Six Girls, Five Guys, One Summer (One Direction)

Chapter 6: Ana Chats With StarWars

A/N Hey, I know I said I probably wouldn't update today, but I was able to get the chapter done! Here's chapter six! Hope you enjoy!

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Ana’s POV

Harry and I had just dropped off the tube when we looked back towards Lizzie and Louis and noticed that they were holding hands. I smiled to myself; Lizzie seemed to be feeling great about this.

Harry seemed to notice this too. He whispered in my ear, “I guess that they’re happy,” he said with a smile. I nodded in response, still smiling. “What are we supposed to do now?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, to be honest. I guess we wait for the others to finish their rides and come down here,” I answered.

He nodded. “Alright,” he said as we walked back over to the couple. I tapped Lizzie on the shoulder. “Come on, Lizzie. Let’s go get the others,” I said with a smile.

Lizzie nodded. “Okay,” she said, not letting go of Louis’s hand. We all walked back to the exit pool of the ride together.

Harry then spoke up again, and asked me, “So, why did you look nervous when you were riding the waterslide?” He asked me with an expression of slight curiosity in his bright green eyes.

“Oh, that’s a long story from a birthday party I went to in second grade or something,” I said carefully and slowly.

Lizzie turned around and faced me. “Oh, are you talking about Kelsey Parker’s birthday party where you and Jocelyn Carter went down the toilet bowl backwards?” She asked with a smile.

I smiled slightly. “I guess it wasn’t as long as I thought,” I laughed.

Harry nodded. “Ah, that makes sense,” he said with a smile.

I pouted slightly. “Hey, I wasn’t as terrified as Lizzie was!” I protested.

“I was pretending to be Veruca Salt!” She defended herself, causing us all to laugh. “What? I was!”

“If you’re Veruca Salt, I want to be Violet Beauregard,” I said with a smile.

“But then you’ll become a big blue blueberry!” Louis exclaimed. “You’ll be a big blueberry that we can roll around the whole hotel!”

“I was kidding, Louis!” I laughed, and said, “Besides, I think I would prefer just to be me.”

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If only I actually could do that. If only I actually could be myself.

Not even the girls knew about what my problems were. I was being pressured everywhere I went. I had been pressured in the halls at school to drink, smoke, and do a whole bunch of other things I obviously wasn’t willing to do. But the worst part is that my own mother doesn’t even stay out of this. She is the one who pressures me the most, actually.

You see, when my mom married my dad, the two of them decided that Mom would stay home to take care of me and my dad would continue to go to work. My mom was a lawyer, and had a fairly decent salary. My dad was a special type of engineer, and he made more money than Mom, so dad continued to work.

But when I got older, my mom came up to me. I was about fifteen when this happened, only a year or so ago…

“Anastasia Maria Reynolds,” she said as she came into my room. I was sitting in my room, working on my homework at my desk. My ear buds were in, and I was listening to the Up All Night album. I didn’t hear my mom at first, even when she used my full name.