The Other Cowell

This is not a love story, it’s a hate story. And somewhere that hate turned into love. But I don’t want it to be a love story. I don’t want to be in love with a jerk. I don’t want him to be able to silence me with his emerald eyes. I didn’t ask for any of this. I just wanted to help my dad out a little.

This wasn’t what I expected.

“Come on. He can’t be that bad.” Dad insisted. I shook my head. “Zaria! At least be rational! He isn’t as terrible as you make his out to be.”

“Dad, he’s out to destroy me.”


“That’s nonsense, Zari. You said you wanted to help me and now this is what you’re going to do.” He said, finality in every inch of his voice.

“I’ll do it but I won’t have fun with it.”

“You will. Maybe not the Harry bit of it, but the other four you’ll love.”

“You better hope.”

My Dad is Simon Cowell. He’s growing worried about Harry and how he’s always sleeping with women and everything like that. He’s not only worried about Harry’s health, but he’s worried about how this will make the band look. Dad’s always thinking about the money. I told him that I wanted to help him with the recordings, but he heard ‘recordings’ as ‘I want to babysit Harry for you and make sure he stays out of trouble’. Harry, the womanizer he is, is probably my least favorite person in the world. It doesn’t matter where we go he always sees some chick that he wants. It’s crazy.

“You can take Bear, but you aren’t taking Severus.” Dad told me. I pouted.

“Who’s going to take care of him them?”

“I’ll feed him, alright?”

Bear is my West Highland Terrier and basically half of me. Severus, my ball python is my other half. I was happy Bear was allowed to come with me on tour, because he as separation issues, but I was worried about Severus. My Dad was not a fan of snakes at all and was very reluctant to let me have it. I played the ‘Bear is my only friend’ card and he gave into it. Because in all reality, Bear was my only friend.

“He needs a mouse no bigger than his widest point every two to three weeks. If there’s anything wrong with him, he’s not eating, he won’t move, whatever, call me right away.” I ordered Dad. “And Dad, please don’t hold him, you know he hates it when other people hold him.”

“I wasn’t planning on touching it.”

“Not it, him.” I corrected.


“Whatever.” He waved me off.

“You leave it a week, start packing.” And just like that he sent me back to my bedroom and left me pack. I was so sad to be leaving, but I was excited to get to go places. If you don’t follow, I’m going on tour with the boys.

So here I am, a week later, saying goodbye to my beloved python who was hanging lovingly around my neck. I took him for a walk around the garden one last time and then took him back upstairs to his terrarium where I put him inside and locked the top of the screen shut so he could get out. He let out a little hiss. “It’s alright, Severus, it’s only a few months. I’ll be back before you know it.” I consoled, tapping the glass before straightening up. “Bear! It’s time to go bye –bye!” I called, watching the two year old energetic puppy come running out from his favorite hiding spot. My closet. I giggled as he jumped up at my legs, barking impatiently. “Alright, alright, calm down, let’s go get your leash on.”

I carried Bear downstairs as the doorbell rang I ran to open it and seeing it was only Louis I let him in. “I’m sorry I thought I had a bit longer. Let me get his leash and we can go.”

“It’s no problem, we’re early anyways. Do you want me to hold him?”

“Could you?”

“Of course.” I handed Bear off to him, running to the kitchen and grabbing the camouflage leash of the table and took him from Louis, putting his leash on and setting him on the ground. “Niall and Liam are putting your stuff in the car, so we can go if you’re ready.”

“Sure.”

“This is going to be fun. Are you excited?”

“Totally.” I laughed, hooking my arm through his as we walked out to the SUV. He held the door open, letting me crawl in the back first before handing Bear off to me and sliding in next to me, Niall jumping over the seat to sit next on the other side of me.

“Are you ready to party?!” Niall screamed as Paul started to drive. Bear started to whimper a little causing Niall to get quiet. “Sorry little buddy.”

“He doesn’t like driving much is all, it’s not you. He’ll be okay in a bit, just give him some time.” I told Niall as Bear curled up on my lap. “See, he’s getting better already.”

“Tour is going to be so fun with this little thing and her little thing.” Liam remarks, turning to pet my head and then Bear’s. Niall, Lois and I just started at him as his jaw dropped open.

“You guys are sick!” We started to laugh at his face.

On the plane Bear did fine. He laid on my lap in first class while I checked my things on my laptop, his tiny head rested on my arm as I typed. Sometimes he would get sick of the movements my arm made when I typed so he’d duck under my arm and crawl over onto Louis lap or Niall’s lap and curl up on them until he got sick of it and come back to me, scratching on my sweatshirt until I lifted my arm to let him under. He was a cute little one.

As soon as we got to the hotel in Ireland Niall and I headed up to our shared rooms for some much needed sleep. We dropped our bags and climbed into our separate beds, Bear curling up on the other pillow I wasn’t using.

Notes

My first official shot at a Harry fanfic. I made some in the past but they sucked so I deleted them. Yeah, my life in a nutshell. Don't be shy, let me know what you think about it so far, I'd loved to know.