Lessons Learned

Impact

SIerra's POV:  

I can't believe this.  Oh my God.  I'm so beyond pissed.  Why would Uncle Simon do this to me?    I sat in the passenger seat of this Louis' guy's porsche, watching as  George threw my bags into the trunk.  Uncle Simon stood on the lawn, talking to Louis.   I can only imagine what Uncle Simon was telling him, probably warning him of what a horrible person I am. 

I'm not horrible.  I'm....hell, I don't know.  But, it would be great if I was allowed to figure it out instead of having to go out on tour with this boyband.

One Direction?  Yeah, I've heard of them.  Uncle Simon has been in love with them ever since he put them together.  I've heard their song on the radio, it's catchy, but not something I would prefer to listen to.  They've been over to our house  for a few of Uncle Simon's stupid dinners, but I always find a way to get out of those. 

Honestly, I've never been interested in all the fake people that surround my uncle.  He's loaded and they know it.  They constantly talk shit behind his back about how he's such an asshole, but the minute they're invited for dinner or anything else, theyn drool all over themselves.   I hate seeing people  treat him like that.

I love Simon, I really do.  But he borderlines on overprotective.  My parents died in a car crash almost 8 years ago, so I'm all he has left.   I know he loves me, but he needs to let me grow and become the person that I want to be.  What kind of person is that?  Well, I already told you, I don't know.

"Ready, love?" Louis  asked, as he got into the driver's seat and buckled his seat belt.

"Don't call me love," I said, glaring at him.  I looked up when there was a gentle tap on the car window, finding Uncle Simon.   I unrolled the window and looked at him.  "What?"

He reached in the car to brush one of my curls from my face.  "I love you,"

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes and rolled the window back up.  I couldn't help but make a disgusted grunt when Louis happily waved at Simon.   I just wanna sleep, I've been in a dirty, disgusting jail cell all night.  I need a shower and I need sleep.

This is gonna be the biggest joke of my life.  Having One Direction and their management team babysit me for the summer, just freakin' shoot me.

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Louis' POV:

Well, Sierra doesn't seem too bad.  She has a bit of an attitude, but hopefully that will change.  Simon told me a little about her.  I'm sure I would be angry if my parents had died when I so young too.  Poor girl.   She's pretty though.  Nice fit body, long blonde curls, nicely tanned skin, blue eyes, soft pink lips.

"Stop looking at me," she said, looking at me with a look of disgust on her face.

"Sorry," I pushed my sunglasses up on my nose and looked back at the road.

"Trying to imagine me as your next conquest?" she raised an eyebrow.  "Pfft, I'm not a fan girl.  I'm not gonna squeal and throw off my clothes,"

"It's a good thing then," I nodded.  "I have a girlfriend, so I'm not interested anyway,"

"Sure ya do," she said with a laugh.

I reached above my head in the sun visor and grabbed the picture that was neatly tucked between it and the roof.   "This is my Eleanor,"

She snatched the picture from my hand and made a face.  "Really?"

"Yeah,"

"Wow. I would have bet that you pitched for the other team," shoving the picture back at me.