Love Me or Love Me Not... (One Direction fan-fiction)

LMOLMN: Chapter 16

Ooh...there's gonna be some drama in da house! (Regina is da pro) actually, Lina is!)

I have a very bad feeling about this Chapter...it's probably going to turn out HORRIBLE! 0_0

So I hope that you'll like this Chapter and Merry Christmas! ♥

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lyza's POV:

"You did what?!" I stared incredulously at my "sister" that lazed like the bum she really was. I can't believe he actually did that to Louis and Ashy! Unbelievable!

Lina's great response was a NOT-VERY-SUBTLE eye roll. She's so ANNOYING! "Ew. If you keep stressing 'bout lil situations like this, your going to ruin what little possession of decency you have left in your appearance."

Rip my hair. I want to RIP MY HAIR OUT. "Says the chick with premature wrinkles!" I muttered under my breath. Unfortunately for me, she heard and marched over to me and growled. I growled back.

"You worthless, good-for-nothing idiot! You're much worse than Ashes! Seriously why does Dray even like you?!" The banshee shrieked.

"First off, it's Ashy," I put one finger up in her face and walked over to the gold-rimmed couch. "And I don't understand why you would have anything against her in the first place! And second of all, Dray likes me because he does. I don't know why, and right now, I honestly couldn't care less." I was currently laying down on the couch with a heart-shaped pillow in my blue-sleeved arms.

"When Daddy took me on the 1D tour, I never thought that I would fall in love with Louis! But now I just can't help myself and your stupid friend has to barge in and ruin everything between me and him!" Lina cried, tears streaming down her face; it face her the illusion of a mourning ghost.

I sighed, peeved off. "Lina, listen to yourself. You sound like a spoilt brat! Ashy has always been a fan of Louis, and for once in her life, a guy has mutual feelings for her! Why don't you just leave them be?"

"Because he's mine!"

"How?" The valentine pillow I had in my arms was now pushed against my face and it muffled my speech. "How could a guy that YOU dumped be yours when he is currently dating someone else?" I reminded myself of the talk I had with Ashy; I can't be so negative, it's just not me.

"Because I knew and had him before your hideous hag of a friend stole him from me!" I started to grow tired of Lina's constant nagging and threw the pillow at her direction. It hit her square in the face. But I was forgetting one key thing about my half-sister.

"Mom! Lyza just threw a pillow at my face!"

I mentally face-palmed myself. Lina of course, was a drama queen.

My "sister" ran out of the living room and into the garden where her mother was casually conversing with a posh-looking man. How does he look posh? He's wearing a suit, has his Albanian-blonde hair slick with hair gel and a dark brown suitcase sitting by his old man shoes. Ew.

Unsurprisingly, my sister actually disturbed their conversation by grabbing her mother's hand and dragging her to this room. I was sitting down when they came, and Lina still had the tear-streaks down her face. Clio, Lina's thirty-six year old mother, looked exactly like Lina, yet at the same time, absolutely nothing like her. Despite her age, Clio looked to be in her mid-thirties. If only I would age that well.

She was very nice and was actually quite beautiful. Her shoulder-lengthed blonde hair was styled dead-straight and her hazel eyes were deep-set. But her skinny-frame (that I was in fact taller than) seemed to be constantly fidgeting like a child. From the last time I saw her, she's changed. I mean, she looked....scared.