." Danielle explains.

 "I won a contest and won a ticket to a Little Mix concert and a plane ride here for free. Harry was sat in the seat next to me on the plane. He asked if he could take me out for dinner and to take me to the concert. He very nice." I say.

 "Well, since you left, I was asked to be a model for Coach! I did that through high school, but when I moved here, I quit because I was tired of it." She says. Just as I was about to say something else, our waiter comes in to tell us our food is here and the boys are waiting on us.

 "Ok. Tell them we'll be there in a second," I say and she rushes away.

 The real reason Danielle babysitted me all the time was that my parents didn't want anything to happen to me after... you know, what happened with Eve. She would pick me up at school and we would go back to my house. She was always so nice to me even though I was 10 and she was 16. Soon I told her about Eve. She acted as a therapist kind of to me.

 "Hello ladies." Harry says as we walk over. Danielle and I both smile at him in response.

 I look down at the table. All of the food was there, and was probably getting cold. As I sit down I realize how hungry I am. I eat the steak slowly so I don't look like a total pig. Niall does otherwise. We eat in silence and when the waiter comes to ask if we would like dessert. Niall and Harry look at each other. They answer with  a 'no'.

 The waiter comes around with the bill. When Harry and Niall receive the bills, their faces stay expressionless. Harry whips out a black Amex like it's no big deal. Niall pays in cash, which I thought was stupid to carry that much money. Yes, I'm paranoid.

  We leave and Harry and I drive off back to the hotel. When we get back to the hotel, I decide to go back to my room and fix my make-up and change into some more comfortable clothes (on Polyvore). I take off my clothes and put on that were more 'concert appropriate'. When I turn around to the bathroom behind me, I see two boys... jaws dropped to the floor.  I quickly cover myself.

 "What just happened?" Zayn asks Harry, who both have their eyes glued on me.

 "Well, I think we just found us a free stripper!" Harry says.

 "Nice, Harper!" Zayn says.

 "How did you get into my room?!" I ask furiously.

 "Your door was open. We didn't know!" Harry says innocently.

 "Ugh, let's just go." I say, not forgiving them. We all ride the elevator in silence.

 "Shotgun!" Zayn yells as we approach the range rover.

 Great, I get to sit in the back of a car with two boys who have both seen me half naked. I ignore their conversion about paparazzi. I sit in the back of the car checking Instagram on my iPhone. There are hundreds of pictures that I'm tagged on my profile. Awesome. Most of the captions are. 'Harry Styles- New Girlfriend?' or 'Who's our sweetheart's new woman?!'.

  After a half an hour of driving, we finally get the stadium. We almost can't even find a parking place! Before I could even undo my seat belt, Harry has opened my door and had his hand extended.

 "Malady?" Harry says very gentlemanly.

 "Why thank you" I say in a British accent. I giggle as he helps me down. darkness is gaining on us as we walk to the ticket booth.

 "H. Styles." He tells the person. Her eyes widen and she asks him to sign a notebook for her daughter. Right, her daughter....

 "Um, I guess they would be under Johnson?" I asks. She types something into the computer.

 "I don't have anything under Johnson." She says slowly.

 "Well, I won some tickets and-"

 "Oh! Here's your ticket." She says pulling an envelope out from under her desk.

 "Thank you!"

 Harry and I compare seating. We sat right next to each other and we're front row.

 "Wow... that's weird." Harry says.

 We are escorted to our seat by a huge man. The stadium is packed! Hundreds of girl go wild as Little Mix walks onto the stage. Their opening song is Change Your Life. The thing is that Little Mix, One Direction, and Ed Sheeran have actually changed my life. Sadly, all the screaming and loud music has given me a horrible migraine.

 "Hey Harry, do you have any Advil?" I ask.

 "No, but I have something that will make it better a lot quicker than Advil." Harry reaches in his t-shirt collar and pulls out a little blue pill.

 "What? It's not like they're going to let me waltz in with this in my pocket." Harry yells over the girls when he sees the look I give him.

 I know I shouldn't do it, but what could it hurt. Well, yes, my internal organs, but I'm at a concert. Why couldn't I just be a normal, reckless teenager? I should want to do this. I deserve to do this. I do want to do this. 

 I hold out my hand and Harry drops the pill into my hand. 

 "Thatta girl!" He says ruffling my hair. I pop the pill into my mouth as I try to fix my hair. But I catch myself being entranced by the psychedelic lights. I feel my eyes widen as the colors swirl like a paint palette above me. Before I know it Harry is grinding from behind and that is the last thing I remember.

~

 When I awake I'm laying on a cloud. Then I feel it. My jaw is aching. My body is tired and sore, but I somehow can't go to back to sleep. And I'm not hungry at all. What person isn't hungry after a concert? I think.

Someone who has been given ecstasy.

 

A.N.

 Hey.... Please don't throw rocks at me because I haven't updated. But I have a few surprises for my faithful fans. One, I made an ask.fm profile so you guys could ask me some questionssssssssssssssssssssssssss link>>>>>>>>>>>> ask.fm/JadaQuigles. For my non artistically challenged Quiglians, Could you make a cover?? If you could kik me!!!!!!!!!!!! kik: jdlten      Oh and when you're bored you can always talk to your bestfriend Jada tehe. So, ask my questions, makes some covers, and kik me!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm always here to talk about ANYTHING!!!! And you know I mean anything! ILYSM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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