Simon cowells daughter

okey I know that was a really short chapter but it was just a filler so yeah. And oh my gosh you guys! I have 260 reads that is freaking amazing.

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Also the person who plays Alana/alley is Emma Roberts, the brunette version.

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"What are we doing" El asked, annoyed that the boys had dragged us out of our isolation state.

"We have an idea" Liam stated, taking glances at the other four boys as he spoke.

"We have talked about it, just between us five, and we think that you guys could maybe come along tour with us." Louis said happily.

"So El, Dani, and alley can come along?" Niall asked, looking at Liam.

"You can bring Demi if you want" Liam teased.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Niall pouted.

"Chill mate. You can still bring bieber" Zayn playfully hit Niall's shoulder.

"Anyway" Liam said, averting his attention to us three girls.

"What do you say?" He said.

"What does management say?" Danielle said angrily before storming off.

"Dani!" I called out.

She turned and gave me a small smile before leaving the hotel.

"What was that?" I asked.

"It was nothing.. It's just that time of month I guess" Liam stuttered before chasing after her.

"But have you asked management?" El turned to look at Louis.

"El, hun, they don't control us. We will bring whoever we want." Louis walked over to her and sat her on his lap.

"I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too louis" she hummed.

I awkwardly excused myself from love parade, Harry tumbling in the room a few seconds later.

"Now I know why the boys get annoyed when we do that" he mumbled.

I giggled quietly, not wanting to discriminate.

"Why do I deserve you?" Harry muttered

"Because, your an angel."

"Your beautiful" he whispered

"Hey harry, do you remember that time when you guys called me and you asked what that sound was, and turns out there was a pack of wolves in my house?" I asked

"Yeah.."

"If that didn't happen, then we might if never been together" I whispered sadly.

"We would of.. It's fate"

"What does fate even mean?"

"I don't know. I just heard it on a movie once" Harry admitted sheepishly.

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I stared at the computer screen, I have no Idea how to turn it on. There's no button.

After another five minutes I stood up from the computer chair.

"How do you turn the computer on"

Everyone turned to look at me, I offered a weak smile and they all erupted in laughter.

After Liam stopped laughing he came and turned it on, the button was on the side, I'm so stupid.

"You're one special girl" he laughed.

"Be quiet" I said, pretending to be hurt.

After I had researched on the fashion history I walked down to my new hotel room.

I went to wash up my face when a bunch of notifications buzzed through my phone.

I read all the tweets.

'To Alana slut cowell. You deserve to die you ugly bitch' wow what a compliment.

'Your mum deserved to die you fucking whore' tears pricked my eyes at the mention of my mums death.

'You don't deserve harry. Just because your a little rich kid. Fuck off to fucking hell you dumb fat bitch'

'How about you go die'

'Those pants look a lil tight on you, fat bitch. Why don't you go slip into something more comfortable, like a coma'

I couldn't take reading them anymore, I threw my phone across the tiled floor, it cracked into tiny pieces, scattering across the floor.

I could hear more notifications rolling in on my laptop in the next room.

I grabbed the razor shaver from the shower and pulled one of the blades out. I hesitated, but the pain in my mind it hurt too much.

I tilted the corner of the blade into my skin and dragged it through my wrist.

I winced quietly, clenching my teeth to stop myself from crying out. I wiped the dripping blood off my arm and picked up my bag.

I walked into the living room of our shared hotel room.

"Oh alley your arms bleeding"

"Oh yeah. I just got a cut" I replied to liam.

I walked off past them and grabbed my laptop.

As I guessed more notifications were beeping and buzzing. I gripped the apple laptop and walked over to the hotel window. I looked out of it, we were at least seven stories high. I pulled open the window and threw my laptop out.

I couldn't hear the crash, but I saw it split and crack apart all over the ground. Alarmed people looked up to see where it came from, I quickly slipped my head in before they saw me.

What have I done. Ugh. I just can't take it.