The Author and The Popstar

Chapter 1

-Arianne's POV-

"Tomlinson!"

My eyes jerked open as I heard my surname.

I groaned when I realized that it was a shrill scream. 

" Why? Why? What have I done this time?" I asked no one as I buried my face into my fluffy pillow.

"My brother is here in Los Angeles! He's finally going to visit me!" 

Correction: He is your step brother and no, Georgia, he won't visit you. He's not even talking to you for heaven's sake! And for the last time, you aren't a Tomlinson.

Geez, why can't you remember that and put it in your demonic head?

I threw my pillow across the room and groaned again.

My name is Arianne Lucille Tomlinson. I'm 19 years old and I'm the only full blooded sister of the famous Louis Tomlinson. Meaning I have light brown hair, blue eyes and angel-like face just like my brother and my sisters. Thanks to my biological father, Troy Austin, I was separated from my mither, Johanna and my beloved step-father, Mark and my siblings: Charlotte or Lottie, Felicite or Fizzy, and of course the twins, Daisy and Phoebe.

Now instead of being in Doncaster, I am being held as a prisoner in Los Angeles, California.

The only reason I am being held here is because of of my brother's fame and my rising fame as an actress. (I've even became a companion of the doctor in Doctor Who!)

I scoffed at the thought.

Like Father, Like Daughter.

I sighed as I made my bed. 

"No way!" Another shrill voice screamed.

Geez and she brought over her minions? Oh wait, I forgot they were staying. When will they realize that the person they were talking to is just beside them? I am so tired of waking up to screams.

I resisted the urge to whack myself with a pillow.

'No, Arianne. You have to keep calm or else...'  I reminded myself.

My phone rang as soon as I changed my superman t-shirt ( a gift from my brother) and pajamas to a very comfortable t-shirt and jeans....(after I took a bath of course.)

Even if I am an actress, I still love my t-shirts and jeans unlike some wannabees I know -coughGeorgiacough-

"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked not bothering to check th caller id.

In case you are wondering, I still have that cute British accent after all I am born and raised in Doncaster.

"Aribear!" 

Immediately I have this stupid goofy grin plastered on my face.

I quickly went inside of my walk in closet. ( Lou insisted that I should have a secret walk in closet like Hannah Montana so I could talk to him privately. The first time I talked to him, it was within the hearing range of demonic Barbie wannabee and trust me, it's like a live wrestling match. After that incident, I had the lads and their families to change their number as well as mine)

"Lou-lou!" I shouted back at the phone.

"Where were you last night?" I can imagine him pouting. "The lads and I were expecting you."

"Sorry, Boo but demonic barbie wannabee is having her weekly slumber party which is all about and I quote: 'obssessing over her brother'. So I can't leave last night. Plus if I leave, she'll get suspicious and she might follow me." I explained.