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?


17. surprizes

 I roll over in my sleep. I smack something warm and it hisses and bits me. I moan. I realize this is one of the first days I've woken naturally. I smile as I slowly put my feet on the ground and try to stand. I hurts, but I manage to grab my laptop from the dining room table and lie back down I my bed. Today is going to be unproductive day. 


 Somehow, I fall asleep while reblogging GIFs of Harry Styles. I awake with a jolt. I look out my small window and see it's almost dark. I dreamed about opening the note and it saying: Don't move. It's coming. I really don't know why I freak myself out with dreams like this. 

 I, shaking, reach over to my nightstand. I pick up the note and slowly open the folding piece of paper concealed in an envelope. 

I don't want to freak you out, but I have something VERY important to tell you. Do you remember the woman in green turtleneck at the hospital? Well, she's been really good to you and me. She kinda a key element in our living. I'm going to be at The Bohemian at the corner. I assume you know where it is. Every night until I see you, I will be in the corner at a small table with the woman from 4:00-8:00. I hope to see you there. 

 A sloppy signature is written at the bottom of the note. I look at the time. It's almost 5:00. I feel like I shouldn't, but my curiosity takes over. I slip into a loose outfit (Polyvore; chapter 8) and grab my phone. I decide to walk to the cafe.

  I pull my coat tighter against my chest as I continue to walk. I push open the door and hear a jingle above my head. I look for Zayn. He spots me before I even take my coat off. He waves at me and I point to the register. I walk to the counter as he whispers something to the woman beside him. She looks up from playing with her thumbs. A weird expression passes her face. It's a mixture of sadness and something else. 

 I browse the overhead menu and choose an iced Chai tea. I give him the money and his gives me the tea. I sip at it once and walk over to the table and sit down. 

 "Um, hi?" I ask/say. 

 "She has something to tell us apparently. She wouldn't tell me until you were here." Zayn says quickly. 

 "Honey, when I was younger, I was a lot like you. I was independent, smart, and confident. I was younger than you when I fell in love with a wonderful man. He took care of me and soon we married, at age 16. I know, I sound like a complete fool. After that I had a child. I loved him more than anything in the world. He was my world. Then, after a year, I had a little girl. I loved her too... so, so much. But, my husband had an affair with a yoga instructor. I was crushed. I thought he loved me! After that I fell ill. I wouldn't eat or sleep. I was diagnosed with insomnia and cancer. They said I was unstable to take care of two children. I gave them up for adoption. It was best for them... for you" She looks up at us.

 My eyes are almost filled with tears, but they dry up as soon as I hear the last sentence. I look at her then Zayn. The puzzle pieces come together and connect. 



  Hello! Honestly, I LOVE writing, but I had so much to do during Thanksgiving break! Really guys, I enjoy writing sooooooooooooooooooooo much! I love you all very much too!



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