Knocking on my Door

Chapter 4

OK, since I love updating so much, I decided to put it as a poll till 16 of April :) You can either comment for it or PM me or write on my message board.  It's between the two, Liam or Harry. She going to have close friendships with the others.

PS: iGo One Direction is on this Monday! Cant wait :L

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Next morning, I woke up to the sound of laughter and sunshine on my face. What time is it? I thought. I went into the kitchen, where I found the boys, laughing and eating pancakes. Pancakes?

"Where did you get these from?", I asked, picking up a pancake and putting it in my mouth. The heavenly taste immediately melts in my mouth. (A/n: What? I'm eating pancakes, right now :P)

"Louis made them.", Niall said. I looked at Louis, who was grinning.

"You cook?", I demanded. He nodded. Right now, I felt like jumping up and down, but I'd leave that to Danny

Ding...Ding...

"Hey it's Alan!" Liam said, taking out his iPhone. "Alan's our manager, by the way," he added to me, before putting the phone on loudspeaker.

"Hey lads," a man on the other end, says with a English accent. "OK, stay where you are now, these fans are going mad, looking for you. If you leave the house, be in good disguise, OK?", the man continues, urgently.

"Alan, don't worry." Liam replies, calmly.

"Where are you anyway?" Alan asks. "I'll drop down your things, you might be there for some time." The guys look at me.

"15 Grey-back street." I say, in the phone.

"Right." Alan said and hung up. Fifteen minutes later, a car honked outside. I went out and got the bags.

"Oh yeah," Liam said, remembering something. "Danny said, she's getting tickets to some Firework Festival." A grin spreads on my face. Just then the door opens and Danny barges in, carrying a bunch of fireworks.

"I got us all tickets!", she pants.

"We can go too?", Zayn says, smiling a half-smile.

"Of coarse!", Danny says. "We all go, or no one does!". I smile.

"What about disguises?", Harry asks. "Wearing a hood and glasses at night would seem stupid." Danny looks at me.

"Angie will do it," she yelps, pushing me towards the boys. "She's a pro with make up! She's like a professional."

"No!" Danny pulls out the old puppy dog face. "Fine!!". I groan. "It's tonight at six. So we have a good 4 hours, but you are only the best known people in New York!", I say, a little sarcastically. I go up to my room and dig out the old make up, temporary hair dye, wigs, curler, sizzler, straightener, my set-down mirror, spray on tanner and pale-er, with the normal make up; Eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, etc. All the stuff I used for my make-up artists'  class.

I go back up stairs and the boys seem surprise I would own so much.

"OK," I sigh, setting it down. They're still staring at me. "I had a make-up class!" I tell them. They all nod.

"Who's first?", I ask, pulling a chair out. Harry voluntarily sits down. "OK, keep you mouth shut and just do what I say," I warn him. I set the mirror down, so he can see himself. Next, I look at the boys.

"Whats his most noticeable feature?", I ask them.

"His hair.", they all chorus.

"His hair make him, him!", Louis adds. I take my straightener.