My Life as Taylor Swift's little sister. (Hey I'm Payton Swift!)

Chapter 25: Headlines & Horan Hugs

- Payton -






My eyes widened as I saw the messy pile of newspapers and magazines sitting on the kitchen island. They had my face on each one ... and my heart shattered at the headlines.


Justin, Austin, Cody and now, Harry?
Is Payton Swift learning her sister's ways?
Payton Swift: Hollywood's new slut?
Does wanting a Styles run in the family?
Payton Swift: the new Taylor? (pics inside!)
Payton's heading in the wrong direction.


They went on and on. Looking up, I make eye contact with every single person in the room.


Harry - apologetic and angry


Liam - angry


Zayn - pissed off, apologetic and hurt


Louis - absolutely pissed off


Rae - apologetic


Niall - heartbroken and angry


I couldn't bear to look at them any longer. With tears streaming down my face, I rush out of the kitchen and into the living room, collapsing on the couch. My sobs got louder and I hear loud footsteps running over to where I am. I look up and see Louis' blue eyes in front of me, his arms open wide. I wrap my arms around the boy and just cry, tears staining his shirt.


"D-d-d-do y-you all h-h-hate m-me?" I stutter, my breathing uneven after all my crying. Louis shakes his head and holds me tightly, seating me on the couch. Lou stays quiet, and knowing that I'm still upset, comfortingly rubs my back with his hand. "D-do you guys th-think I'm a slut too? Do you?" I question him, my voice getting louder.


"Payton, we don't hate you. We know the truth, and we know that you're not a slut."


"You're lying! You're lying I KNOW IT!" I scream and jump up from the couch, Louis grabbing my arm and pulling me back down before I could run away. He wraps his arms around me and just hugs me, the two of us sitting silently, the only noises were my sobs.


"Wh-what am I gonna do about Niall?" I ask and Louis gives me a questioning look.


"What do you mean?"


I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. "I-I-I-I really like him and I don't want him to think that I've got some fling with Harry. I don't want him to think I'm a slut but it's too late now because he probably already thinks that!" I yell loudly, and Louis sits there quietly, trying to think of something to say. Out of frustration, I scream and start crying again. I run up to my room and hide under the covers, staining the lovely white pillow with my tears.


Why does this stuff always happen to me?
Why don't people want me to be happy?
Am I really such an awful person?


Tons of awful thoughts run through my brain. I can't believe that I'm actually taking this to heart, but I am because there's a part of me that believes every horrible phrase thrown at me is true. I cry even harder, but stop for a moment as I hear a knock on the door.


"Louis, go away!" I yell and the person sighs.


"Come on, Payton," Louis sighs and I can hear the exhaustion in his voice. He's my best friend, I shouldn't do this to him. "Payton, let me in!" he exclaims and I jump at his tone of voice. I immediately jump out of my bed and walk over to the door.


"Okay, okay! Please don't yell at me!" I express loudly, wiping away a couple of tears that had slipped out of my eyes. I open the door and Louis runs in, almost tripping over his own feet. I giggle and then close the door, sitting back down on my bed after. He sits down beside me and we kind of just sit there in a comforting silence.


"Are you okay?" asks Louis and I shrug, running a hand through my hair as I flop backwards onto my bed.


"I'm fine ... I guess. I'm really used to seeing stuff like that about me in magazines. It happens a lot," I tell him as he flops backwards onto the bed as well. "I don't get what I did to these people for them to say that about me?"


"You haven't done anything," he explains, sighing as he looks up at the ceiling. "They just need to make money, and it seems like headlines about you make them quite a bit of money."


I sigh and cover my face with my hands.


"Can I be alone for a bit?"


An exhausted sigh is release as I hear Louis get up from my bed and walk towards the door.


"Text one of us if you need anything, alright?"


"Alright," I tell him and seconds later I hear the door close. After I hear him walk down the hall, I crawl under the covers of the bed, finding comfort among the pillows and blankets.


It's stuff like this that really gets to me. The negativity, the rumours, the hate ... just everything. When you think about, it's really silly of me to let everything negative get to me but it's so difficult to not.


I shouldn't have gotten involved with any of Taylor's friends, but I guess if I didn't I wouldn't have had some amazing times ...


And I wouldn't have become so close with Niall and Louis, the two greatest friends.

***

After about an hour and a half of over-thinking recent events, I grabbed my phone and texted Lou, asking him to bring me some water. I don't even get a reply back, as after a couple minutes had passed, I hear a knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in," I whisper, barely audible. I look up at the person walking through the door and hide underneath the covers once more.

"Come on, Payton, don't hide from me," he says and his accent rings through my ears. "Payton," he whispers and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't want you to see me. I look awful."

"I doubt it."

I sigh and peek my head out from under the blanket, my heart skipping beats as I see his blue eyes looking right at me. "Niall, just give me the water," I say and he shakes his head. "Niall," I state again and he just shakes his head. Niall then puts the water on the bedside table and joins me under the covers, his arms wrapped around me as he pulls me in for a hug.

I love his hugs ... they're like heaven. He just gives hugs that are that good.

"Are you disappointed in me?" I ask him and he gives me a confused look.

"Why would I be disappointed?" he asks me and I notice that tears are welling up in my eyes. I try to put together a sentence, but I can barely speak. Niall sighs and holds me tighter, letting me sob on his shoulder. "Payton, don't cry. None of us hate you, none of us agree with the magazines. We know you're not a slut, we know. Please don't cry, you'll be okay, the rumours will stop," Niall whispers in my ear, wiping away a couple of my tears.

"I-I-I just feel like I've disappointed everyone with the recent headlines. What do my parents think? Do they think that they should have me move back home instead of me living with Taylor? What does Taylor think? What do Justin, Austin and Cody think? My friends? Taylor's fans? I'm supposed to be doing something with my life, not destroying future oppourtunities because of stuff I did as a teenager!" 

Niall just looks at me, completely silent. Judging by the look on his face, I assume that he's taking in everything I've just said. Is it wrong that I've taken everything out on him? Is it? I really don't know anymore. Tons of thoughts start going through my head, but quickly I snap out of it when Niall says my name.

"Do you wanna go to Disneyland with me tomorrow? I was planning on going with the boys, but I'd rather go with you now," he blurts out and then blushes a little after. I laugh and hug him tightly.

"I'd love to."

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YAY FINALLY I FINISHED WRITING THIS !!

I'm sorry for not updating, I've been extremelyyyy busy! I've even put off homework & all that kind of stuff just so I could write this.

Anyway, I love you all so much & enjoy the song at the side :)
sophia xx

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