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?


12. Niall?

A.N. I'm so sorry about not updating in more than a week! There has been SOOO much going on in my life. My mother dearest had a conference with my lit. teacher. She pretty much told us I'm 'unprepared and have no idea what's is ever going on in class'. Oh of course she's right. Not like I make STRAIGHT A'S  IN ALL MY OTHER CLASSES AT THE SECOND BEST SCHOOL IN THE FUCKING COUNTRY. Well, she gave me a D in the class. I want the keep my grades up, but she is being a bitc-ad person. Were learning about Greek gods. She says we will appreciate art about the subject when were older. Like when I'm 30 I'll walk up to a statue of Zeus and be like "Thank God I learned about Greek and Roman Gods when I was in (insert grade you think I'm in because I'm not telling you yet tehehe)". Sorry for the rant just needed to tell you that. Also about the contest to be a character in my story: I'll tell you more in the next chapter sorry. I'm listening to Ed Sheeran to calm me down.  Rant done. 

 I wake up to the sound of the angelic voice of Wake Me Up by Ed Sheeran. I lie there peacefully when I realize how long I've been sleeping. It's almost 6:00. I assume Harry will be here at any minute. I quickly choose a chevron dress (whole outfit on Polyvore link in Chapter 8). I try to brush my hair while putting on makeup. That doesn't work out. I decide to do my makeup first. I really don't wear much makeup besides eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and maybe natural eyeshadow.  

  I put on barely any eyeliner on my top eyelid then some on my waterline. I use bright red lipstick and line my lips with a darker color. I put a dark tan color all over my lid, then a darker brown on the outer corner. I add a bit of highlight on my inner corner and some on the arch of my brow bone. I quickly straighten my dark hair and slip on some tan flats with a black tip. 

 I start feeling butterflies in my stomach as I put a few mints in my neon pink purse. I take a tylenol because my head is hurting. I sit down on my bed to wrap my head around things. I won a contest to see Little Mix in concert. A new boy named Josh likes me and knows my...story. When I was on the plane to LA I sat by Harry Syles. that was the part I had trouble believing, even though it happened to me. He asked me to dinner. Harry Styles asks me to dinner. He said I was pretty. He is now coming to pick me up.

 I have a chill shock through my body. I stand up abruptly as I hear a knock on the door. I walk over, but before I open the door, I count to three. Old habit. I open the door as Harry is about to knock again. He is wearing a full tux. He holds eight bright roses in his hands. I set them on the counter.

 "Thank you, Harry" I say.

 "No problem" He says.

 "You look... gorgeous" Harry says out of breath. I feel myself blush.

 "Do you care I stop by my room? I forgot my keys." He solicits. (random big word tehe) 

 "Course not" I say with my head down. He leads us next door and holds the door open. The room smells of cigarette smoke and delivery pizza. Zayn is on the couch playing what looks like Call of Duty. He looks me up and down. 

 "Nice" Zayn says holding out his fist to Harry to bump. Harry glares at him. Zayn puts his hands up in innocence. Harry grabs his keys from the wall and walks out the door. I follow him. We take the elevator down to the lobby. Harry finally speaks up as we walk to the car. 

 "Sorry about the Zayn, he can be a bit... inconsiderate." 

 "It's fine. What time is the concert by the way?"

 "The concert is kind of late. It starts at 10:30, and I have to pick Zayn up after dinner, too" Harry explains.

 "Ok. So where are we going to dinner?" I asks again.

 A small spreads across his face. "You'll see" 

 He opens the passenger side door in his Range Rover. He turns on the radio only to hear the steady seven beats then the tapping on a cow bell.   


 "What?" He asks. "I like that song" Harry says shrugging.

 We drive into the parking lot of the restaurant. I didn't see to name. When I get out, I see the name of the restaurant is called Totoraku. He puts his arm around my small waist. He opens the door for me. 

A sharply dresses woman runs to us and asks Harry name. She seemed unalarmed at his answer. She guides us over to a table. 

 I look at the table next to us. Niall Horan is sitting at it which flutters my heart, but that's not what surprises me the most. When his date sees me, we both immediately stand up a embrace in a tight hug. A tear slips from my eye. 



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