Anna & her Alphas

Three: Nightime

Pic: Younger Brett and Anna, age 16 and 11.

Anna's POV

By the time we finish dinner, it's nine o clock.

I lean against Louis's shoulder tiredly, with his arm around me; as everyone makes small talk round the dining table.

"Shall I show you to your rooms? The little one is looking tired," Steve says, looking at me.

I glare back, I am not little! I'm just short - everyone else is around six foot, except for mum. And, I'm thirteen thank you very much.

"Yeah, that would be great," mum says. "And take your suitcases up as well, but you can unpack tomorrow if you don't want to unpack tonight."

"C'mon then Annie," Louis gets up, and I get up tiredly too.

It's been a long day!

Me, Louis and Brett follow Steve upstairs with our bags in almost darkness. Brett takes one of mine too, as I'm too tired to carry all of them. The three I've got now are heavy enough. I'm at the back, following Brett, but way behind, buckling under the suitcases weight. I do a lot of running, tennis and swimming, but not weightlifting! And these stairs are steep.

"Do you want a hand, little sis?" Someone suddenly whispers in my ear.

I yelp, almost falling backwards, it's fairly dark, up the creaky staircase.

"Steady Anna, it's just me," he chuckles and places his hands on my waist to stop me from falling.

Brett turns around, "Adam, what the hell? Hands off!Leave her alone!" He shouts.

"I was just offering to help her with her suitcase," Adam shrugs as I turn around, looking up at him.

"I will help her," Louis jogs back down from the top as he must have already taken his suitcases to his room.

"Thanks," I say tiredly, Louis takes two, and makes sure I go in front of him rather obviously, leaving him between me and Adam.

"Be careful Adam, watch out for Brett and me if you do anything concerning Anna, especially Brett, step-brother or not. Don't touch her again for your own sake," Louis says.

"I'm not afraid of you two, I'm only a year younger. And I wasn't even doing anything. I'm one of her brothers now anyway," Adam replies as I get to the top.

"I don't care, not by blood. Just leave her alone, got it?" I hear Louis grunt.

"Rude," Adam mutters but still loud enough.

"Shut up you two," I say tiredly, with not much conviction or effort, I'm too tired to stop them. But Adam is starting to creep me out a little.

"Ooohhh," Adam whistles.

By this time we reached the landing, "Anna, your room is the second door down, the first door is mine and your mothers, then yours, then Brett's, and opposite is Logan's, Adam's and Louis's, and don't worry you've got your own bathroom," Steve says to me.

"Okay, thanks," I reply.

I switch on the light and walk into my new bedroom. It's fairly big, with a double bed, a closet, little armchair and a bathroom. Louis follows me in, putting my suitcases down and then goes into his room.

"Alright? Was Adam bothering you?" Brett comes into my room with my suitcase he had.

"No, he just startled me, and then him and Louis were arguing," I yawn, sitting on my bed.