Wanna Be Loved

When Brittany's mom gets remarried, she got a surprise when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life too complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future? (I Just Want to be Loved, redone)


2. Chapter Two

Brittany's POV


"Hey, so I know that we just met and all, but we're going to be spending the rest of our lives getting to know each other, so do you want to help me fuck with the fans and the paparazzi?" Niall asked a few hours later as we sat and watched Supernatural.

I clicked the spacebar on my computer, pausing the show as I turned to face Niall who was sitting by me on my bed. "Why the fuck would I want to fuck with the poor fans. Do you even know how much shit we go through with you guys?"

Niall thought for a second before responding, but he in no way looked guilty. "You go through shit because we decide to make you go through it. Like the 'Always in my heart' tweet. We did that just to screw with you guys."

I had no control over myself at that moment. My hand decided, completely on its own, to slap the back of Niall's head.


"Fuck you!" I yelled. "That tweet basically started Larry!"

Niall chuckled and shook his head. "It was completely on purpose."

I stared at Niall. "It Larry real?" I asked slowly. I was taken by surprise at the bark of laughter that took place next.

"Not at all," Nail said, shaking his head and chuckling again. "I'm not saying that they haven't done anything like kiss each other, but they're not a couple, they never have been."

"You sure they're not gay together?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

"How sure?"

"One hundred percent."


Niall started to laugh at my frown. "Let me guess, you ship it?"

"I thought it already had a sail," I said with a sigh and Niall continued to laugh at my anguish.

"Well, back to the point, do you want to fuck with people?" Niall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What all would it entail?"

"Basically, it's just us being seen together, but no one knows you're going to be my step sister, so everyone will assume that we're dating. You don't have to if you don't want to. We could squash the rumors right away."

I sat there thinking about the pros and cons for a few moments.

Pro: Everyone will think I'm dating the amazingly talented Niall Horan.

Con(s): I'll get hate

         A lot of hate

         So freaking much hate

         People I know may start to talk about Brett, and then everyone will think of me as a whore


Ehhh, oh well. People can think what they want.

"Sure," I said, finally. "Why not?"

Niall fist-pumped the air, getting really excited before jumping off the bed and running out of the room yelling ,"BRB!"

I rolled my eyes at his antics and pulled out my phone to make a call.

"What time is it?" Meghan croaked as the answered the call.

"Quarter to twelve," I told her and she groaned.

"It's not even noon yet and you called? Fuck off and call me in an hour," she groaned and I chuckled.

"Trust me, you want to know this now."

She sighed. "Fine, what is it."

"Swear to secrecy," I told her and she sighed again.

"I swear."

"Niall Horan's at my house right now and my mom is dating his dad and he's going to be my step brother," I told her all in one breath.

There was silence on the other end.

"Fuck off." The call ended.

I rolled my eyes and laid back on my bed and waited for Niall to get off the phone. It took a while and I almost fell back asleep when Niall walked in.

"So I just got off the phone with Management and they think it's a great way to get publicity," he said, laying on the bed by me.

I turned and faced him, giving him my best are-you-serious face. "Get publicity?" I asked. "Don't you get enough?"

He nodded. "Yeah, way more than enough, but management is never happy, you know?" I sort of shrugged. "Anyways, that thought it'd be a good idea for you to travel around with us and be the person that tweet's out photo's and runs our snapchat and all that." My eyes widened and Niall noticed. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he said quickly and I shook my head.

"No, it's not that, it's just that I didn't really think of me meeting the other four until just now," I said in a disbelieving voice and Niall chuckled for the umpteenth time today.

"They're just normal lads," he explained. "Louis can be an ass, but he loves to play around and can be super sweet sometimes. He also plays soccer. We all do, but mostly him. Harry is a health nut and tells the worst jokes. Sometimes we laugh, just to be nice. Liam is very protective, he's like our dad and he loves to workout. Zayn is quiet and likes to keep to himself. They're normal lads." I rolled my eyes.

"You literally didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. How would you describe yourself? Laughs at everything and never gets full? Loves Nandos and plays golf? You sound like a Directionator. At least you didn't say that Louis likes carrots and Harry's a womanizer."

"...Shut up, at least I don't get obsessed with famous people."



"You say that like I wasn't already aware."

"Wow, you and Louis are going to get along perfectly. You have practically the same personality."

"Well you said he can be an ass sometimes, so was that an insult?" I countered and he shrugged.

"I'm not sure."

I thought about that for a second. "You know what, you compared me to Louis Tomlinson, so I'll take that as a compliment."

Niall rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He turned his head and saw the picture of Brett on the nightstand. He picked it up and looked at it. "Who's this?" he said and I snatched the frame from his hand and held it to my chest, hiding it from him.

"That's a story for another time."

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