Simon Cowell Adopts Me

Taylor was left at the orphanage as a baby and never expects to be adopted, but when Simon Cowell, - aka Uncle Simon - the producer of her favourite band One direction, comes to the orphanage, she doubts that she will get adopted. She was in for a big surprise.


9. A New Sister. And A Boyfriend?

"Awe look at them." A soft Wolverhampton accent whispered.

"It is pretty cute." A Doncaster accent whispered in response.

"Two cuties, these two." A Mullingar accent whispered.

"It's not that cute..." A Bradford accent whispered in distaste.

"Don't be so bitter Zayney-Wainey." Whispered a high female voice I didn't recognize.

"As long as Harry didn't try anything, it's cute." Whispered the voice of my dad.

I opened my eyes to Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn, Dad and a girl that I didn't recognize that looked to be 6 or 7 years old standing over me and Harry in the den.

"The princess awakes!" Exclaimed Louis.

"I thought her name was Taylor?" Said the little girl.

"It is, but Louis is being silly and teasing her, understand?" Dad told her.

The little girl nodded. "I get it daddy."

The little girl had - wait. Daddy?

I leaned up on my elbow and looked at Dad confused. "Why did she call you daddy... Dad?"

"Well, yesterday, while I was out I visited an orphanage near your old one and adopted Brianna here." He motioned towards the little girl.

I nodded. "Well then I guess I'm your big sister." She smiled big and started to hug me but I stopped her. "I don't wanna disturb him." I looked back at Harry.

"Otay sissy." She said.

I noticed that she had curly hair, but it was loose curls not tight spirals, and big brown eyes. Almost the opposite of me.

Slowly and carefully with the help of the rest of the boys, I managed to slide out from under Harry's arm without disturbing him.

I smiled as I stared at him and grabbed my phone from the floor and took a picture of him.

"Taylor?" Zayn asked me when the rest of the boys and Brianna left.

"Yeah Zayney-Wainey?" I teased.

"Why do you have Harry's sweater?"

"Oh, um... I might have stolen it. Then he might have chased me and then let me keep it..." I looked down.

"It looks good on you, really."

"Uh, thanks."


We stood in silence for a while.

"I'm gonna go get some food..."

"Oh, yeah sure."

He left.

I sat on the floor in front of Harry waiting for him to wake up.

"You're wearing my sweater."

I looked up at the Cheshire accented boy who'd just woken up and had the best groggy/morning voice I've ever heard.

"On the contraire. You gave it to me last night."

"Did I?" I nodded. "Oh. Hmm, I'd forgotten."

"It's okay. 'Cause you're not getting it back." I smirked before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

I could hear him shuffling and stumbling behind me trying to catch up.

Laughing I entered the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and pouring some Cornflakes into the bowl.

I grabbed the milk and poured it over my cornflakes and grabbed a spoon after putting the milk away.

I carried it into the dining room and sat dawn next to Niall.

"You really do eat a lot don't you?" I asked him.

He looked up at me. "Well, yeah."  He gestured to the many bowls and plates around him.

I rolled my eyes and kept eating my cornflakes.

A minute later Harry stumbled in and sat next to me scooting his chair closer to me and put an arm around my waist making me blush.

"Did you get me anything?" He asked.

"No. Get it yourself Harold, I'm not a maid."

He rolled his eyes and got up and walked back into the kitchen.

Niall was looking at me like 'what was that?'

"What?" I asked as I scooped some cornflakes onto my spoon and shoveled it into my mouth.

"You and Harry. Acting weird since last night. Did he ask you to date him or something?"

"No. Why would you even assume that?"

He shrugged and kept eating.

Weirdest question. Ever.


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