*Miranda Scott's POV*
Earlier:
"Louis! Miranda! Dining area now!" called mother. What was she going to ramble on about now?
"Yeah?" I asked casually. Louis' father, just recently divorced, peered at my mom in a romantic type of way. I gave Louis a glare. He seemed just as confused as I was.
"Kids," he said, "you might want to take a seat. This is rather big news."
Louis grinned. How I loved that cute half-smile of his, even though it wasn't rare. It often appeared, esspecially whenever there was news. "What is it?" he asked, excited.
That's when it happened. The moment when the 'rather big' news was told. The moment when Louis' most certainly adorable half-smile instantly transformed into grim displeasure.
No. This was not happening. I was going to soon be Louis Tomlinson's stepsister. The problem was I was dating Louis before our parents trashed our relationship. We loved each other. And now my mom was marrying his dad?! I felt terrible.
"It's okay, Miranda," pressed a tearful Louis. I frowned. No, it wasn't. The love of my life was going to be my brother. How come my mother was always so selfish?
"No, Lou, it isn't. I love you," I stressed, "and now that's all down the drain. Like it never even happened. I always wanted to be a Tomlinson, but not this way." He let go of me. I already missed his strong arms that would never be able to hold me again.
I felt a mix of emotions. Believe it or not, sorrow was the least of them. But anger. Great, indescribable anger was the strongest. Oh, how an envious blurb of mad grew inside of me like a weed that cannot be plucked. An unspeakable hatred for my mother was developing. No, not developing. Towering in my mind like a skyscraper.
I exploded like a firecracker. "My mother gets to marry the love of her life that she met through us! I loved you first! I loved you way before she loved your father! And I will not stand for it!" I hollered.
"Calm down, honey. There's nothing we can do about it now." remarked Louis.
Oh, Louis. Sweet, innocent Louis Tomlinson. If only he knew my plan. My devious plan to destroy my mother's engagement.
