Harry Styles is my Brother?!?! ON HOLD

Harry Styles is my Brother?!?! (One Direction Fanfic)

Hello, this is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. Please comment if I should continue or not. Tell your friends about my story please! Vote, comment, and keeping reading! On the side we have Cristina Passos as Clarissa Styles. I picture her like that except Clarissa has curlier hair.

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Prologue 

(Clarissa's POV)

"Hannah I don't get why you are so obsessed with this boy-band. They are just normal people!" I argue.

"Who can sing and are extremely hot!"

"Ugh, I'm tired of this subject! I'm gonna hang up now, ok?"

"Claire don't hang up on me." She begged.

" I still have to do my homework for math and I need to keep my grades up. We can talk about how normal One Direction is tomorrow! Ok? Ok." I hang up before she can object. "Now math lets get you over with." I state sarcastically while grabbing the worksheets from my backpack. After putting the papers on my desk my eyes wander around for the pencil, that always seems to disappear just when i need it.

"UGH! Pencil? Where are you?" My hands fly to my face in frustration. A poke to my finger ended my madness. "Oh yea..." I sigh before plucking the pencil from behing my ear. After twirling the pencil in my hand for a second, I carefully sign my name across the top, 'Clarissa Styles'.

Sometimes I hated my last name and sometimes I loved it. The name fit me and it was all I had from my old family because I was put in a orphanage at age one and adopted at almost age five. It makes me wonder what I did wrong. Did they not love me? Was I too much for them to handle? Why would they just leave a little girl to fend for herself?

My thoughts are interrupted by my name being called." Clarissa can you come down for a minute!" I groan.

"I'll be down in a few! I'm almost done with my homework!"

"Ok, just hurry!" Why did it sound like my mother was crying? I was probably making stuff up. Fifteen minutes and four problems later I trudge down the stairs, nervous of what accusation they have against me at the moment. While descending the stairs my eyes float towards the photographs that line the wall. The most recent picture at the bottom of the staircase was of me. It was of me with a first place trophy and the biggest smile plastered on my face. I had won the school talent show by singing Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder. I smile at the thought of my favorite achievement.

*Flashback*

I tried to stop my hands from trembling, my nerves were getting to me. I was next to perform and I was sure I was gonna embarrass myself and puke on stage. Sierra was almost done with her horrible rendition of What Makes You Beautiful. She had a horrible, screechy voice that could kill your ears worse than nails on a chalkboard. I hated her, she was mean to me every since I had met her when I went into 1st grade. She was nothing, but mean to me before I even said my first word to her.

I had always had a passion for singing, but sometimes I was unsure of my talent. I wanted to win, but if someone was better? I was probably not gonna win, someone would definitely be better. I look back to the stage where a reluctant clapping had started. Sierra was smirking at me as she sashayed off the stage. I sent a glare her way as she walked straight toward me.

"Beat that" she scoffed.

Before I could return a comeback, a teachers voice rang through my ears. "For our last performer of the night we have Clarissa Styles singing Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder." I walked on stage trying to make sure my nerves did't get the best of me. My hands gripped the mic tight. Before starting the song I gave a small smile.

The music started and then it was my chance to shine. I sang with all my soul.

"Isn't she lovely

Isn't she wonderful

Isn't she precious

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love

 

Isn't she pretty

Truly the angel's best

Boy, I'm so happy

We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what God has done

Through us he's given life to one

But isn't she lovely made from love

 

Isn't she lovely

Life and love are the same

Life is Aisha

The meaning of her name

Londie, it could have not been done

Without you who conceived the one

That's so very lovely made from love"

I stood there breathless for a moment before the crowd erupted in applause. M y smile widened and said a quick thank you before walking off stage. I glance around and find Sierra staring at me, smoke billowing out of her ears. I smirk and sit down, waiting for the results of the judges.

After a few minutes all of the contestants are lined up on stage to announce the awards. My nerves were getting the best of me once again and i couldn't stop me hands from shaking. Our principal, Mr. Simmons, walked upon the stage and toward the microphone. I held my breath waiting for the news.

" Hello students, faculty, and family members. Thank you for attending the 4th annual Wakefield High School Talent Show. Tonight, lets remember everyone is a winner, but these three stood out from the rest. In third place is Janet Wayne and her saxophone. In second place is Josh Walter and his rendition of She Will Be Loved."

Janet and Josh had already collected their prizes and were standing closer to the front. This was it. First place was about tobe announced and it could've been me or anyone else. Boy was I nervous.

"And finally, first place, the winner is.." he paused for effect. " Clarissa Styles and her rendition of Isn't She Lovely." I let out the breath I was holding and stepped foward, smiling so big my cheeks were starting to hurt. Mr. Simmons handed me the trophy and congratulated me. I thanked him and went to my adoptive parents. They took the picture and hugged the life out of me. Best day ever.

*Flashback End*

I walked into the kitchen, my heart beating a mile a minute. My parents sat in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones. Mascara streaked down my mothers face. "Hi," I squeaked. The quickly turned to face me. "Who died?" my voice suddenly quieter.

They both let out a low chuckle before my mother spoke up. "No one died."

"Then what's wrong?" What was going on? What aren't they telling me?

They stayed silent for a few moments. My dad decided to speak then. "We're moving to London."

"WHAT?!"