Nikki's pov

The moment I enter the door, everyone springs to their feet and look at me.
So, Harry won't stop staring and it's beginning to be creepy. But I'm feeling dizzy and I'm not in my normal mood.

“Well, HELLO there!”, I say with a huge smirk on my face.

Okat, maybe I drank a bit too much. Well, I did drink the whole bottle actually so there's no surprise in me feeling giddy.

I look at the people gathered in the room. There's a man, in his forties holding a woman's hand.
Wait. What?
A woman's hand?
Oh shit.
She's smiling kindly and behind her is a girl about my age. She's looking at me like I'm some piece of dog crap on her Louboutin shoes.
Lovely.
Then, on the other part of the room is Luke and the boys. I'm trying not to scream or anything but that's kind of hard. I have been a “Directionner” since their beginning even though I'm hiding it, because you know, it doesn't match my badass reputation.
They wave at me and I flash them a smile. My dad clears his throat and I turn around.

“Hello, Nikki. Was your trip good?”
“Yep. Well... I may have lost myself on the way here but fortunately...”, I look discretely at the name the guy entered in my phone, “...Max...took me home.”

He frowns.

“You what?! And who's that Max?”
“He's a guy I met when I was lost. It's not like you care anyway, I mean you could have at least came to the airport, but noooo..!”

Ouch. 1-0 for me.

He chooses to ignore my sass and continues.
“Erm...Come here, so you can meet everyone.”

Seriously?
Well...if I have nothing else to do I might at least try to learn who my enemy is.

“So this is Maureen, my fiancee” he says looking at the woman holding his hand.

No kidding. I would never have guessed.

“We are getting married in two weeks.”

Wait, what??

“What?? You're getting fucking MARRIED and you didn't even tell mom and I before today?!”
“I'm sorry honey. But it wasn't the right time. Anyway, we want you to be a bridesmaid with Tracey.”

I glance at “Tracey”. She's actually as happy as I am : she's fuming.

“You're sorry?! And you actually thought that was gonna make it okay? Well, you know what?? I don't want to be one of your fucking bridesmaid!”

Wanting to go to my new bedroom, I storm out of the room but, quickly realising I don't know my way around this house, I have no other choice but to ask my dad. I however think better of it and burst into the living-room, trying not to be embarrassed because of everybody's stare ( and Tracey's smirk ) and grab Luke. I quickly drag him behind me. I then stop and try to hide my anger.

“So...hum...do you know where I'm supposed to sleep?”
“Yep...”he says popping the “p”, “I think you have to share a room with Tracey before we design your bedroom.”
“Oh, joy...” I answer.

He tries not to laugh and I frown. I really don't want to share a room with my bitchy stepsister. I finally sigh and follow Luke to Tracey's room. He leaves me there with a sympathetic smile.

I enter the room and –
Ugh.
No way.
Posters of Justin Bieber are plastered all over the walls.
I have to change this right away. I spot my bed and my suitcases that were brought before. I have a wall full of Justin Bieber's face next to my bed and I suppose Tracy won't mind if I change it a bit. I really don't want him to watch me while I sleep. Although, that actually happened one time, and it's something I'm trying to erase from my memory.
Brr.
Creepy.
And if Tracy doesn't like it, well, she can go fuck herself.

I decide to unpack and start with my bag full of posters. I have a few of One Direction and a lot of Taylor Swift and 5 Seconds of Summer. There's no way I'm putting posters of One Direction on my wall while they can come to this house, though. I tap the other posters on my wall and when that's finally done, I open my old laptop.
I notice a few notifications on Twitter and Facebook but what actually catches my eye is an adding demand from Salty Shryre.
Who the hell is this? I mean, Salty can't be his real name can it? Cause, if it is, then I apologize for that poor lad.
Oh, wait. The ID pic is one of Harry Styles. Pieces click in my mind and I realise it's actually an adding demand from Harry. I smirk contently to myself and add him.
Suddenly, I hear the familiar sound of a text. It's from him. I really don't want to open it but being mu curious self, I did anyway. What else can he say? He has already tried everything.

From : Justin aka the boy who can't put his pants normally
You know Nikki, you won't be able to ignore me forever.

Oh, great, we're in for another round.

To : Justin aka the boy who can't put his pants normally
Oh yes I am. Now, why don't you go harass someone else?

From : Justin aka the boy who can't put his pants normally
Good try but no.

Angry, I close my computer violently. I'm seriously so pissed at him! I really need to do something to brush it off, because I think I'm going to kill someone right now.
I make up my mind and decide to dance, as it usually helps me get away from things.
I turn the music on : Good Girls, by 5 Seconds of Summer and start to dance.

Harry's pov

We've been sitting on David's couch for a while now, talking about our new album and stuff when we hear the music.
Oh god, I love this song. I smile and start humming it. The boys look at me and smirk.
What? I can't even enjoy a song now?
Tracy frowns but the moment she sees me, winks.
Ugh.
She's annoying. It's been three years since the moment she made me understand she has a crush on me and, I don't really want to push her away, as her stepdad is one of our producers.
David furrows his eyebrows and sighs.

“What is she doing? We cannot work anymore...”, he says.
“Oh, come on, David..., cut her some slack! She is not hurting anyone, is she?”, answers Zayn.

David shrugged.

“Well...we had finished anyway...By the way, boys, how about we go to the restaurant tonight? So you can “properly” meet Nikki”

The boys and I look at each other and nod. .

“Well, we'd love that!”, I said with a smile.

It sure will be entertaining.
Nikki's pov

It's 6 o'clock when I finish dancing and hear a knock on my door. I open it surprised to find Tracy behind it.

“Can you move out of the door??”
“Can you stop being a bitch?”
“Excuse me?? You're the whore coming into my house!”
“Me, a whore? Have you had a look at yourself?”
“Oh...so I'm the one with pink-tipped hair??”
“Well, I like it. Can't say the same about your damp brown hair though.”

We stop suddenly when Niall and Zayn appear in front of us.

“Hum...girls...you may want to stop arguing...we're going to the restaurant and David wants you guys to be elegant...”

Niall smiles apologetically, looking at me. He mouths Sorry. I shrug and make my way to my suitcase. Something elegant....Something elegant...
Well...Too bad...I don't have something elegant.
I'll go with blue high waisted jeans and a white crop top. If my dad's not happy, well...he'll have to put up with it.

I go into the bathroom and put some eyeliner and mascara. I finish with some light pink lipstick.
I choose some black Van's and step downstairs. When I reach the living-room, everyone turns to look at me.

“I said something elegant, Nikki.”, frowns my dad.
“Too bad. It was either that or some shorts.”

He makes that weird sound with his mouth, that sounds a lot like “ugh” and everybody goes through the door. Tracy shoots me a look of disgust that Harry notices. He takes my arm.

“Shall I?”, he pronounces with a posh accent.
“You shall, my dear!”, I answer, trying to make an english accent.

The boys turn to me and burst out laughing.

“What?”, I ask, lost.
“You sound ridiculous!”, tells me Louis before imitating me.

Oh he doesn't know what I can do. I smirk and jump on his back, trying to make him fall. The thing is he must be twice as strong as I am and he starts carrying me around the house.

“Let me gooo! Louis!”, I yell before laughing so hard my gut hurt.

He finally puts me on the ground again. I stand up laughing. He smiles at me and the boys and I get into a car.
Well, they're quite funny, maybe I shouldn't think they're like Justin.

“Umph...! Hurry up!” snorts me Tracy
“ You shouldn't do that, you know. Making ugly faces gives wrinkles. Oh, wait. It's your real face! Sorry!” I reply smirking.

Harry's trying hard not to laugh while Tracy just turns around to go back to my dad and her mom. He stares at me.

“What?”
“Nothing”, he says with a smile.

During the trip to the Hilton, I joke a lot with the boys. They're really nice and funny. And hot. Especially Harry.
Okay...Calm down Nikki.
Remember you can't get close to them. Anyway, you will be leaving soon.
Wow...That's so weird...I'm talking to myself...

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the voice of Niall.

“Food!!”, he yells before running towards the restaurant.

I laugh and get out of the car. That's when I notice the paps and fans.
Oh, great.
If mom sees me in magazines again, she will be furious. I keep my head down while walking to the door. Harry takes my hand, thinking I'm scared or something. Surprised, I raise my eyebrows but don't let go of it.
The girls are kind of scary though. They're all yelling and staring weirdly at me. I guess that's because I'm still holding Harry's hand. I quickly take my hand, not wanting to be murdered and walk into the restaurant.

Harry's pov

When Nikki stops holding my hand, I felt a bit empty.
But I can't be empty.
I'm not even that close to her. I only met her likd 3 hours ago. And David will kill me if I make a move on her. Let's not forget Tracy.
Anyway, we enter in the restaurant and every single people dining turns to look at us.
Awkward.
I go to David's table and sit next Liam and Nikki.
She seems quite worried about something and I'm gonna ask her why when David speaks :

“So, Nikki...Your mother didn't want to tell me why she sent you there...”

She immediately changes her attitude. She looks like she might explode, or kill someone, and that someone would probably be her father.

Nikki's pov

“So Nikki...You mother didn't want to tell me why she sent you there.”

He really had to say that. He could have just asked about the courses I had at school or whatever but he had to ask that fucking question. And there's no way I'm answering that one.

“And?” I answer, trying to be nice for once.
“Well, I'd like to know why my daughter is sent to live with me. May I remember you that I am your father?”
“May I remember you that you never talked to me before today, in my whole life?! So don't go all fatherly on me! Besides it is none of your fucking business!”

I didn't realise I got up and that everyone in the restaurant is me.
Okay...Awkward. Again.

“Nikki! I will not tolerate this language! How do you dare speaking to me like that?!”
“The fact that you just ignored what I said proves me right. You really are an as-”

I'm cut by my phone ringing. I look in my father's eyes and understand that if I answer the phone right he will get even madder.
Good.
I take my phone out and look at the caller ID : Hannah
I immediately pick up.

“Han? Why are you calling me?”
“I'm sorry Nikki. I'm really sorry. He called. And asked where you were...”
“You didn't tell him where I was huh?”
“I'm really sorry Nikki...He told me he just wanted to talk to you...”
“Oh my god...Great, I just needed that...”
“I think he's really coming Nikki...”
“No he is not coming! And even if Justin comes, well he can go fuck himself because I'm never talking to him again!”
“I know Nikki...I'm really sorry...”
“Don't worry Han... I'll handle it. I gotta go though, talk to you later.”
“Yeah, bye.”

The call ends, and I'm fuming. Mad. If Justin dares to show up – and I don't doubt he will – he'll surely go straight to the house, or wherever I am and make it worse.
I look up at the people sitting around the table, and see that confusion is on all their faces.
And...oh! A bit of jealousy from Tracy! How surprising!
My dad finally speaks up :

“Hum...Nikki..What's actually on?”

I want to yell at him again but, feeling the tears building up. But I can't cry, I never cry.
Well, apparently, this time I can.
I quickly run out of the restaurant, in a dark alley, sit on the ground and break down.

Liam's pov

Everyone is too stunned to talk. I look at Zayn and raise my eyebrows. What the hell is going on?

“Um...Maybe someone should go and talk to her...?”, I tell David.
“I'll do it”, answers Harry immediately.

Hum...Interesting...

Harry's pov

I'm searching in a creepy alley when I find her. She's sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, and, seeing her like this, I can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy, or was it more?, for her.

“H—harry?”, she asks weakly.

I settle next to her and lean to look at her face.

“Shh...calm down...”, I whisper to her like she's a tiny baby that I have to protect.

What the fuck Harry, stop being so weird. Pedophilia isn't good.

“I don't want him coming back...”, she cries.
“Who?”, I try to question not too quickly.

She suddenly seems to realise she broke down in my arms and gets up really fast, trying to get the dust out of her shorts. There's an embarrassing silence.

“Hum...maybe we should go back inside”, she says awkwardly.
“Why not go straight to your house?”

She looks at me teasingly and wiggles her eyebrows.

“Wow...horny that much?”

I smirk and answer :

“Well that wasn't what I meant but if you beg for it...”

She laughs and slaps my arm playfully.

“Come on Styles! Let's go get a taxi!”
“ Don't call my Styles!”, I whine.
“ Oh, so do you prefer rainbow? That's it! Rainbow is your new name!
“ But it's a girl's nickname!”, I pour.

She laughs openly and shrugs.

“ Well it's you new name, and I don't care if you're not happy with it!”, she announces before heading happily to a taxy.

I'm telling you, that girl is bipolar. I guess she stopped being sad. I hope it's thanks to me...gnegnegne...Okay...I really need to stop eating so much sugar at breakfast. It makes me be a weirdo.

I smile when I see her waving at me, and follows her to the cab, shaking my head.

Notes

yoooo, i'm back!!
so guys i'm having trouble with the website or whatever so i have to post all the chapters again( ugh )
anyway, love yaaaa
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