Secret Sister - Harry Styles Fanfiction

I’m home schooled. I don’t have any friends now. I’m not allowed out of the house. My name is Rhiannon Anne Griffiths – Bowen but my adoptive name is Rhiannon Anne Payne. And I am a secret. And both my biological and adoptive families won’t tell me why…

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2. Chapter 1

Rhiannon's POV

 

The sky was a soft baby blue, dotted with white cotton balls that drifted in the air above. The sun shone down on a secluded house on a grassy hill with only a dirt road and rolling land surrounding it. Butterflies roamed around the single dirt pathway, landing and then propelling themselves back in the air in mere seconds. A baby sparrow called for its mother from its nest that rested on a low lying branch of an old birch tree. A feral cat looking hungrily at the baby bird, its muzzle caressed by a moist pink tongue.


I couldn’t help but notice all these beautiful things that lay just on the other side of the glass. They were so close, yet so far away. So attainable but out of my reach at the same time. Oh, what I would give to go outside, even for only a minute. I know my parents would never allow that, in fear of me being seen. Of the secret being plastered on tabloids. No, they couldn’t afford that.


I moved away from the window and started top wander aimlessly throughout the quiet house. I was off in my own thoughts and consumed by my daydreams of going outside. I somehow made my way to the white front door. I started at the handle. All I would have to do is turn it. I t would be that easy. I would be out. I would be free! My hand inched ever so slowly to the handle, a result of my indecisiveness.


“Rhiannon! Please come to the living room for your calculus lesson for the day!” My adoptive Mothers shrill voice echoed throughout the hallway which reminded me of an asylum once described in a book. Although she tried to hide her British accent, it still hinted in her words.


“Coming, Mother!” I called out. I rushed down the white and cream hallway to the living room. But something caught my eye. I screeched to a halt and stepped back to the object on the table.


I had only seen one though countless hours of reading and my blurred memories. I never thought that Father would allow one in the house. Its name throbbed in my ears. It’s beautiful five letter name. Phone.


But before I could stop myself or even think about what I was doing, I reached out and grabbed the smooth phone off the dock and cradled it in my hands. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of the numbers. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to get out of this prison. My adoptive brother knew we didn’t own a phone, yet he gave me his phone number anyways. Often when I missed him, I would get the scrap of paper and read his number. I don’t know how to explain it, but when I read those seven numbers, excluding the area code, I felt like he was with me. I slowly and steadily pocked those six numbers in and hit the green button with the word ‘CALL’ plastered on it. The phone started making a ringing noise. It rang three times then stopped.


“Hello?” A crystal clear voice came though the receiver from what I remembered. I could see him perfectly in my head... My big brother.

 

“Liam…” I managed to choke out.


“Rhiannon, is that you?” He sounded as if he couldn’t believe it. We haven’t seen each other in over seven years.


I nodded, waiting for his response, but it was only then that I realized that he couldn’t see me. “Yes.” I whispered.


“When did Mum get a phone?” He questioned.


I kept my voice low. “I’ll explain everything later. Right now I need your help.”


After a few seconds, Liam answered. “I’m listening.”


“I want you to help me get out of here.” I said, closing my eyes afraid that he would say no.


“Anything for my little sister.” He breathed.


Mother called me once again. “Find a way to get here. I’ll be waiting for you in front of the house at midnight.”


“Okay, but there’s something I-“


I could hear my Mothers feet making their way down the hall. “I have to go. Love you, Liam. Bye!” I clicked the red button that said ‘END’ on it. There was no more sound coming from the receiver. I quickly set the phone back in its dock and stared at the painting to the left of the table.


I acted surprised when my Mother appeared next to me. I claimed I had been distracted by the marvellous painting and was admiring its beauty. Incredulously, she believed me. I spent the whole lesson planning out the night in my head. Somehow I still managed to pay attention to my adoptive Mother and her teachings.


When 10:30 came around, I grabbed my duffle bag and stuffed three changed of clothes, my hair brush, my toothbrush and toothpaste, an extra pair of shoes, my diary and a picture of Liam and me, when he was nine and I was three into it. I then took a long shower, seeing that I had time to kill. It was 11:30 when I got out. I changed into a t-shirt, a comfy pair of sweats, trainers and a sweatshirt. I put my brown hair into a ponytail and slung my bag over my shoulder. It was five minutes until pick up time. I tiptoed to the front door and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it.

 

A wave of cool air came in and crashed over me. I could hear crickets singing their song and fireflies lit up the yard. I stepped outside of the house and gently closed the door behind me. I walked down the hill until I was meters from the road. Within minutes, a silver car pulled up and stopped in front of me. The passenger’s window was rolled down. Liam was in the driving seat.

 

"Get in." My adoptive brother told me. Without saying a word, I got in the passengers seat and placed my bag next to me.

 

"Thank you so much, Liam."

 

"No problem, Rhi." He looked back at me and smiled. "You've grown so much!" He gushed at me.

 

I smiled and a faint blush crossed over my cheeks. "I know. But that's what you get if you don't see someone in over seven years." After that, it turned quiet in the pitch black car. We had been driving for around twenty minutes when a question came to mind. "Where are we going?"

 

"To mu condo." Liam said without taking his eyes off the road.

 

"What was it you wanted to tell me?"

 

"Er, how do I say this?" He questioned himself. He briefly looked over to me. "We're... Not going to be living alone."

 

I gasped. "You eloped!?"

 

"Lord no, Rhiannon! I live with my mates. We're in a band together."

 

"But... but mother told me you left because of me, because you hate me and Father thought I would be a distraction to you." I whispered.

 

Liam looked over at me. It looked like  anger, shock, confusion and disappointment were all muddled on his face. He shook his head. "No! Father and Mother told me I had to live with Grandma Payne. That I didn't have a choice... And later I left her to enter a show called the X Factor. I didn't make it in, along with four other guys. So one of the judges suggested we form a band and enter in the category. So we did, and we got in. We got third place. I guess we conjured a lot of fans during the show because now we're going on tours and releasing albums."

 

"So you're famous?"

 

He nodded his head and bit his lip. I yawned. "Get some sleep. We'll be at the apartment in an hour or so."

 

I leaned my head against the seat belt. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, but I was so tired  it didn't matter. I yawned again and closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered before sleep engulfed me was Liam humming a catchy tune.

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