The New Brother (A One Direction Fan Fic)

The Argument

*WARNING: This story will contain swearing and some sexual references. If you do not wish to read anything like that I have warned you and you may stop reading now. Enjoy!*

"Please just deal with them for one night!" My dad pleaded.

We were in the middle of an argument about his new "girlfriend" coming over for dinner with her two sons tonight. He does this every week and knows how much I hate it. All I do is distract whatever woman it is this time's kids while he sleeps with her, then she leaves and I never see her or the kids again. I don't even remember their names.

"Dad, you know I hate when you do this!" I scream at him.

"This time it's different I swear. I really like her." He says calmly, expecting me to say this. We have almost the same fight every week.

"That's what you said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. Maybe I should just go live with Amanda like I wanted to right after mom died! You know what, she really loved you. She told me all the time. And you're repaying her like this? She'd hate you right now and so do I!" I yell at him. I can tell this takes him by surprise, but I don't regret it.

I run up to my room, stomping on every step. My room is turquoise with posters all over the walls (mostly Black Veil Brides posters). It has a flat screen tv and a white chair and desk that my mom gave me for my birthday last year. This is the only place in the house that still has pieces of my mom in it, my dad got rid of the rest. You see, last year my mother died of leukemia, a type of cancer. We knew it was going to happen, but not so soon. Ever since then my dad has been sleeping with anybody he could to "take the pain away". Well all it's really dont is make him a man-whore and make me have to take care of myself. My mom never would have done this if it were reversed. Sometimes I wish it was him who died instead of her.

I took out my iPhone, turned on my music and went on Instagram. A bunch of my friends were posting about One Direction, their obsession for the past couple weeks. I finally got off Instagram after seeing about 20 pictures of them. Now don't get me wrong, those boys are pretty damn hot, but I tend to listen to Black Veil Brides, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, music like that. As the song is changing I hear the doorbell ring and figured my dads new slut was here. Time to see who it is this time.  

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Hey guys. Hope you liked it. This is my first story on here so I want to know what you think of it. I'm up for constructive criticism, but please no hate. Don't like it? Don't read it. Also this story was my idea. If you think I'm copying you, I haven't read any stories like this so I'm sorry. And just try and remember this is FICTION so if its not realistic it's not realistic. And anything I say in this story about One Direction or anybody related to them may or may not be true. I do not own One Direction and they are in no way related to me. So let me know in the comments what you guys think. Vote, comment, follow. That's about it. Another chapter will be coming soon. ~ 1drocksme13 (I would like to remain anonymous for the time being, but that may change)