Uncle Simon's Daughter

Christmas Eve

Tiffany's POV

so its been at least too long since I've been here with Demi. We went on her world tour, stayed home, and  I traveled over to Italy for a photoshoot for Teen Vogue. My life is perfect. I'm in a taxi to see my dad, Simon Cowell for Christmas eve. I'm spending two weeks with him. The only thing that bothers me is going to see One Direction again. Ugh! Harry Styles!

Shaking my head I knocked on my dad's manison double doors. A new maid opened the door," you must be Tiffany!" Rolling my eyes I glared at her," no really? what do you think I was.. a hippie with a Burberry handbag?" She sighed and I could see anger in her eyes," Mr. Cowell's in his singing studio." Glaring at the young annoying maid I walked off hearing my Christian LoVatins hiels tap on the ground as my dark brown hair bounced in curls. I wore a BCBG silky ruffled shoulder length white shirt, black Bebe blazer, Guess black leather shorts, and classic white pointy preppy shoes, with black high knee socks. With my Burberry black expedition handbag. "Tiffany?", I heard my dad ask as he saw me. "ohh hello dad.", I smiled a bit seeing that my shiny Chanel lip gloss glimmer in the light. "Its so good to see you.", he came to give me a hug. "uhh dad new blazer not trying to wrinkle it thanks.", I backed away a bit. "just like your father." he chuckled as he turned to the singing booth. "Is that a bad thing? ", I felt tears rush up."well yes.. and then no.", he shook his head hitting some buttons. "well I'm sorry if I came out of my REAL father and not you!", I ran upstairs to my old room as a mascara tear ran down my cheek. "Tiffany!", my dad called. I locked my door crying and then sat on my window seat softly patting my cheek when the tear ran down so my makeup wouldn't smear. That's when u read over my old diary

Dear Diary,

        Today harry and Zayn were arguing over me... which I loved but sort of hated at the same time. Its not like I want to be pretty... people call me a slut and a whore. People don't know how much that hurts me.if I can't be myself without people calling me names then I think its time to change myself for who I am..I don't like the idea but I think its best for me, my fame, and how people look at me as. That counts Harry... Zayns nice and all but there's something special about harry.

             xoxo,

           Tiffany Cow€ll

I glared at the page. Then that's when I heard boy voices. "Do you think he bought chocolate pudding? ", Niall asked getting out of the car. "Forget the pudding... he had to buy call of duty 2!!", Liam and Zayn high fives each other. Louis and Niall laughed," you said duty!!" Harry came out on the phone, " look Taylor its not you... well kind of but, we're done." I then closed my diary leaving it on my soft pillow walking out of my room.

I sighed on the swirly high chair picking on my Greek yogurt. "hey Tiffany look who decided to stop by to say hi.", my dad smiled walking in having the five boys popping out. "I doubt it..", I muttered under my breath. "we did? I thought we were here for the steaks.", Niall looked around. Louis judged him looking into my eyes. Zayn and Liam smiled at me and Harry though looked like he found a prize it something. "Wow tiff long time no see.", Louis was the first to give me a hug. " ya I have to agree.", I hugged back.

After hugs I ran upstairs to get ready for our Christmas Party. I showered when I heard someone enter. "uhhh hello?", I held onto the sponge. "yea?", it was Niall. "may I help you?", I put the sponge over my spot. "no just need to use the potty.", he whistled as I heard the splashing sound of the pee. "there's ten restrooms Niall! GET OUT!!", I yelled. Walking over her muttered," what happen to the Tiffany I actually liked?"

Watching TV I thought of what niall said. I was dressed in a black strapless plain shirt, white ambercomie & Fitch pants, and my black floral toms. My hair was in beach waves."Tiffany!", my dad yelled. Running downstairs I saw Harry and the rest if the band already sitting down around the Christmas tree. There was so many celebrities there and bartenders walking around handing out drinks.

It was until Midnight when we opened presents. Of course I was always second to last. "to my daughter I love and will always love, Tiffany Cowell!", he smiled handing me a Tiffany's colored bag. Opening it I saw a diary with a matching pen that had diamonds that covered it, and a ring that engraved my name. "thanks dad I love it!!", I hugged him.

Walking out to the balcony I heard the cheers from the inside. I was playing with my Tiffany necklace when I see harry stand next to me. "I've missed you.", he mumbled under his breath. "sure you did. ", I replied looking out in the sky at the stars. "I broke up with Taylor to be with you.", he looked at me but I didn't look back. "its just your management... hm let me guess date your boss's daughter dump her for another slut and then leave be heart broken.", this time I stared at him with hatred. "no it's nothing like that.", his voice cracked. "really?", I still stared at him as he looked into the sky.  "yea.", he said quietly not looking at me. "then tell that to my face.", I hissed. He faced me and looked into my eyes. "sorry.. your too fragile to shattered.", he whispered. I slapped him walking off into the house and to my room this time crying and I knew it was going to take more than one handkerchief to clean me up.