Life With Boys

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning and found myself on the couch. I felt like I've slept for years. I sat up and looked around and saw my uncle sprawled out in the recliner. There was some odd cartoon on the TV and saw the remote on the floor. I literally crawled to get it and turned it off. I crawled back to the couch and climbed on.

"Cambrie?" My uncle's voice sounded as he tiredly opened his eyes.

"Yeah Uncle Niall?" I asked softly.

"Just wondering if you were awake." He said stretching.

"I obviously am." I giggled.

"Ug!" My uncle huffed.

"What's your problem?" I asked looking at him. He was half dangling off the chair.

"I have to go to work today." He groaned.

"Why are you complaing!?" I exclaimed.

"Because I don't wanna." He whined like a baby.

"I would love to have your job. You have people adoring you. You're making money. You get to be known. And on top of it, you get to work with your best friends!" I ranted.

"Being famous isn't all that great, Cambrie." My uncle said getting up. He started for the stairs and I followed like a lost puppy. With a lot of determination of course!

"What's so bad about it?" I asked when we entered his room. As my uncle dug in his closet, he answered.

"You don't have privacy. You can't walk the streets without being stopped. You barely get a break. You're constantly on a schedule. People hate you. Some want you gone." My uncle paused. He seemed defeated, "And some, attack what and who you love."

"Has, any one attacked you?" I asked.

"Me or my family and friends?" He turned around.

"Both." I answered crossing my arms.

"Well, thankfully not my family or friends, yet. But people have told me to leave the band and when we're at meet and greets people ignore me. But now that you're here, I'm scared that you'll have to go through that." I shook my head.

"I, I didn't know that happened." I said quietly.

"I didn't have your parents tell you because I know you would be worried. I actually only told your mother. Greg didn't even know." My uncle sat on the foot of his bed and looked down, defeated, "I don't want anything to happen to you. You're my daughter now. I need to protect you." My heart swelled when he called me his daughter. It made me cry a bit. I sat next to my uncle and he hugged me.

"I'll be fine. And besides, it doesn't seem like anybody knows I'm here. I kind of feel like an undercover cop." I laughed. Uncle Niall chuckled.

"I can always count on you to make the situation better." Uncle Niall smiled.

"That's what I'm here for." I said in a some what gansta voice. Yo dog.

"Well, if you're gonna go with me, get ready." I nodded and scampered off to my room. I dug in my boxes looking for a simple orange v-neck and jean capris. It took me a good five minutes to find my white converse. When Uncle Niall finally got out of the shower I could brush my teeth and hair. I braided my hair to the side and skipped down stairs.




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My book was held firmly in my hand. I was sitting quietly on the small couch in the studio we were in and just kind of, ease dropped into the conversation between Uncle Niall and Harry.

"Harry, my mum is driving me insane. She won't stop calling me about Cambrie. And she gives me the same lecture every time she calls. I'm seriously considering just dropping the bomb!" My uncle whispered yelled. Clearly he knew I was in the room. Keeping quiet is not a specialty of his. Stick to singing Uncle Niall.

"Niall James Horan!" Harry started. I saw my uncle shush him, "If I think you mean by dropping the bomb is dropping Cambrie, shut your fat mouth. You can't let that little girl go back home. She clearly loves living here and why send her some where that will just always remind her of her parents? She needs to be here, with you." Harry sternly told him. I was getting worked up. I simply left the studio and weaved my way to the bathrooms.

Once my target was found I slammed my body into the heavy door and stood over a sink. I just let loose with the tears. I spilled my heart out in the clean, white sink. Everything Harry said, was true. Well I don't know about the whole bomb dropping thing. But I don't wanna go back to Ireland. Living in London, even though only for a short time, has made me happier. I don't have the constant reminder that my parents are gone. I have Uncle Niall to keep me entertained and he's young. I have the fun uncle while I also have authority keeping me straight. In all honesty, I'm better off in London. I can start a new life and clean up any mistakes I've made in the last fourteen years.

"Oh, sweetie. Are you okay?" A lady asked me concerned. I looked up to her. She looked maybe twenty. Long brown hair and hazel eyes. I don't trust her already.

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered. She still stood by me as I splashed some water on my face.

"Are you sure you're fine?" I nodded and thanked her for her concern and made my way back to the studio. When I walked in the boys were practicing. I went and laid down on the couch. I held my book close to me and stared blankly at the red carpet.



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A/N: Soooo....

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