The Niece (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I was watching television when suddenly my phone vibrated. I took it and checked who texted. It was Wendy. I opened it up. 'FaceTime now.' I quickly opened my FaceTime and waited for her. Seconds later, it showed the caller, Wendy. "What's up?" I asked her sleepily. "What happened to you?! You haven't been texting us or even returning our calls! Are you alright?" She asked me, worried in her voice. "Calm down, I'm in London with Michelle." I said contented. She didn't respond but instead, she stood up, laid her phone on the table and walked away. Wow, what just happened here? Suddenly, I heard multiple screams. Four of my best friends then came on the screen. "Your not joking, right?" Jeanette making sure of my answer earlier. I just nodded at her. "Why didn't you told us? We were worried sick!" Lauren exclaimed. "Well, this was a sudden trip. After school ended, Uncle Si was already waiting for us at home. So, that night, we immediately headed here." I explained, poker faced. "Oh.." They all said in unison. I know that they already knew why Uncle Si brought me here. "But wait, does that mean-" Brittany was't able to finish her sentence. "I'm with the boys, yep, that's right." I interrupted her. I bet if you can see them right now, they all had the same facial expressions. And I was really about to burst out of laughter. "Pfft. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Well, I couldn't help it anymore. They shook their heads like they were awakened from their day dream. "Why are you laughing?" Wendy asked me, confused. "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" I just kept on laughing my heart out. "Brooke! What's funny?" Jeanette told me, a little irritated. "Okay, haha- now I'm good." I seated on the sofa properly. "So, why are you laughing anyway?" Brittany questioned me. "Well, with all that expression you guys made; you were really funny." I uttered. They looked at each other and burst out laughing too.

Hours until we decided to stop. They all said their goodbyes and it was already dinner time for me. I stood up, stretched a little and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed the handle of the fridge and took a peek inside. There was nothing. Damn. I felt that my stomach already growled. I went to the living room and grabbed the telephone. I dialed the nearest pizza store that I could find. They instantly picked it up and I told him my order. "Yes, that's all. Hm, 30 minutes? Okay, okay." Then I hung up. I went back to the sofa and started to text.

Minutes have passed when suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Wait, 10 minutes had just passed and it's already here? Wow, their really fast. I think I should give them a tip. I stood up and went to the door. I unlocked the door and swung it open. It was a great disbelief when I saw it was Louis. "Hey!" He exclaimed happily. "Uh, hi." "So, what are you up to?" He asked me. "Nothing, really." Then he had that killer smile painted on his face. "Well, aren't you going to invite me inside?" Him being a little sarcastic. "Oh.. Yeah. Come in." Then I moved to the side of the door and let him in. After he got inside, I slowly closed the door behind me. "Wow, big place you got here." He headed to the living room and took a seat of the sofa. "It's like our suite too." He continued. I just stared at him, unspoken. "So, where's Michelle?" He then asked me. It's like nothing's gonna stop him from talking. "Uh, she went to the store to buy some grocery." I answered. "Hm." He murmured. I entered the kitchen to get him something to drink. I pulled out a glass from the glass cabinet and took out the juice that I had prepared earlier. I went back to his sight and laid the tray on the mini table, in front of him. "Thank you." He said using his gentleman voice together with a nod. He grabbed the pitcher and poured the juice into the glass. I sat next to him on the sofa and stared at him. He was really beautiful.

After he drank the whole glass, I quickly took the chance of asking him. "So, why are you here?" He looked at me. "Well, I was kinda bored in our room. So I went here to talk to you." He said excitedly. "Talk to me? You barely even know me." I protested, a little high in the pitch. "Well, that's why I was here." He said being his sassy self. "Okay." I know I'm a little dramatic. "How about let's play a game?" Louis insisted. "What game?" I asked him, curious. "Quick shot." He said. Quick shot? What's that game? I thought to myself. "How do you play that?" I questioned. "We're going to throw.. well, not literally throw but gun shot each other with questions." He explained. "What kind of questions?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Any kind of questions!" He said, emphasizing with a little gesture. "Okay. You start." I told him. "Hm, okay. So, where are you from?" He asked me right away. "Ottawa, Canada." I quickly answered. "How about you?" "Doncaster, London." I nodded at him. "How old are you?" "18" I stated. "And you?" "21" he said confidently.

(AN. Okay guys, I'll be using L for Louis and B for Brooke, so it won't be hard for me and also for you guys to read.)

L: Favorite color?

B: Black.

L: Red.

B: Favorite sport?

L: Football of course!

B: Volleyball.

L: How many siblings do you have?

B: 1

L: 4

B: Father and Mother's names?

L: Mark and Johannah Tomlinson.

B: Luke and Darcy Cowell.

L: As of the moment, are you dating someone?

B: No.

L: Of course, I don't!

"What made you come here to London?" He asked me, continuing our game. I wasn't expecting that one. Should I tell him? Maybe he'll understand. "Well, it's because they wanted me to move on from my dad's death." I sighed. "Sorry." He said, a little irritated of himself for asking that question. "It's okay. I'm starting to accept what had happened in the past." I clarified him. "Are you sure?" He asked me. "Yeah. So let's continue?" I asked him. Instead of answering me, he hold my wrist and pulled me into a hug. I was really shocked. Then I heard him whisper into my ear. "I'll help you to move on. I promise. I can't see you like that." He was really sweet. I like him for being that kind of person.

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Hey guys, thanks for reading this story! I really appreciate it! You guys are amazing! :) so, here's the next question for the next dedication.

Who sang this part of the song?

"Tell me with your mind, body, and spirit. I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British. Whether we're together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start."