I Don't Want You in My Life, Liam Payne

Chapter 1

Julianne's P.O.V

"Julianne Grace Anderson! Wake up!" yelled my older brother, Brandon.

"Five minutes," I mumbled into my pillow. 

"Nope, wake up!" Brandon yelled again and jumped on my bed. 

"What do you want?" I asked, irritated. 

"Come on, you said you'd introduce me to the new girl at the flower shop," Brandon said. 

"Brandon, you're 22-years-old. I think you're old enough to introduce yourself," I told him. 

"Please Julianne, do me this one favor," he begged with his brown, puppy dog eyes. 

"Fine, but you owe me," I said, lazily standing up from my bed. 

"Thank you," Brandon said, kissing my temple and getting out of my room. 

I looked over at my alarm clock to check the time: 8:47 a.m. Deciding to take a quick shower, I pull out my clothes first before grabbing my bath robe. While the water on my shower heated, I scrolled through my shower playlist. Lionheart by Demi Lovato started to play through my bathroom as I scrubbed myself with my strawberry shampoo. 

"Julianne! Breakfast is almost done! Hurry!" my brother's voice sounded through the other side of my door. 

"Going!" I called, drying myself with a towel. 

Quickly, I dressed myself in a purple polo, dark blue jeans, and slipped my black TOMS on my feet. My straight hair was left loose to dry since I probably didn't have enough time to dry it. 

"Good morning, sweetie," my mom greeted when I sat down for breakfast. 

"Morning mom," I greeted back. 

"David! Brandon! Breakfast!" my mom called. 

Both my dad and Brandon walked into the kitchen, sitting down next to each other. 

"What's for breakfast, Vanessa?" dad asked. 

"Julie's favorite: chocolate chip pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon," mom answered. 

I slightly cringed at the nickname my mom gave me. I've never liked that nickname, but never had the heart to tell her that either. 

"Thanks mom," I said, squeezing her hand softly. 

Breakfast was uneventful, like usual. Mom would only talk about the neighborhood gossip; who was cheating on who, who bought a new something, who just moved in, etc. 

"So Julianne, I was talking with George from next door. He's selling his Nissan Altima, asked me if I was interested. I told him I'd think about it," dad said, winking at me. 

"Really? A car? For me?" I asked. 

"Yeah I figured Brandon wouldn't have to give you a ride everyday anymore," dad said. 

"Thanks dad!" I squealed, standing up to hug him. 

"Speaking of giving you a ride, we have to go now or you'll be late," Brandon said, standing up from his place. 

I scarfed down my last piece of bacon then ran upstairs to grab my things. Rapidly, I brushed my teeth in my bathroom knowing I had everything else ready. 

"Julianne! Come on!" Brandon yelled as I descended the stairs. 

"Coming!" I answered. 

By the time I said good-bye to my parents, Brandon was already buckled up in his pick-up truck. Well someone was anxious to see a girl.