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?


14. Plane Home

 I knew I shouldn't have taken that little blue pill. I swish the blankets off my body and attempt to stand. I'm shaky. I look down at my clothes. It scares me to know how I changed into a tank top pair of sweatpants that are four sizes too big for me... but I have bigger problems. I don't even know where I am. I see some white slippers next to my bed and slip them over my frozen feet. 

 I cautiously open the door of the room in which I awoke. I creep out slowly and down the hall silently. When I round the corner, I smell pancakes. I see Harry's back turned away from me. He doesn't have a shirt on. Before I could move he turn towards me.

 "Hey, Harpies! I didn't know you were up. I made some pancakes and bacon if you're hungry." He says returning to the food.

 I wanted to be mad at him but... there was something in his voice that made me want to go hug him. 

 "Uh not that hungry. Lose of appetite is a side effect of taking ecstasy, you know." I say trying to keep my voice low. 

 "Is your mouth sore too?" He asks.

 "Yep." I answer.

 He opens a cabinet above him and shuffles through it. He pulls out a bottle of something that is unmarked. I shakes two tablets out and holds his hand out to me.

 "Do you expect me to take those?" I ask with a huff.

 "Ya, if you want to feel better." 

 "Do I hear some sass?" I ask authoritively.

 "Hey just be happy I let you sleep here and take you away from that concert. You could have been arrested!" He says waving a spatula in the air like a weapon.

 "What happened at the concert?" 

 "You don't remember?" 

 "Well, you did drug me." I tell him sarcastically.

 "In order to drug someone that person can't know. You took it willfully." He did have a point, but I want to know what happened after I willfully took the drug.

 "But, you were so distracted by the 'pretty colors' you didn't hear a woman tell you to watch out when she spilled her drink on you. You were so irritable you whipped around and punched her in the bridge of the nose." He pauses to flip a pancake. "Someone called security and I didn't want to leave you alone so I brought you back here. You immediately fell asleep on my bed so I slept on the couch, but I was planning on that anyway." He explains.

 "Really? I haven't punched anyone since eighth grade." I say reminiscing.

 "Also, how the hell did I magically change clothes?" I ask like a mother would ask her child why he was late for curfew.

 A smirk crosses his face. "Well, I didn't want you to sleep in your pretty clothes so I let you change into some of mine."

 "Ya, I was capable of doing that myself." I say; my eyebrow arched slightly.

 "I might have helped i bit..." I arch my eyebrow more prominently.

 "Fine! But I didn't see anything... I might not have seen anything." He says, his smirk returning.

 I whack him in the shoulder. He raises his arms and one leg into a crane position with his pancake-flipping weapon in one hand while saying ''Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh''.

 "You are such a five-year-old." I say giggling.

 "A five-year-old who can cook damn good pancakes" He says pointing the spatula at me.



 After having a nice breakfast, I decide to take a shower because I feel dirty. I undress and step into the all around glass shower. I inspect the nozzles and choose the one with a red label on it. Wrong decision.  Fire water pours from the from the shower head. I squeal as it hits me. A few seconds later. I hear a knock on the door. 

 "Need some help?" Harry says. 

 I step onto the bathroom mat and wrap a towel around myself. I walk to the door and unlock it. Harry comes in stumbling with his hand over his eyes. 

 "I have a towel around me you know." I say after he bumps into the cabinet; hitting his shin. 

 "That would have been wonderful for you to tell me that before I smashed my knee into the sink!" He says with his voice dripping with sweetness.

 "This one turns it on, this one makes it hotter, this one colder." He says pointing to different nozzles. 

 "Thanks!" I say as he walks out the bathroom. 

 I turn the water to slightly scalding.  I wash my body with something that smelled girly. I look at the label. It says Our Moment Body Wash. Why am I not surprised? I rinse myself off and turn the nozzles all the way to the left like Harry had said.

 I pad across the hall to the room I slept in. I put on the clothes I had been wearing before I took a shower. When I'm dressed, I walk out the of the room to see Harry lounging on the couch. 

 "Could you drive me to the airport around 1:00? My plane leaves at 3:00. " I ask Harry.

 "You do know that it's almost 2:20, right?" He says.

 "Crap! I'll never make my flight!" I yell.

 "Don't worry, Harpies! I know a guy." He says grabbing his phone from the coffee table. He dials a number and has a ten second conversation. 

 "K, let's go!" Harry says charging towards the door. 

 "But I have to get my stuff from my hotel and check out and-"

 "I get everything sorted out. Just calm down." He says dialing another number. 

 A car honks outside his house. Harry hangs up and directs me to the door. He greets a driver of a black van. Harry opens the door of the van for me and assures me he will have my stuff.

 The driver leads us through alley and tunnels until we finally get to the airport. We park behind the building where the driver had to show his ID to get into. He takes me through some doors and skimming through private security. Then, he hands me off the a woman who then guides me through the terminal and onto the plane. 

 I look at my phone. 2:30. Damn, they're good. I sit down in my assigned seat and let my head rest on the back of the seat. I really hope I won't see any more international popstars.



 I don't really feel like writing an A.N. but I really want to hear from my lovely Quiglians so comment, make some cover, and kik me for anything! (srly guys ANYTHING) AND ERMERGERD MIDNIGHT MEMORIES GOOD GOD IF YOU HAVEN'T HEAR IT I ASSUME YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK



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