My crazy 1d life

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The sun shines in there my blinds onto my bed causing me to wake up, I stretch and yawn cutely looking down at my phone to check the time

8:69 am

I smile at my wallpaper.. It's my brother *giigle* I then realize that my mom has been calling my name from downstairs and quickly get up.

"ANNABELLE GET DOWNSTAIRS OR ILL TAKE AWAY TOILET PAPER PRIVLAGE AGAIN!!" She yells from the bottom of the stairs.

I smile to myself remembering the last time she took away my luxury of toilet paper.. I check myself out in the mirror for a second checking my appearance, I am wearing a messy bun perfect plopped on my tiny little cute head some strands of my hair hanging perfectly out in the side giving the perfect look. My outfit is some pj shorts and an oversized T-shirt I stole from my brother.

I open my door and feel the sudden urge to stare at my room for an unnecessarily ammount of time. I sigh to myself for no related reason and bring my tiny little frail body down the stairs using both hands on the railing so I don't fall.

I get downstairs and am immediately met with the face of an unknown stranger standing in the middle of my living room.

I am confused because the more i look around the more faces I see, I count 5 in total.. my mom is standing at the bottom of the stairs where I am, I give her a confused look trying to get her to explain what on earth could possibly be happening?

"Annabelle, We have no more money so I-i-i-i-i-i have to sell you to One Direction." She tells me after seeing the expression on my face.

"Now harry" My mom says to the tall man standing by the couch.

Next thing I know i watching the man walk over to our boom box and start playing some rap some, suddenly the boys all line up in a row and start singing oprah to the rap music and dancing.. well it was more of just jumping the air while moving your arms back and forth but they didn't really look like dancers..

I stand there in utter shock.. What was I supposed to do without my brother?! That's when I get that warm feeling on the top of my head, that familiar nosalgic feeling.

I reach for the top of my head to feel the slimy spit my brothers only way of showing affection towards me is to do this every morning.. God he's so sweet.

I need to snap out of it there are 5 men dancing and singing in my living room, I will say i am a bit impressed by their skills but nonetheless I must focus on what is happening.

But i don't have much time to comprehend it before I am lead into a big bus with my apparently already packed suitcase.

This is going to be crazy.