Gwen: A One Direction Fanfiction

My name is Gwen Edwards-Malik, and I'm the daughter of Zayn Malik and Perrie Edwards. Since my parents broke up when I was a baby, I've been splitting time with my dad and One Direction and my mom and Little Mix for longer than I can remember. This summer, I'll be touring with One Direction. The problems: I can't stand my dad's new girlfriend, and the sheer amount of girls that love my dad and his band is ridiculous.


3. Erica Bones

Right before we got to the tour bus, dad pulled me to a park bench and motioned for me to sit down. I complied and he sat next to me.

"Gwen, Niall and I have new girlfriends."

Okay, Dad I was expecting, but Niall? I didn't think he'd had a girlfriend since joining One Direction.

"Her name's Erica," he started, and his eyes got all googoo and misty. "She's the most beautiful girl in the world.," he looked at me before adding, "Besides you, of course."

Erica... Erica... where had I heard that name before. "What's her surname?" I asked suspiciously.

Dad paused and practically mumbled, "Bones."

Erica Bones? The famous journalist? The famous journalist that wrote a gossip column focusing on my "abandonment"! It was a small column that day, smaller than the other articles and columns, but still, she covered it so she can't possibly be any good.

"Her???" Dad knew that her article was my least favorite. Her writing was good, but she had made it obvious she'd been swooning over my dad for who knows how long.

"Listen, Gwennie, she's not that bad in real life..."

"I don't want to hear it." I sighed. "Who's Uncle Nialler's girlfriend?"

"Grace Davis."

Grace Davis... her, I had never heard of before. That was a good start. I took a deep breath and replied, "Okay. Can we go in the tour bus now?"

Dad looked almost relieved that I was letting this go. "Okay, come on."

Lou had gone in the bus minutes ago so only Dad escorted me in. There to meet him was a short, curly-haired girl that only looked to be in her early or mid twenties.

"You must be Gwen. It's awesome to meet you."

The cons started stacking up against her. Too short, too fat, too young. Boring hazel eyes. Used the word awesome. Wrote the column. Journalist. Last name is Bones, and Erica Malik just sounded weird. Glasses. Batman t-shirt. Doesn't like Mom (blogs tell all). By the time I was done, I only saw one pro for her; her hair was tip dyed blue.

"Gwen, this is Erica Bones."

I reached for a handshake and instead got a hug.

This was going to be a long, LONG tour.

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