Hi,I'm Farrah Payne. I know what you're thinking. 'Let me guess,She's Liam Payne's sister and she's so famous and beautiful and has everything.'
If you thought that,you're far off. My brother and I have never met. My mother made sure it was kept this way,too. Approximately seventeen years and nine months ago,my father had an affair with my mother. The end result,being me. Obviously,my dad didn't want to lose his wife,so he asked to keep me a secret. I still learned about my brother and my two sisters,Liam,Ruth,and Nicola.
Second of all,I am not all that pretty. When I was younger,I was tubby. I still am, and I'm proud of that. I wear plenty of makeup,because I love the stuff. I'm only about five foot two,and get teased by my mother about that all the time.
My mother is a real piece of work,let me tell you. She never lets me leave the house,for one. Only sometimes,when I'm behaving alright. I've been homeschooled my entire life,and sheltered in our tiny apartment. I use the internet plenty,and I watch some television so I've learned that my brother has become very famous in a band called One Direction. "Farrah,sweetheart. You have to avoid being around children your age,if you ever want your father to forgive me. He said he'd find me someday." My mother told me. It was her lame excuse to keep me inside this horrible apartment. All of that ended soon,because my mother finally started trusting me enough to go outside and water the plants alone. I was hoping she would let me go to the store or something,anything would be fine.
That day came,faster than I thought. Mom was sick and in bed with a fever. "Need anything,mum?" I asked,looking at my sickly mother. "Yes,please sweetie. Can you get me some medicine from the cabinet?" She said,and I nodded quickly. "Of course!" I said happily. I had a plan,a legit plan. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of medicine. I took the cap off,and walked over to the sink. I held the medium sized bottle upside-down,letting the semi-thick liquid pour out. Once it was all gone,I walked into my mom's room with the bottle. "Mum,we're all out. We're out of milk,and sugar too!" I said,hoping she'd suggest what I was hoping for. That's exactly what she did,too. "Oh sweetie,take some money and go to the store,then." She said,obviously in a delusional state from the fever. Jackpot.
Before she could say anymore,I bolted into the living room and slid on my converse. It wasn't very often I got to go out,so I took this as an extremely generous blessing. I grabbed about £15 from my mom's purse before heading out the door. I knew my way exactly to the market,even though I had only been there about four times. I walked along the paved sidewalk,humming slightly as I did so. I looked around the calm street I loved to look at. It was so peaceful and quiet. Nothing like further into London,where my mother took me once. I started to round the corner when a car alarm went off. My head snapped around,trying to discover where the noise was coming from. I saw it was just a stray ball that some children were playing with,and turned my head back around,just in time to run into someone.
"Oh,I'm so sorry!" I said,backing up a little to take in who was standing in front of me. Before me,stood possibly the most perfect boy I had ever seen. Curly hair that fell perfectly over his eyes,his eyes an emerald green. He was much taller than me,and incredibly fit. Then it dawned on me who it was. Harry Styles,my brother's band mate.
Harry's P.O.V
I looked down at the girl I ran into. She was adorable,no doubt about it. Her long brown hair cascaded down her body perfectly in little almost-curls. She had big brown eyes and pouty lips,and boy,was she short.
"No,it's my bad!" I said,looking at her. "Are you alright?" I asked,concerned I had hurt the small girl. She shook her head and looked down,suddenly getting shy. "I have..to go. Nice meeting you." She said,moving past me,and going on her own way. I couldn't let that happen,though. "Wait!" I called,following after her. "What's the rush? Can't you stop for a little bit and talk to me?" I asked,suddenly wondering why she wasn't all that interested in me. "Sorry,I just have to get some things for my mother. I told her I wouldn't be long." She said,continuing to walk towards the large market a little bit down the road. "Well..ugh!" I said,still following her. "At least let me walk beside you and talk to you!" I shot,getting annoyed with how uninterested in me she actually was.
"Fine,whatever." She said,rolling her eyes and walking slightly slower. We walked in silence for a little while,until we reached the market. She turned to me,and looked up at me with annoyance shining in her big brown eyes. "Why are you so interested in sticking around me?" She asked,giving me a strange look. "You're Harry Styles,I'm just..Farrah." She said,looking down. So she did care.
"So,your name is Farrah?" I asked and she nodded. "Pretty name." I said,and smirked. She smiled a little and turned back around,walking inside the market. She moved expertly through the aisles,looking for what she needed. I sauntered after her,making sure I didn't lose her. She grabbed a bottle of medicine,a gallon of milk,and a bag of sugar. She turned around,obviously headed for the cash register. She saw me and jumped. "Holy shit! Why are you still following me?" She asked,giving me a strange look. "Sorry,I'm just waiting for you to let me get to know you." I said,rolling my eyes. I felt even more annoyed with her now that she was practically blocking me out.
