Simon cowells daughter

"Uh sir, you've got the wrong place, my uncle lives in the city." I argued as the driver lifted my suitcase out of the boot.

"No he doesn't sweetheart"

He slammed closed his door and drove off down the dirt road.

I looked around angrily, I could see two houses, apparently my uncle lives in the country. I dragged my suitcase up the gravel driveway angrily.

"Hello!" I yelled, slamming my knuckles repeatedly on the wooden door.

"Hello." An oldish man answered.

"Uncle carl?" I looked at the grubby clothes and dirty work boots on his feet.

"Oh you must be Alana" he opened his arms for a hug but I decided to shake his hand, I don't want my new dress getting dirty.

"Anyway this is your room" he pushed open the door to my new bedroom. "Thank you uncle carl" I shut the door behind me and slammed my suitcase onto the wooden floor.

"Disgusting" I remarked as I swiped my finger along a dust covered set of drawers. "I think I'll keep my clothes in the suitcase" I muttered to myself.

I got dressed into some light denim high waisted shorts, and a floral top. I slipped on my oldest pair of shoes, which were my red vans. I pulled open the sliding door and swished my feet through the muddy grass, rain still showering down. I made my way to the horse stable, after a lot of squeals and slipping.

I tucked my phone deeper into my pocket and hopped onto the youngest horse, it was a beautiful brown colour.

I saddled up and commanded the horse to move, she galloped around the edge of the farm barrier, before she jumped straight over the wire fence, she continued racing down the gravel road. The wind and rain rushing on my face, nessie, the horse, came to a resting stop at a grassy bank.

I hopped off carefully and sat at the edge of the bank, a big lake before me.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I slipped it out.

"Hello?"

"Hi!" A few cheerful voices echoed into the phone.

"Uh who is this?"

"This is Liam, Louis and Zayn !" The happy voices spoke again.

"Who"

"We're your dads clients or whatever" one of them explained.

"He never told us he had a daughter. You'd think since you're so beautiful he'd talk about you all the time" another one added.

"How have you seen me" I asked, looking around me to see if anyone was watching me.

"You're contact photo" one of them stated.

"Oh right"

"Why don't you live with your dad" one asked.

"Hurry up" a fourth voice said.

"Who's that"

"Niall."

"Oh right" I said confused.

"Here were adding you on our phones" they said.

"HE'S COMING" another one said.

"Oh got to go bye" they all rushed and hung up.

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"Do you know how to cook" uncle Carl asked me.

"Sort of. Why"

"Normally I just order takeouts"

"I'll cook!" I exclaimed. I will not eat fatty takeout food.

I prepared a salad, with low fat dressing and some baked potatoes.

I took my plate to my room and sat on my bed. I hate this place.

My phone rang through the room, signalling a call.

"Hello?"

"Hi! It's us!" A voice said.

"Okay who's us"

There was a couple of murmurs before they spoke.

"I'm liam" a British accent said

"Niall" this boy was irish, definitely.

"I'm zayn" he had a different type of British accent.

"Harry" one mumbled.

"Louis!"

"So who's speaking now" one asked, testing me if I knew their voices.

"Uh Liam?"

"Yup!"

"Oh okay. What are you guys doing?" I asked.

"We're just chilling, your dads gone out for the night"

"Cool"

"What are you doing" Niall asked.

"Nothing really"

"What's that noise" Louis asked

"What noise?"

"There's a grunting noise, coming from where you are" he said.

I looked around the room, my eyes stopped on the closed sliding door, a couple of grey wolves stood behind the glass, outside.

"Ahhhhhhhh" I squealed, high pitched. I could hear the boys asking what was going on, but I was too scared to grab my phone.

I quickly ran out of my room, but I stopped when I heard some scratching and grunting sounds from the lounge.

I peaked my head around the corner and dropped to my knees, the sight was disgusting.

A wolf was clawing at my unconscious uncle, blood oozing out of his chest, the dog looked up at me, blood smeared on its snout.

"Ahhh" I squealed again.

I ran to the end if the house and out the back door. I rushed to the garage, lead the horses free, away from the pack of hungry wolves, except nessie. I saddled her up and she galloped away from the house. I panted heavily as she trotted along the gravel, I could hear distant barks and howls from the house, but I didn't look back.