Simon's Daughter

The boys of One Direction never knew Simon had a daughter and Simon wanted to keep it that way. Simon was very overprotective of his daughter and knew that one of the boys would try to win her over, which gave him the idea of "hiding" her from the boys.

*It may seem pretty lame in the beginning, but it gets better :)*


7. Chapter 7

Christa's POV:
I woke up finally after sleeping in a little. I sat up on the bed and stretched while I yawned. Suddenly, I remember all of last night's events: sneaking out, Julia getting drunk, and Niall helping me take her home. Just thinking about it made my head hurt a little. I looked over to the bedside table and picked up the small piece of paper with Niall's number. I grabbed my phone from under my pillow, and quickly entered it into my phone. I finally got up, and made my way into Julia's room across the hall. As soon as I entered I heard moaning and groaning.

"Ow..." Jules sounded as if she was about to cry.

"Shouldn't have gotten piss drunk." I chuckled, and sat at the end of her bed.

"Shut the hell up, I'm not in the mood." She snapped back at me.

"Yeah, I can see. Now take the Advil, before your head gets worse." I pointed towards the Advil tablets and the glass of water I set there last night, and she took it. The water probably wasn't cold anymore, but that was the least of her worries. I pulled out my phone and shot a text to Niall.

To: Niall
From: Me
'Hey Niall, it's Christa. Ms. Cranky pants is fine, her head is just hurting is all. :)'

To: Me
From: Niall
'I feel bad. We shouldn't have left her at the bar last night. :/ '

To: Niall
From: Me
'Eh, she deserved it, trust me. ;P '

To: Me
From: Niall
'The lads and I are going to Starbucks, if you can pry her off of her bed, you two should come :) xx'

To: Niall
From: Me
'Sounds like a plan! We'll be there soon!'

I smiled and put my phone aside.

"Who are you texting?" Julia asked me, covering her face with a pillow. I noticed she still had on her clothes from last night.

"Niall. He told me to tell him how you're doing this morning before he left last night." shrugged.

"Wait, Niall was here last night?" she asked surprised. Oh yeah. She was drunk, she couldn't have remembered.

"Yepp. After we saw you drunk at the bar, we took you home. He carried you all the way into the cab, and all the way up to your bed. Sweet, isn't he?" I smiled widely at her while she just frowned.

Julia's POV:
Did Niall really do that last night? Well Christa would never lie to me, so I guess he did. I needed to thank him for what he did. He didn't have to. Why did he anyways?

"Get up." Christa pat my shoulder and stood.

"Where are we going?" I asked, rubbing my temple.

"Starbucks. The boys will be there, too." she smiled and winked.

"I could use a coffee I guess." I sighed and sat up carefully, feeling the pain start to dissolve from my head.
After taking my shower, I walked over to my closet and grabbed the most comfortable and simple thing I could find, and put it on . I needed the dark shades to help cover up the bright light that would shine in my eyes. I looked like a bum.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road!" Christa tried to say excitingly. I gave her a look filled with no expression. Lucky her, she wasn't hungover and dressed nicely, I must say.

"Chris, we're just going to Starbucks, why do you need all of that?" I asked her, frowning.

"Because I'm not hungover and can dress any way I want to." she smirked and I followed her downstairs and outside to my car.
There was a small amount of paparazzi outside, but I didn't care. I could already see the boys sitting down in the corner, with sweats and beanies trying not to be seen. We walked in, and Christa waved to them, while I went in line. "When did you become so close to them?" I asked, with attitude in my voice.

"Last night, when you were at the bar." she said back, noticing my tone. She walked over to Niall and the rest of the boys and sat at the table beside them. I looked back at the cashier and she instantly recognized me.

"OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE-" I cut her off, so nobody would notice who I was. Just because One Direction hadn't known about me, other people did.

"Please, keep your voice down. I can't let anybody see me, okay?" I told her. Her voice also made my head hurt so that didn't help. I still had my shades on, so I was curious as to why she still knew who I was. Hm, whatever. I gave her my order and went to sit over with the group. "I ordered for you, Chris." I mumbled as I sat down across from her.

"Thanks, Jules." she said, and she instantly turned her head around and kept talking about something unimportant to me.

"Julia?" one of the employees called out. I walked over and she nodded at me, giving me my order. Christa's coffee, my coffee, and a blueberry muffin. Mm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone sit down by me.

"Christa-" I began, but I looked up and saw that it wasn't Christa. It appeared to be Niall who switched seats with Christa.

"Hey, Julia." he smiled up at me, and I smiled back.

"Niall, I just wanted to say thank you for-" I was cut off by the cute irish boy.

"No worries." he shrugged his shoulders. As if he remembered something funny, he started chuckling lightly.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked as I sipped some more of my coffee.

"Oh, nothing. Just when you cupped my face and told me I was 'so sweet'." he tried mocking my voice, and I kicked him under the table, hiding back my laughter.

"I do not talk like that!" I said, starting to giggle a little.

"You do too!" he argued with me.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes playfully and began picking at my muffin. "Wanna split it?" I asked looking down at my blueberry muffin. He nodded, and I split it in half. He picked at a piece of my side of the muffin and I scoffed.

"Hey, that was on my side!" I giggled and pretended to whine.

"Did you want it back?" he asked trying to sound sympathetic.

"Yes!" I replied. Before I knew it, he tossed the piece of muffin at me and I gasped. "Niall!"

"What? You said you wanted it back." he shrugged and chuckled at my expression.

Liam's POV:
"What do you suppose they're doing over there?" I asked as the boys and I turned to look over at Julia and Niall.

"Aw, they look so adorable!" Christa said, snapping a picture of them on her phone. I could see Harry's eyes filled with jealousy. He looked, down and went on his phone. I couldn't tell what he was doing but I saw some sort of picture with Julia and Niall last night at the club. It was a picture of Julia cupping Niall's face when she told him he was sweet, and Christa stood behind them. Paparazzi must have took tons of pictures of Julia. I just shrugged it off and looked away.

Julia's POV:
Niall and I sat there just talking for what seemed like hours. He was a really nice guy and I couldn't get over how amazing his eyes were! Interrupting our conversation, I felt my phone buzzing and I looked down to see who it was. "I'll be right back, I have to take this." I told Niall. I got up and walked out of Starbucks standing by the door.

"Hello?" I asked nervously.

"Julia, come to my office immediately. We need to have a serious talk." my father said, and with that, he hung up without letting me answer. I let out a heavy sigh and made my way back inside.

"Niall, sorry I have to go. My dad wants me to meet him in his office." I rolled my eyes.

"Well actually, the lads and I were just about to head over there." His face lit up with a large grin.

"Oh, okay. Well I guess I'll meet you guys over there?" I smiled back at him.

"You sure will!" He got up from his chair and motioned for the boys to go, and I did the same with Christa.
As we arrived, I could practically hear my heartbeat. I had no idea what my father wanted to talk about and I've never been more scared in my life. Everyone entered his office, and we all saw my father sitting in his chair looking down at something on his phone. We all stayed silent as he turned his phone for all of us to see.

It was a picture of me cupping Niall's face while I was drunk, and the boys and Christa were just standing in the back.

I couldn't even imagine what he would do. Kill me? Possibly.




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