Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

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Here I am. Just alone in my room on a gloomy day just like always. It's not that I like being alone in my room, it's actually quite comforting. I always have my headphones in listening to some type of music, but not today. Today I just sit here and draw. I love drawing. It's my passion.

My names Alyson. Alyson Porter. I'm sixteen and the daughter of Larry Stylinson, a.k.a, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson--which we currently reside in L.A. I was adopted by my dads when I was thirteen, so was my brother, Kaiden. My dads wanted the experience to have a teen kid along with a baby, so we have a three month year old baby sister, Jamie. Kaiden was had came into the picture when my dads had found out how bad the foster home was treating him, so they adopted him as well. I felt for Kaiden at that time. He didn't know anything--and when I say anything, he didn't know why he was there. He hated it. He had suppressed immense depression there of all hours of the day, and I witnessed it.

My dads are hardly ever home, so is Kaiden. They all have their shares in their fame and I don't. I stay home with Jamie; I love taking care of her; I love taking the role of a mother; I don't mind it. My actual parents died in a house fire and my grandparents had past away. I was an only child, and I didn't want to stay in the care of any of my aunts or uncles.

I clean up the area where I'm drawing and put the drawing aside. It's a new project I'm working on, along with several others. I'm also trying painting, mostly with water colors. Right now I'm painting flowers, but that's something I haven't gotten around to in a week.

Jamie lies on my bed and I check on her. I fed her not too long ago, so she should be good. I pick her up and kiss her on her head. She's my little ray of sun shine. I want kids of my own someday. Someday. Someday that day will come, but before that, I want to be married first. I'm not having sex until marriage, that's for sure.

Call me old fashioned, but I think that sex is something that should be between two people who love each other for eternity, not just for one night. That goes against my beliefs. I'm a pretty organized girl. My dads have me enrolled in a private school online, so it's pretty cool. I get good grades and never get into any trouble, so that pretty much sums up my life.

Even though me and Kaiden aren't blood related, I feel like we are. We're pretty much like any other brother and sister. We laugh and fight, but we both love each other. He had big dreams since as long as he and I could remember, and I remember the clear day, as soon as our dad's brought us home for the first time and we had dinner together, they asked him what were his dreams.

He told them, and they made his dreams come true. He sometimes feels guilt for Dad Harry and Dad Louis for giving him that big helping hand, because he feels what most of the directioner fans say are true; that he's only famous through his dad's and that's it.

I sit down criss crossed on my bed with Jamie in front of me. Like I said, my dads are hardly ever home, and neither is Kaiden. Well, he's here more than Dad Harry and Dad Louis. But that all changes today. Dad Harry and Louis both have three days off starting today, so they're coming home.

The new One Direction tour is coming up, so they've been at rehearsals and then the studio for another album. They dumped the old management team for a new and better one that does the same as the last one did, but they don't interfere with Harry and Louis' life.

I pull my phone out and text Kaiden.

When are you coming home?

Just finishing up some work here at the studio. I'm almost done, so I'll be there in a little, bit baby sis.

I don't reply to the text and take Kaiden's word for it. I lay down next to Jamie and admire her pure natural beauty. As I continue to helplessly gaze at her small infant body, I hear the sudden noise of the front door opening, and voices filling the room. I immediately get up and run to the doorway as I see my dad's standing in front of me with their suitcases and bags in their hands.