Harry's little sister(Louis love story)

~Chapter one~{eddited}

Authors note: hi so um this is my first fan fiction and I suck at spelling so sorry for that anyway I hope that you guys all enjoy this and yeah so let's get this thing started.

LUCY'S P.O.V

"Flight 156 is now boarding for London." I heard the lady say over the intercom. I'm moving to England to meet my family. I was switched at birth and brought to America and I lived my piece of shit life until this year. I'm 14 almost 15. As I walked onto the plane a flashback of my old life came back to me.

<FLASHBACK>
I was in my room hiding from my dad. He was drunk again and I couldn't deal with him while he's drunk; he has always blamed me for my mothers death when it wasn't my fault it was his.
                             He killed her.
Of course though I got the blame and, the beatings for it.

I was lost in thought about my whole mothers death when he screamed "you little bitch get your ass down here. He's always like this. As I slowly walked into the living room each stair making a creekkkkkkkkk sound all I could smell and see was alcohol.

Bottles were everywhere. Glass was everywhere also.

I slowly came into view of the cruel man who mad my life a living hell.

"Yes father?" I said quietly.

"I fucking hate it when you call me your father!" He screamed. He started to slap me and kick me me repeatedly while screaming "IM NOT YOUR FATHER; your a good for nothing unless slut." He continued to scream at me and hurt me for what felt like forever I eventually blacked out.
<FLASHBACK OVER>

Why did I have to remember that now? I decided to put my music on shuffle and Right Now by One Direction came on. This was my absolute favorite song by them. I always had this song on when I was upset. Right now I wasn't upset but, I wasn't happy either. I brought my hands up to my knees to my chest and let a tear fall down my face. Why did this happen to me? I asked this question a lot. I never had an answer though. After a while I stopped crying and got very tired. I don't even know why I was crying. I was going to a better life. At least I hope it's a better life; I mean what could be possibly worse then my old life. I was only an hour into the flight when I finally fell asleep for the rest of the flight.

I woke up to someone shaking me.

"Excuse me miss but we're at our destination." She said in a sweet voice. I groaned and got up. It was raining here in London. For some reason, I've always loved the rain. I guess that I love it because it's gloomy, cold, and everyone hates it. In a way I can relate to it I can't remember the last time I smiled. At my old school I had no friends and I was cold and mean to everyone who tried to talk to me I didn't trust them. People are all the same. Selfish. I guess I'm selfish too. I pulled my sleeves down more so that no one could see my cuts. No one knew I cut. Or they did but didn't care .

It was 1am when I arrived and by the time I got my luggage the airport was empty. It was a ghost town.

I waited for a taxi for what felt like forever. When I got inside the taxi the driver asked for the address and I gave it to him. He tried making small talk here and their, I didn't answer I just looked out of the window at the rain.

"Guess your not much of a talker" he said and chuckled to himself. Guess he found himself amusing I knew I didn't though.

We still had a while before we were at the house. I have no idea what to expect. I decided to put on another song that I loved by One Direction called Diana. I could relate to this song quite a bit and I think that's why I loved it so much.

Slowly I started to go into daydream who knows how long I was in that day dream for. I was taken out of it when suddenly the car stopped.

I payed the cab driver and thanked him for the ride. Here goes nothing I said to myself as I headed to the door. Every step I took was more and more nerve wrecking then the one before. Thoughts of them hurting me came into my mind. What if they don't like me? What if they hurt me? I was petrified and I wasn't even at the door yet. I eventually made it to the door and knocked quietly. I didn't want to be loud and get in trouble for the knocking. I stood at the door for what felt like forever when suddenly the door opened.

The boy who opened it; well it was no other then Harry Styles. I stood then completely dumbfounded and shocked clearly this had to be a prank. But where's the ha ha we got you....

"Aha" he said catching my attention. I wiped my head up and said "H-hi" I was very shaky.

"Hi love, you must be Lucy." He said giving me a welcoming smile.

"Y-y-yes I am." I probably sounded like an idiot right now, but I mean he's one of the people who saved my life, and got me through hell and back.

"I like your sweater." Harry said smiling.

"My sweater? Oh um this one that I'm wearing." He started laughing a little bit

"Yup that sweater." A silence came between us and then Harry spoke up. "Why don't you come inside so you can meet the boys and I can show you too your room."

"O-okay" I said still shaky.

Suddenly a thought piped into my head 'the boys?' I hope he means my family. I was scared by this time and I mean scared to go inside. During this time so many thoughts popped into my head. Will he hurt me? Where is my new mom and dad? We walked inside and I heard what sounded like 3 boys laughing. I'm now so scared. What if they beat me? Or kill me? Or worse, rape me? Being alone with guys scared me. Harry lead me into a room which had 3 boys I knew to be the rest of the band Louis, Liam, and Niall.

I hid behind Harry so that I wouldn't see the boys and they wouldn't see me. I didn't want them to see me I was still scared of them. I wanted to trust them already but i couldn't I was scared. I also hid behind Harry because i didn't want Louis to see my sweater; it's a sweater of his tattoos and it says 'Tomlinson 91'.Of course though Harry being who he is made a comment about  my sweater to Louis. "Hey Louis guess I'm gonna have to steal my sister from you. Just look at her sweater it's a sweater with your tattoos and last name." He said this while pushing me in front of him.

I sent daggers into Harry's head, because I hate having attention on I put my hands in my face to cover it up. I'm not a person who likes to be noticed and now that I'm in a house with my favorite band; and their all looking at me well that's a lot of pressure for a girl like me. Someone came and put there hands on mine trying to get them out of my face

"It's okay, love. We won't hurt you just put your hands down so that we can see your beautiful face." I recognized the voice to be no other then Louis.

He put his hands down and took my hands down with his but kept my face down. I refused to left them see me.He moved the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. Then he did something unexpected. He engulfed me into a hug and whispered into my ear.

"It's okay, love. We would never hurt you."For some reason, I believed him but the voice in my head had other thoughts... He will hurt you. He just feels bad for you. I flinched.

After a while of me and Louis hugging Harry spoke up

"Louis, Niall, and Liam can you leave so that me and Lucy can talk about something?" Louis hesitantly let go. Soon after that it was just me and Harry. Harry looked sad.

"Are you okay?" I asked Harry. Harry had put on a fake smile I knew that he really wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm fine... But Lucy I need to tell you something..." He said. I looked at him, and he took a deep breath. "Look our parents are...dead."