Simon's Daughter

The boys of One Direction never knew Simon had a daughter and Simon wanted to keep it that way. Simon was very overprotective of his daughter and knew that one of the boys would try to win her over, which gave him the idea of "hiding" her from the boys.

*It may seem pretty lame in the beginning, but it gets better :)*


2. Chapter 2

Julia's POV:
I woke up to an annoying Christa jumping on my bed.

"I hate you." I mumbled. I'm sure she could hear the annoyance in my voice.

"Love you too, Jules." she giggled and hopped off my bed, satisfied that she woke me up. I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed my phone from under my pillow. I saw that I had 1 unread text from my dad.

From: Dad
'Goodmorning sweetheart. I had a lot of work to do today, so I've already left. I'll be back later, have fun with Christa. Love you both. xx'

I sighed and got up from my bed stretching. I wasn't shocked or surprised at all. He's never here anyways.

"Okay well he already left, so wanna go to starbucks?" I suggested, still having a groggy voice. Christa agreed, and we both got ready for the day.

After we both finished taking our showers and got dressed, I decided to sneak up on Christa for revenge from this morning. She was doing her makeup which I thought was a perfect time to scare her, so she'd mess up. Suddenly, I jumped out behind her and she screamed, causing her to leave a streak of eye liner across her cheek. I laughed hysterically and she shoved me away.

"You're a bitch I hope you know that." Christa tried hiding her laughter but I saw right through her.

"Christa Isabelle Cowell. Watch your language." I mocked my father's voice from yesterday.

"Whatever." she grumbled and shut the door. I just continued to laugh and make fun of her.
We sat down at a table in Starbucks and drank our mochas. I was about to get up and throw away our cups when we finished, until I noticed Christa's worried face. "What's wrong, Christa?" I asked her, frowning. She pointed towards the entrance and there they were. One Direction. I knew they didn't know who I was, but I still couldn't let them see me. Just in case. We had to leave immediately. I grabbed Christa's hand and we rushed over to the trashcan.

"Shit." I muttered to myself. I left my phone at the table and rushed back to get it. Without looking up, I ran back to Christa, but I felt myself slam hard against something, causing me to almost fall. I felt someone's hand catch me, before my bum hit the floor. The kind person helped me stand up, and I brushed myself off. I looked up, and freezed. It was Niall who caught me. He stared at me with a smile.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he began to apologize, but there was no time for that.

"No worries, it was my fault. Sorry." and with that, I ran out with Christa by my side.

Niall's POV:
The lads and I walked into Starbucks, eager for a little caffeine to wake us up before we got to work. I pulled out my phone, going on twitter when I accidentally bumped into a stranger. Before she could fall, I caught her in my arms, and smiled at her. She was a very pretty girl, indeed. She looked worried, but I guess it was because she almost fell.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" before I was able to finish apologizing, she cut me off.

"No worries, it was my fault. Sorry." She ran out with another girl quickly before I could say another word. I guess Harry saw her appearance too, because he was in a daze.

"Harry, snap out of it. It's not like you've never seen a pretty girl before." Louis stated, causing me to let out a small chuckle.

Julia's POV:
"That was a close one." Christa laughed. I stared at her emotionlessly because what happened wasn't funny at all. It was terrifying.

"Christa, that wasn't funny. If they find out who I am, my dad will probably kill me." I groaned, making my way to my car.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm still a bit confused. Why can't they know about you? A lot of people already do." Christa asked.

"Because. You know my dad. Super overprotective. That's one of the reasons I've never had a boyfriend. He basically scares them all away." I rolled my eyes and approached my car. Christa got in on the passenger seat side, while I got in on the driver's side.

"Of course. I remember when we were younger and he didn't allow any boys to your birthday parties." We both laughed at the memory.

"But now I'm 17 and I will gladly invite whoever I want to my parties." I laughed and heard a 'ding!' coming from my phone. I picked it up and read a messagge from my father.

From: Dad
'Hey, Jules! You're still coming to the show today, right? xx'

Oh crap I forgot all about that. Today was the first day of the live taping of the X Factor.

To: Dad
'Yes, of course. Christa and I are on our way now. xx'

From: Dad
'Great! See you soon. xx'

We arrived to the studio, and met my dad backstage.

"So happy that you two could make it!" My dad greeted us and engulfed us in a hug. I forced a smile out, but he didn't notice. "The show doesn't start for about 20 minutes so you girls can wait in the dressing room until then. I don't want anybody seeing you." Wow. Thanks dad. He ushered us into his dressing room and we sat on the couch, sloppily. "Okay, girls I'll come get you in a few." He smiled, exiting the room.

"I honestly don't want to be here." I sighed, laying my head on Christa's shoulder. She pat my head probably not caring.

"Hey. We're not here for you. We're here to support your dad." Christa replied.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I mumbled, taking my head off of her shoulder. How is she so happy? It might be 3 o' clock, but I still want to go back and lay in my bed.

"Well I'm going to the bathroom, babe. I'll be back in a minute." And there I was. Alone. Christa left me alone. This day is probably one of the longest days ever. Again, I would rather be sleeping right now. I rolled my eyes and turned on the television that was in front of me. I flipped through the channels, upset that there was nothing on. I heard the door open but I figured it was just his assistant or something.

"Hey Si-" the person cut themself off. "Oh, you're not Simon." they said. Well obviously. I'm a teenage girl. Wow, Julia. You have a bad attitude today. Oh well who cares.

"Nope, I'm not." I said bluntly. I looked up still not sure of who that person was. Right when I saw the person standing at the door, he was joined by 4 other guys. Uh-oh. What do I do!? What do I say!? 'Hi I'm Julia Cowell. You don't know me, but I know you. I'm Simon's daughter by the way.' No! I can't say that! Quick Julia, find a cover-up. "U-Uh I-I'm not sure where he is, sorry." I say, trying to hide my face by looking down.

"Well can we stay in here until he comes back? There were some fans sort of following us." I heard another voice say. I didn't bother looking up.

"Sure whatever." I mumble. I'm surprised they even heard a word I said. They all sat down on the couch beside the one I'm on. Before another thing happened, the door opened once more.

"Julia Anne-" before my father could finish my full name, he froze seeing the boys.

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