Before, I had an older brother, apparently he was hot according to my friends. He had shaggy blonde hair that fell just above his muddy green eyes he was tall and skinny. we fought a lot but when it came down to it we loved each other. He was a good brother.
Before, I had a dad who wasn’t just 5 years older than me. His name was Jack. His was German with squinty black eyes and was a bit pudgy. He had a small mustache that was like a walrus. We never had the best relationship, but still he was my dad.
Before, I had a mother. She was gorgeous, Irish, but still beautiful. The was tall with red hair that fell mid rib cage. She didn’t have freckles or even pale skin, like stereotypical Irish lady. She raised me in Ireland I had a slight Irish accent.
Before, I lived in America with my family.
Before, I would kill to go to Brittan to wake up to British accents every day.
Before, I would have loved to go on a tour with a famous boy band.
Before, I would love to have songs written about me
Before, I thought I was pretty, that everyone loved me.
Before, my name was Avery Linda Dontante
Now, I have 5 older brothers. They weren’t brothers by blood but they were my brothers all the same. I knew that they were hot, thousands of girls told me so.
Now, I have a dad that is just barley older than me. He is British, he loves me and I love him. Even more that I loved my dad before as bad as it might be.
Now, I don’t have a mother.
Now, I live in Brittan
Now, I hate accents, British, Irish all the same.
Now, I hate going on tours
Now, I hate having songs written about me and I have way too many for that matter.
Now, I know that I'm not pretty. I’m to short. My curly blonde hair was once my best feature, I thought bit now I know better. My hair is the wrong color. Its dirty blonde with naturally bleach blonde highlights. It only falls to the top of my rib cage. My face is a bit too long and my forehead much to high. My blue eyes are the wrong shape and my nose is too big. I'm not exactly fat but I have big thighs and my stomach just a tiny tiny bits sticks out of the top of my skinny jeans.
Now, my name is Avery Linda Payne. Yes as in Liam Payne. He is my adopted father. My parents died in a car accident.
My family was seated in our 2007 Honda accord. My brother and I were discussing the movie we had just saw and my parents were talking in hushed tones. Suddenly there was the felling of weightlessness on me. I screamed as I felt the impact upon my back as the car hit me. We finally stopped moving and blood was splattered everywhere. I looked at the faces of my lifeless family members and let out a long piercing scream before blacking out.
“Avery, Avery, wake up its just a dream,” I heard a voice say. I sat up. I was tangled in my sheets and a cold sweat covered me. I took a deep breath, it was a dream, just a memory.
“Thanks for waking me up Liam,” I said thanking my dad. I hated when I had to relive that dream it was torture living the same nightmare over and over.
“Come on breakfast is ready,” Liam said motioning me downstairs “We have to go to the studio today,”
“Fine as long as I get to go to Regan’s afterword’s,” I said. Tonight I secretly planned on going to a party but I told Liam that I was just hanging out at a friend’s house , he would never let me go to a party so I did what I had to do.
I threw on a hoodie and a pair of sweats and raced down stairs. Harry was making breakfast.
‘hey you want an orange,” harry asked. I looked at Niall across the room a grin breaking out of my face.
“Did he just say orange…..” Niall asked bursting out with laughter. Harry looked at us weird
“remember that time…” I managed to choke out through my laughter. Harry just rolled his eyes and walked away. Out of all the boys I was closest with Niall. We both loved food and we both loved to laugh.
I loved all the boys but Louis and I didn’t really get along I just guess we were too different he was more carefree than I was and he always seemed to get crazy over little things anyways when the great god Louis walked down stairs I internally groaned.
He glared at me and walked over to the counter to get breakfast.
“Hey Guys we have to get to the studio in 10 minutes do get ready,” Liam said. I slipped on some toms and waited by the door 10 minutes later everyone was ready but Zayn, surprise surprise.
“I’ll go get him,” I told the others I walked down the hall way to Zayns room and walked into his bathroom where Zayn was trying to get his hair to do whatever it did.
“Come on,” I said grabbing him by his ear and grabbed a leather jacket and pulled him out of his room.
“Oww,” he protested and I threw him his jacket. We walked by the door and Louis yelled “Vas happing,” seriously these boys never change. We piled into the car.
Zayn and Liam sat in the front with Liam driving. Then harry Louis sat behind them and finally Naill and I in the back.
“Liam is gonna freak if he finds out,” Niall whispered to me. I told him about the party and now he was freaking out that I was going to get caught.
“Clam down, I'm not gonna get caught,” I told Niall and he just smiled at me.
The rest of the day went by in a blur and before I knew it was time to go. I slipped a dress into my purse and threw on some makeup and did my hair.
“Bye Liam,” I yelled
“bye Avery have fun, be home by 11,”
I ran out of the door to meet my friends. I meet my two best friends Regan and Mary in the car.
“This is going to be so fun,” I squealed as we drove away towards the party.
The party it’s self was amazing I had so much fun, but this one guy spilled his beer all over me. I hoped Liam didn’t smell the beer on me because then he would have thought that I had drunk the beer, which I hadn’t.
My friends drove me home and I let myself into the apartment . I was about to walk up stairs when Liam spoke and I almost had a heart attack.
“where were you,”
“god Liam you sacred me,” I said putting my hand over my heart.
“I called Regans mom and she said that you were at a party, and oh my good Avery you smell like beer,” he said
“yes I went to a party, no i didn’t drink, some idiot spilled his beer on me,”
“Just when I thought I could trust you,” Liam said “ I was going to leave home when we are go on tour next month, but just forget it you’re coming with us.”
My jaw dropped I hated going on tours, hated it.
I ran up to my room with tears streaming down my face and cried myself to sleep.
