Uncle Simon [One Direction/Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter 4

"There's a band of five boys. They're all really sweet and one of them was trying to flirt with me!"

"Ohh my gosh. One Direction?" Madi laughed. "I saw when they were put into a group. I'm like, sooo jealous of you right now!"

"I know! I think I might kinda like one of them..."

"Oooooo," Madi said. "Which one?"

"Liam." I blushed.

"Hmm... Oh yeah I remember Liam!" Madi said. "He's cute."

"Yeah," I laughed. I heard a knock on my door. "Hey, Madz I gotta go. I'll call you later, yeah?"

"Sure!" She said and hung up.

"Come in!" I yelled as I rolled off my bed. My uncle entered the room. "Maddie..." He said.

"Yeah..."

"Did you get to see all the performances this afternoon?"

"Some of them, why?" I replied.

"Will you watch the rest? I want you to help me with the decision.. I want someone young with modern taste."

I nodded. "Sure.."

"Alright, thanks a million," He handed me a disk labeled "Judges' Houses performances."

He quickly left the room and I popped it in my laptop. I watched all the videos from start to finish. They were all quite talented... But one thing. I couldn't stop replaying One Direction's performance of Torn. Something about it gave me chills.

Later that evening, I came down for dinner. "Where did all the groups go?" I asked.

"They went to their hotel. They'll be back in the morning for results." Simon handed me a plate and I sat down as he continued. "Did you watch those videos?"

I nodded, not speaking through my bite of alfredo.

"Do you have an opinion?" He asked.

"Save F.Y.D, Belle Amie, Princes and Roques, maaayybe Husstle... and One Direction. I really suggest sending through One Direction."

Simon laughed. "Oh, so you're gotten hooked on the boyband. I see."

"What?" I laughed. "They're good."

"Good-looking." Simon sat down. 

I gasped. "That is sooo not true!!"

"Yes is sooo is!!"

"I odn't just like them for their looks..." I looked down.

"Alright... Thanks for the opinion, I'll think about it."

"Okay."

"How are you liking it here?" He asked.

"I think I might like it a little."

Simon laughed.

"I said a little!" I said, grinning.

"Well, I'm glad."

"You're so much nicer than everyone says..." I said slowly. "...Why?"

"You're not a terrible person or singer. I was perfectly ready to have a daddy's little rich girl-brat come to live with me."

I sighed. "Most people think that. I've honestly always hated having everything done for me... I mean I like the money but... Having people at our house all the time cleaning and taking pictures gets annoying."

Simon nodded. "I know how you feel."

"Don't you get tired of cameras always flashing in your face?"

"Yes, it gets very obnoxious." He replied. "But you learn to live with it. You will too, eventually."

"What?" I demanded.

"You're going to be televized..."

I sighed. "Fine. Heh, that might actually be kinda cool."

"Sure.." SImon smiled at me. 

I finished my food and Simon took my plate. "Go upstairs and get settled. You should Skype your friends or something."

I nodded. "Thanks for dinner." I headed upstairs to finish unpacking. I ignored more texts from my parents and looked around the room. "Not too small..." I observed. "Could do with a better paint job though.." I placed my hand on the solid white wall. Tilting my head to one side, I pictured how it would look with bright green paint. I shook my head. How about... Majenta? I smiled. Skipping back down the stairs, I hummed Torn.

"Uncle Simon...?" I said, shoving my phone in my back pocket. "Could I go shopping for some new things in my room?"

"Of course," He nodded, pointing to a drawer next to the fridge. "My credit card is in there, if you don't already have one.."

I smiled and showed him the three I still had. But I took his anyway, he insisted. He also insisted I drive his Porche. After I told him I couldn't drive, he reminded me that licences are legal at sixteen in America... I laughed and took the keys.

I skipped happily down the driveway, my bag slung over one shoulder and my sunglasses hanging low on my nose. I unlocked the car to hear the glorious clicking of the expensive car and sat down in the front. With one hand fixing the mirror, I reached down and clicked the button and watched with enthusiasm as the roof glided smoothly back. I was just about to turn the key to turn on the car, when I realized there was no steering wheel in front of me, and no pedals on the floor! A moment of panic took me to realization that I was still in America. "Drive on the other side... Duh." I thought to myself. I slid over to the right side.

"Madd..ie?" I heard a low but immature voice call out. I sighed. Harry.

"Uhh. Hey Harry."

"Where ya going?" He asked ernestly.

"Shopping..." I replied flattly.

"Oooh fun."

"Aren't you supposed to be.. Wherever you're staying for this part of the competition?" I asked him.

"Nah, I came to Simon's to ask him a question, but I found you..." He blushed a little.

I raised my eyebrows. "You were going to ask him about me?"

"Maybe a little." He smiled, which made me laugh. "Why did you want to find me, Harry?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Well...?" I stared at him, waiting for a response.

"Weeeelll...." He smiled. "I was thinking..."

"You're not coming shopping with me." I told him.

"Aww..." He played with the half-open window of the car. "Please?"

"You're adorable..." I said. "But no. This is the first time I've done anything by myself since I've been here."

"Well you need a guide!"

"Harry, you've been here as long as I have!" I bit my lip, trying hard not to laugh at his silly crush on me.

"Well I know buut..."

"...Harry?"

"Hmm?" He looked me right in the eyes, and I cracked.

"FINE, you can come."

"YAY!!!" He cheered.

"On ONE condition."

"Fine," he said, hopping in next to me.

"Your friend... Liam." I said slowly.

"...Yes..." He sounded a little disapointed.

"Ask him what he thinks of me? Please?" I begged.

"Y-you like... Liam?" He stammered.

I shrugged. "I don't really know him well enough to say that..."

"Oh." He replied. "Alright then."

I started the car and watched his eagarness. Off shopping we go.