Living With Them | One Direction | *editing*

Chapter 1

Bella’s POV

Rain is starting outside, the grasses are getting wet as the kids enjoying the free shower of nature. And there’s me, all grounded all because I accidentally broke two tables at school yesterday. Well it’s not my fault though, and it’s not fair that I got detention for 5 hours except my evil friend, Jason who was the one that broke those stupid tables.

I let out a frustrating sigh and walk towards my laptop, I log in on my Facebook and the first thing I saw is a photo of those annoying, arrogant British-Irish boy band. One Direction.

I mean, their songs are so cheesy, they are such huge flirts plus their fashion? Eew, it was so damn lame. Whenever I gave my opinion, some of their fans who I believe are called directioners are messaging me death threats.

“Bella! Bella!”

I trembled as I heard my annoying brother’s voice on the other side of my room, knocking on my door.

“The heck! Can’t you just knock? You scared the shit of me!” I yell.

He swung the door open, “Go downstairs, Dad have to say something to us!”

I roll my eyes on him as I log out on Facebook. “Fine.”

I stood up and I follow Brian go downstairs, as we arrive on the living room. Dad is seating on the couch, staring at us. I can’t read his face but I know that he’s going to tell us something that I’m not agreeing with. Well yeah, my Dad is not an ordinary guy. He’s the tour manager of my most hated boy band, One Direction. My Dad is Paul Higgins, it’s pretty weird that some directioners are calling him Pauly. I mean, it’s so… Eeerr. Whatevs.

I can’t stop my Dad and make him quit over his work due to fact that I don’t like where he was working, but I gotta accept it though. I can’t change it anyway.

“So what sup Dad, what are you gonna tell us?” I ask as I sat beside him, turning on the television.

“We’re gonna move to another house!” He yell all excited, I look at him with disagreement plastered on my face.

“Why? And where are we gonna move? I love here, please Dad we don’t have to move.” I beg.

“I know hon, but it’s for us and my work.” Dad patted my shoulder, a huge grin written on his face, I groan.

“DAD!” I yell.

“What? I’m not saying anything yet. Don’t be such a killjoy.” Dad teasingly replied as my brother throw me a pillow right on my face.

I groan with annoyance on my tone, I grab a pillow and took a tight grip on it as I’m glaring to Brian who is smiling at me teasingly. “You dumb twit! Do you need to do that purposely to me?!” I yell as I continuously hit the pillow onto him.

“Hey, hey! Cut it off guys!” Dad stops us and makes us away from each other.

“We’re leaving with your five prince charming! Oh no, wait! I mean, with your five Edward Cullen!” Brian teasingly shouts as he started to save himself at the kitchen, while Dad is stopping me by holding me by my waist.

“Come here you dummy! What are you saying my five Edwa- Wait!” I turn to face Dad and he smile at me cheekily, “No… No… Dad no. W-with those… horrible animals?!”

Brian laugh, “Animals? What are they, your five King Kong’s?”

“Shut up! I’m not talking to you!”

“Hey, that’s enough.” Dad speaks and I sigh as I throw a pillow on Brian that he manage to avoid the pillow and sat beside Dad.

I look at him, waiting for him to speak.