Uncle Simon [One Direction/Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter 3

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

I know, this category performed for Simon Cowell at his house in Marbella, Spain, but I really wanted to change it up a little and have it be set in Los Angeles. So yeah, that's all and I hope you enjoy it!!!! :D

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"Um, excuse me?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Are you Madeline?" The man asked in a familiar but annoyed tone.

"Yeah..." I paused. "But you're..."

"Your uncle. Now we should go..."

"When my parents said "Uncle Simon" I didn't know they meant Simon Cowell..." I said slowly, following my uncle through the terminal.

"They didn't want you to know," He said with his back towards me. "You wouldn't have believed them."

"Well I don't really have a choice now, do I?" Without getting a reply, I sort of ran to keep up with him. Walking beside him, I continued. "So what? I'm just supposed to play along and go live at the famous judge's house?" I was already a little crabby. The plane got in at 7 AM, even though I slept the whole time... I was tired.

Simon shrugged. "Yeah I guess."

"Ugh. Well don't you have some show to judge right now? It's all over the telly..."

"Oh so your a fan?" He grinned.

"Noooo," I said clearly. "My friends watch it."

"Yeah. Well we're just about to start a new part of the show where the contestants come to my house and perform there. I'm mentouring the groups."

"Ahhh." I stopped in my tracks.

"What?" he demanded. "Are you coming or aren't you?"

I sighed and walked slowly towards him. "So I'm supposed to live in a house I've never been to before, with a guy I've only seen on tv, and I'm also supposed to put up with a bunch of annoying courtets?"

"They're not courtets... They's groups. They don't sing acopella."

Reaching the door to the airpourt, Simon pushed it open and gestured my through it. A big black hummer waited outside. I hesitated.

"What," Simon asked.

"I thought you rode around in limos..."

"No, I prefer one of these," my uncle grinned as he jumped in.

"Okay fine..." The driver came around and took my bags.

"Your other things will be sent soon," The driver said.

"Thanks..." I whispered.

The ride was rather interesting... I had tuned out the noice of Simon blabbing about the X Factor and his groups... I looked out the window and admired the beautiful city. Huge mountains lumed over me, and the road was almost always curving. It was a wonderland. Moss-covered boulters sat piled at the sides of the road, and a cliff was just feet away. A 200-foot drop threatened a terrifying death... Simon, seeing my disintrest in the television program he was talking about and began narrarating where we were going... I found this quite incredible.

I put on my sunglasses, lined with rhinestones, and opened the window. The wind blew my hair back and I felt like I could do anything. Simon laughed at my immaturity in the situation and decided to join in. He took a remote from the cupholder and opened the sunroof.

"Wheeeww!!!!!" I screamed, sticking my arms out the hole in the ceiling. I had never felt so free.

My uncle sat and laughed at me, then leaned over and pointed to the sunroof. We were now on a more private drive, where not so many cars drove around us. I got the memo and stood on the seat, sticking my whole person out of the car from my waist up. Arms up! I screamed again. Taking the chance of getting a bug in my mouth, I opened my mouth and screamed "HELLO LA!!!!"