(Liam Payne's adopted sister) Secret Sister -- A Harry Styles Love Story

I'm home schooled. I have no friends. I'm not allowed out of the house. Nobody knows about me. Everyone who knew me before thinks I'm dead. I have no records except birth, adoption and 'death' records. I have no social security number, nothing. My name is originally Rhiannon Anne Griffiths Bowen but my adoptive name is Rhiannon Anne Payne, and I am a secret


2. Chapter 2

Rhiannon's P.O.V


I felt a pair of soft, cool hands shaking me. I grumbled something unintelligible and move away from the person attempting to wake me. I had no intentions of being awake for another couple of hours. I was in the middle of such a wonderful dream before my adoptive brother so cruelly woke me.

"Five more minutes." I groaned with my eyes still closed.

"Come on Rhiannon, we're here!" Liam whispered.

I could hear him sigh and turn off the car and open his door and got out. Finally, some peace and quiet. Then he opened another door, this time it sounded closer. It was probably mine. He unbuckled the seat belt and picked me up. Liam slung me over his shoulder, fireman style. I just dangled there limply, letting him carry me. By now I was fully awake but hey, I didn't want to miss out on a chance of getting carried.

We walked into a tall building. It looked very nice inside. A lady in a uniform sat at a desk near the entrance. Liam walked over to the elevator and pushed a button. A few seconds later the door slid open. I heard him push another button and we lurched upwards. The elevator let out a little squeak. I listened to the classical music they played and we abruptly came to a stop. The metal doors opened and he carried me out.

He sat me down on a big, soft couch. I opened my eyes and he looked down at me. I gave him an innocent smile and batted my lashes. It didn't take him long to figure out what I had pulled.

"You weren't asleep and you made me carry you." He scowled playfully. I nodded.

"His scowl turned into a smile. "Nice one."

I looked around at the huge living room. There was a bar separating it from the kitchen and dining room. I noticed the elevator opened directly into the apartment. Nice. The whole room was pretty modern. I looked to my left and a framed poster hung on one of the sleek blue walls. It was of five boys at the beach. It had the words 'One Direction' printed on it.

"Is that your band?" I asked pointing to the poster.

"Yeah." Liam said. "I'll go and wake the boys so i can introduce you to them."

I nodded and he left the room. I looked at the clock. 2 AM! I hope the boys wont be mad at me for waking them up so early. I sighed and played with my thumbs. It's a habit of mine when I'm anxious or nervous. A million questions ran through my mind. What if they don't like me? What if they're mean to me? Would Liam choose them over me?

I heard grumbles and complaints. Liam must be getting them up. I hope they're not to cranky in the morning. I heard a loud thump and some yelling, but I couldn't make out what the person was saying. I got up and started pacing which is another habit of mine too.

It took Liam ten minutes to get everyone up, and even then they weren't fully wake. He walked in dragging four boys behind him. some where awake and others looked like they might shoot my 'brother'.

"Guys, there's somebody I want yo to meet. This is Rhiannon. My adopted sister."

I managed to put on a weak smile wand waved. "Hi." I said quietly.

A boy with blond hair raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you had a adopted sister Liam." His accent was different. Maybe Irish?

"That's because my parent and sisters along with Rhi's parents and little sister kept her a secret. They even made up a complete lie of a story to cover the truth too." It was barely audible but everybody heard it.

It was silent for a few moments, making it very awkward. I looked the boys over. I couldn't tell if they were considered good looking or not, especially since the only two men I've seen in the last seven years were my real dad and my 'father'. I definitely did not find them very attractive.

"Well time for introductions. Rhi, this is Zayn Malik." He gestured to a boy with dark hair and bushy eyebrows.

"Louis Tomlinson." He said walking over to the one with nice hair and a attire that looked like he owned a boat.

"Niall Horan." He pointed to the boy with the blond hair and Irish accent.

"And Harry Styles." I assumed he was the one with the curly hair, since he was the only one left.

The only two that looked awake were Niall and Louis. I shook everybody's hand. "Nice to meet you. I hope I'm not much of a burden." The one called Harry was shooting me daggers. Liam noticed this and jumped in.

"Not at all, right guys?" He elbowed Zayn who agreed and as did everybody else. Suffice to say it didn't make me feel any better. It was only now I realized I forgot my bag in the car.  


"Um... Liam I forgot my bag." I said. He offered to go and get it for me and he got in the elevator, leaving me with his mates. It suddenly got really awkward.  


"So, um, your Liams...?" Louis asked.


 "Adopted sister."


 "Oh, right, cool." He said putting on a weak smile.  


"So, how old are you then?" Niall asked instead of Louis. At least they're trying to make a conversation.  


"I turned 14 in February." I said quietly.  


"So how come your adopted then?" Niall asked. This made Harry perk up a little bit more.


'What a weirdo.' I thought.  


I cant believe I'm gonna tell then this. Aww, well here goes nothing. "Um... Well when I was two I was going to spend time with my Auntie in Wolverhampton. My Auntie used to live in the house where Liam lived. But when I got up there I found out that my Auntie moved to Cyprus. Mrs Payne took me in but Mr Payne didn't like it... He already had Liam, Ruth and Nicola let alone another crying toddler," I took a deep and started again.  


"Every year I would go and see them for 3 months at the beginning of the year and 3 at the end. I got really close to the family and Ruth and Nicola really liked having a little sister so when I was five they adopted me part time. When I was seven they asked me to start living there more often. So when I was coming up to eight years old the adopted me full time... Well when I was 'they' I mean Mrs Payne. I've been living with them now for nearly seven years. When I started living with the Payne's Mr Payne said I had to call him 'father' as a sign of respect and I had to call Mrs Payne 'mother' too. As soon as I started living there Liam got moved to live with Grandma Payne as father thought I would be a distraction!" I stopped to see the reaction of the boys faces. Niall and Louis looked quite sympathetic. Harry looked like he was going to drop off to sleep on the spot and Zayn looked really board but like he understood my situation at the same time. I started again. 


"I never got told I was the problem either and didn't know Liam had joined a band either. Mother told me I was the problem... But I guess that father must have told her to say that to me all along...!" I trailed off at the memories as I didn't want to be reminded of the horrid beating's father used to give me. It got quiet again.


"I'm really sorry for waking you guys up." I said. Harry mumbled something definitely not kid friendly and I felt my eyes begin to water. I tried to blink away the tears.  


"Sorry about Hazza. You interrupted his beauty sleep." Niall jumped in.  


Liam came back with my bag and handed it to me. I muttered a 'thank you' and looked around. "Um, where should I put this?"  


"Well it's only a three bedroom apartment so you'll have to share." Liam answered.  


"Oh, who with?" I was secretly saying in my head 'Not Harry. Please not Harry!'


"Harry." He muttered. I could tell neither Liam or Harry Like this. All I thought was 'Crap! I'm stuck with Harry."  


Harry sighed. "C'mon." He left and started walking to what must have been his room. Louis snickered, though I don't know why. I hurried after my new roommate. I caught up with him and entered his room. I went in after him. The room was fairly big and very nice, but one thing  bothered me. There was only one bed. Harry plopped down on the bed, obviously exhausted.  

I walked over to him and poked him in his ribs. He Glared up at me.


 "What do you want?" He snapped.  


"Where do I sleep?" Harry sighed and sat up. He handed me a pillow and blanket.  


"The floor." He said and laid back down and rolled over.  


I looked meekly at the floor. I dropped the pillow and got down. I threw the blanket over myself and slammed my head down on the soft pillow. I fidgeted and tried to find the perfect position. I finally did. The floor wasn't that hard since it was carpeted. I closed my eyes and tried to get to sleep. That was impossible though, because before sleep grabbed me, Harry started snoring. Of course, I took my pillow and threw it at him. It hit him square in the face which made me smile. He said something but it was muffled by the pillow. He sat up and gave me the evil eye and threw the pillow back at me.  


"What was that for?" He barked.  


"You snore! I have just as much of a right to sleep as you. So if I cant sleep you cant either.!"


Harry sighed. "That's not fair though." He whined.  


"You'll get over it."  


He grumbled something that I couldn't make out and he stood up and turned the lights on. He jumped back on the bad and just sat there in silence. This day could not get any more awkward. Being too lazy to get up and walk. I crawled over to my bag and pulled out my diary, along with the pencil I brought with it. I flipped through the pages until I found a clean one and got to writing.  


Dear diary,   


Wow! Today's been a big adventure and it's not even light's out! I went outside in the first time in nearly seven years. It was simply amazing. I felt so free. Liam is letting me stay with him and his band mates. I love him so much. He's the best big brother anybody could ask for, even if he's only my adoptive brother.  


His friends seen pretty nice. Louis and Niall were really the only ones who were really awake when I met them., so they're my favorites so far. Zayn hasn't said a single word to me, so I don't know anything about him. Then there's Harry. I don't really like him very much. Get this... I have to share a room with him! He's making me sleep on the floor (which is actually kinda comfy but that's beside the point). So then he starts snoring. How am I supposed to get any sleep? He's been extremely rude to me and I haven't even been here a full day.  


The apartment is really nice and modern, not at all like the prison I used to call my second home. I think my favorite room so far is the living room. I wonder if there's a library or study. That would be great.  


So Liam's band is called One Direction. I cant wait to hear some of their music. They must be pretty good if they go on tours and record albums.  


Ta ta for now,  


Rhiannon Anne (Griffiths Bowen) Payne xxx  


I felt like I was being watched so I looked up. I was Harry reading my diary over my shoulder. Anger washed over me. I slammed my diary shut.  


"Hey! That's personal!"  


He raised his eyebrows.


"Really? Because a nice chunk of it was about me." He said and snickered.  


I scowled. "Just another thing to add to the list of obnoxious things about you. You invade peoples privacy!" I spat at him.  


He flinched. "Ouch! That one hurt."


 "Good." I muttered.  


"So that was your first time out in seven years?"


 I nodded. "Like Liam said, I was kept a secret."  


"Oh. Why though? Kids get adopted all the time! What's to be kept a secret?"


I opened my mouth to tell him but reminded myself that I had just met him and he hasn't been very nice to me so far. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! I told you the story. End of!"  


He smirked once more but I'm not sure why. He got up and turned the lights off and went back to bed.  


One thing is clear right now. I hate Harry Styles.


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