A few weeks later...
CHARLOTTE'S POV
"Hey, you!"
"Wake up, sleepy pants!"
I groaned, snuggling back into my fluffy grey blanket. Fudge you guys, I wanna sleep.
"C'mon, I know you're awake." Niall groaned.
"Yeah, let's go little brat." I heard a guy say in a joking voice. Hey, no mean people in my room! I reached for the pillow by my head and threw it at the sound of the voice.
"No. Mean. Strangers. In. My. Room." I muttered, and then buried my head in my pillow. It disappeared from under my face.
"Weirdo." The voice said, and they hit me in the back with my pillow. I sat up and glared at the person, but then I realized who it was.
"GREG!" I screamed, and jumped into his arms.
"Little Horan seems to have gotten into a lot of trouble lately, hasn't she?" Greg teased. I hit him on the back of his head.
"Shut up, it's not my fault." I rolled my eyes. "It's Nialler's."
"Well, anyway, it's Christmas Eve, and my 22nd birthday!" Louis yelled, and I turned to see all five boys standing cheerily dressed in festive jumpers and jeans.
"Let me have my moment here, Louis." I growled, and wrapped my arms around Greg and began sloth position around my older brother.
"She won't get off." Greg whined, trying to pry me off his torso. Yeah, not gonna happen.
"Let's go get breakfast." I suggested, smiling up at Greg.
He dumped my on my bed.
"No, get dressed, we're going out." Niall and the other boys, including Greg, filed out of the attic, leaving me to get dressed. I picked out a red sweater with a Christmas pattern on it (it's Christmas Eve, tell me you weren't expecting me to wear a Christmas sweater). It even had little moose on it! I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, and put on my white Doc Martins. I brushed my teeth, my hair, and did all my stuff in the bathroom and then, with my phone and fur parka in hand, ran downstairs.
"GUYS, I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING!" I yelled, and six heads turned to stare at me.
"Mum and dad are still sleeping." Greg warned.
"What time is it?" I asked, frowning. Mum and dad weren't awake yet? I checked my phone. Five thirty in the morning. "You woke me up at the crack of dawn? TO DO WHAT?" I hissed.
"What did you realize, Char?" Niall asked.
"You guys have been here for, like, a month already. Why haven't you left, no offense." I said, and they all looked at each other uneasily.
"Uh, Simon is letting us stay here for a longer time than we originally planned..." Harry spoke up.
"We told him about the situation with you and he's letting us stay, and he also wants to meet you soon. Just so we can figure out the whole publicity thing." Zayn added. I nodded.
"Cool. Now, let's go. Can we get food along the way?" I asked, shrugging on my parka.
"Yeah, yeah! Let's do that, we can do that." Louis grinned, and I grabbed a grey beanie and a pair of sunglasses as we walked out the door. The street was empty, because no one likes five thirty. Ha, suckers. They miss out on seeing a boy band and the amazing Charlotte and Greg Horan.
We stopped off at the drive thru of McDonalds and got some food, and spent the next half hour driving and eating before we arrived at the mall.
"Cool, we're going shopping?" I asked.
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FanfictionMy name's Charlotte. Charlotte Horan. Yeah, my last name's Horan. It's complicated. Everyone knows about Greg, Niall's brother, but no one knows about his sister. He thinks she's been missing for a four years, but little does he know she's hidde...
