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.


24. Challenge, Won

I did just as Zoey said when I got home, and I locked the door so no one would interrupt my planning. My closet, as it turns out, is full of good clothes I could use for challenges like this. 

In the end, my choice was as follows. Jean short shorts half with a layer of lace, a beige and black polka dotted v-neck crop top, blue suede flats, I left my hair down and wavy with a black slouch beanie over top. I changed out my glasses, putting on black ones, just like the ones he wore.

He was in for it. 

I walked back out, acting calm, and casual, right passed him in the hall, giving him a smile as I went to look for Zoey. 

She was in the living room with Louis. 

"Hey, Zoe? Is this good?" 

"Oh, Taylor, it's per-fect." 

I smiled. "Good, and I want you to tell me every time you see Zayn staring at me, I want to keep a tally." I told her. 

"Okay, and you know, you spent like twenty minutes picking that out. You've only got, like, forty minutes left. That doesn't sound as bad does it?" 

"Not at all, besides, if I set the timer for ten minutes till,  then for the last ten minutes I can be, just as you described." 

"You know, I bet if we wanted, we could take over the world. We're to meticulous with our planning to be ordinary people." 

"I know. I'm gonna go get Zayn. Bring him in here, maybe get it going early?" 

"Great idea." 

I headed back out of the living room and down the hall, well that's another ten minutes gone, thirty minutes left. This is going to be way easy. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a text from Zayn asking me to meet him in his room. That was not happening. 

Nope, come meet me in the living room ;) 

I set the timer as I headed back into the living room, with my back up against the arm of the sofa with my knees up so I could see anyone coming into the living room. 

Five minutes passed then Zayn entered the living room with a smirk on his face that quickly faded as he saw me in said position and Louis and Zoey in the room. 

"Is there a problem Zayn?" I asked, smiling at him. 

"No, why would you think that?" 

"Just asking. Sit down, why don't you? It's better than standing." 

"Sure." He sat down next to me and I looked up at Zoey. 

"Oh, Tay, could you come look at this?" She asked and I got up, stretched and walked over to her. "Two." She muttered. I put it in the tally on my phone. 


"This." She handed me her phone and I read through the random thing she found and let a bit of laughter pass my lips. 



"No problem." 

"Here, that's good. Quite funny. If only, right?" 


I sat down on the floor and stretched out on my back, closing my eyes for a minute and I heard Zoey again. "Five." 

I nodded and put that into my phone. He was seriously losing this challenge. 

We all hung out in there for a while, Zoey calling out numbers every time she caught Zayn staring. I was quite amused when the tally got up into double digits. 

Then the timer went off and I set another one for ten minutes. I opened my eyes and looked over at Zayn. 

"Zayn? Could you come help me up?" 

"Um, sure." He got up and walked over, he stood in front of me, and I stretched out my arms and he grabbed my hands and pulled me up so we were chest to chest. 

"Thanks," I whispered and he nodded, leaning down but I turned away and stretched out. 

"Eighteen." Zoey called out and I added it to my phone when I felt Zayn's arms wrap around my stomach. My exposed stomach. 

"Whatcha doing Zayn?" I asked. 

"Can't I do this?" 

"Well, you can, but I need to go get something, so you have to let go."


I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hands, breaking them apart and stepping forward and walking towards the kitchen where I set about not standing still for too long. Then I came back to the living room and Zoey called out that we were up to nineteen. 

He was not very good at this. 

Finally we got down to the final two minutes. That's when I stepped up my game. 

I sat down next to him and started tracing patterns on his arm. I could feel him shivering, and restraining himself from, doing something. 



"You win. Stop doing this, you win, I give up. Just... Stop." 

"Oh really?" 

"Taylor... Please, before I do something I might regret."

"Two more minutes, well a minute now, I think you can hold yourself over till then." 

"No. I don't think I can." 

"I do. Maybe we could go swimming after?" 

"If that makes you stop, then yes. I'll do anything, just please, stop." 

"C'mon, you can do it. How long Zoey?" 

"Ten seconds." I started counting down in my head. Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two-

Zayn pulled me into a kiss. 

Looks like I won. 

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