Live, Love, Laugh And Forget (Being Usher's Niece Sequel)

Story Time

It was 3 in the morning by the time we got back from the club.

Exhausted I walked up to my room. Justin was behind me. We dropped off Caitlin and Ryan before we went home.

Once I reached my door I stopped and turned around.

“Goodnight.” I told him before turning back to the door grabbing a hold of the handle and turning it. But before the door was all the way open, Justin grabbed me and turned me back around. He smiled before give me a kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight.” He said before walking down the hallway to his own room. As I watched him disappear into his room I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the kiss was a bit further left on my face.

I sighed before walking into my room. I changed my clothes and washed my face before lying down in the bed and falling asleep.

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The next morning I was awoken by the bright sunlight in my eyes, squinting at the clock beside me I was able to read it. 11:00am

I groaned as I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

I was horrified by what I saw in the mirror. My mascara was all clumped up and running down my face from washing my face last night, and my hair looked a rag dolls hair. I got into the shower and cleaned myself up. Once I got out I blow dried my hair and changed into a pair of white jeans with gold accents on the back of then along with that I wore a bright blue V-neck.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. All I could hear was silence, and no one was in sight. I poured myself a cup of coffee and propped myself up onto the counter and scrolled through my twitter feed. I almost spit my coffee out of my mouth when I noticed how many people have followed me because of last night and all the paps.

All I did was stare at my profile page. 50k followers. Oh my god.

After my staring sesh I got a text from Usher telling me he was at the studio with Justin and said if I wanted to stop by I could get the driver to drive me.

Still in shock I got up from where I was sitting and walked to the front door and walked out. The driver pulled up quickly and opened the door for me.

I got in and told him where to go.

Once at the studio it was the typical paps crowd, but this time they were all behind velvet ropes, shooting camera left and right.

I briefly thanked the driver and hopped out of the car, all I saw was flashes. Voices left and right yelling my name with numerous questions.

Nicole, are you and Justin dating?

Nicole did you and Justin hook up?

Nicole why did you suddenly move to Atlanta? Was I because you wanted fame?

Nicole were you adopted?

I turned around and glare at the flashing light because of the last question.

I picked up my pace, quickly walking through the doors and to the elevators. Walking through the doors and pressing the button. Before the door could close someone’s hands stopped it. A person came through the door with a huge security guard.

“Hello.” I looked up to meet a pair of green eyes.

Harry Styles.

My eyes went wide. “H-Hi.” I said with a smile.