Dear diary,

It has been a week since I ran away with Liam. I wonder how mother and father are. I wonder if my real parents know I've ran away. If they do, what do they think of me? I wouldn't be surprised if mother and father hate me. I hope they don't come looking for me. There is NO way I'm ever going back to being kept a secret.

The boys have also warmed up to me! I'm so happy!

Zayn is my best friend int he house. We started hanging out together when he walked in on me drawing random stuff. Turns out he likes to draw too. We make sure we have a daily drawing session at least once a day.

Niall is my eating buddy. I guess being around him made me have a bigger appetite because I now consume almost as much food as he does, which is absolutely crazy!

Louis is my prankster buddy. We pull the best pranks! The other day when Liam was asleep, we put spoons all around him, even on him! He was so freaked out! It was hilarious The best thing is, we got the whole thing on video!

Then there's Harry. I guess you could consider us friends. He's not a jerk like he used to be, which is good. We worked out the sleeping arrangements to where one day one of us will sleep on the floor and the other on the bed and the next day we would switch, but he's been letting me sleep on the bed the whole time which is really sweet!

You know the dream I had the first night? Well I keep having it. Harry says I talk (and sometimes scream) in my sleep. He's never told me what he's heard. Hopefully it's not too embarrassing.

Ta ta for now,

Rhiannon Anne (Griffiths Bowen) Payne xxx

I closed my diary and put it under my pillow, I was now comfortable enough to call mine. I know it's cliche but it's the only place I could think of. I got up from the floor and stretched I walked out of my room, turning off the light's as I did so.

I skipped down the hall to the room the boys rehears in. Luckily for me, they weren't in there. I closed the door behind me. I grabbed the acoustic guitar they kept in the corned of the room and sat down criss-crossed applesauce style on the floor. I positioned the guitar and started to play.

My adoptive father taught me to play when I was five. It was one of the few fond memories I have of him. After Liam left when he was fourteen, father threw out all the instruments we owned. I'm still not sure why he did. He knew my passion was music, so was Liam's.

I closed my eyes and continued to play the beautiful instrument I held in my hands. By now I had heard all of the boys songs and I started playing my favorite one.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me/ But bear this in mind, it was meant to be/ And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks/ And it all makes sense to me." I sang. I never thought I had a good voice, But Liam says I do. Of course he's going to say that though, he's technically my brother.

"Told you!" I heard somebody say. I immediately stopped singing and scanned the room for the source. All five boys were in front of me, in the door way staring at me. I blushed and put the guitar down.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I couldn't help myself." I said as I stood up.

"It's okay. I was just telling the boys how well you sing." Liam said, which caused me to erupt into a blushing fit.

"We've got a blusher!" Louis yelled.

"I'm not that good Li."

"Yes you are!" 4/5 boys said.

"Eh," Louis said with a shrug. Liam elbowed him in his side. "Yes you are!" He said quickly. I giggled a bit.

"Who's is it?" I gestured to the guitar. Niall raised his hand. "Thank's for letting me use it. Sorry I didn't ask."

"No biggie." He said just when his stomach rumbled. "FOOD TIME!" He screamed running out of his room to the kitchen. We all laughed a bit.

"Well. urm, I'll be in my room." I muttered and made my way past the boys. I retreated to the bedroom and sat in the corner. I can't believe the just heard me sing! I'm terrible!

I sighed and hugged my knees as I sat against the wall. I heard somebody walk into the room. I craned my neck to see who it was. It was Harry and Zayn. They quickly found me and sat down on either side of me.

"You know, you 're really good." Zayn said.

Harry nodded. "Insanely good."

I put my hands up in front of my face to hide it . "No I'm not." I whispered.

"Who told you that?" Zayn asked.

"Father..."

"Well he's wrong." They both said together.

I removed my hands and smiled. "Thanks guys. I guess that's what friends are fore, huh?"

Harry looked at me. "So we're friends now?" He said with a smile.

"I guess so."

Harry's P.O.V.

The five of us sat on the couch, looking for something to watch. We finally decided on MTV. Not the crappy king that plays '16 and pregnant' or 'Teen Mom,' but the good kind that actually played music. A random song came on.

"My sister can sing like that, even better maybe." Liam announced.

"Which one?" Niall asked jokingly.

"You know which one Nialler. Rhi..."

"I know, I know." Niall said.

The rest of us rolled out eyes. "Prove it." I challenged.

"Okay then, let's go find her."

We all got up and started looking for Rhiannon. She wasn't in the kitchen or bar. Or in the dining room. Or any of the bedrooms or bathrooms. She wasn't out on the balcony, so there was only one place she could be. We quietly walked into our studio and opened the door, not making any noise.

She was sitting down with her eyes closed, strumming away on Niall's guitar. We all filled into the room and waited. I was about to walk out when she started singing 'Little Things'. My mouth hung open. Liam was right, she was good. He nudged me and said "Told you."

It was at that exact moment that I realized I was falling for her. I'm falling for my best friends adoptive sister...

Notes

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