Story Of My Life

Chapter 5- Need The Photo Album

Here's Chapter 5. Enjoy!

Genevieve POV

Why I got to pack all my things?"

"Because, you won't be living here anymore. You're coming to live with us. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Louis replied with excitement.

"Ya! We can have tea parties, play dress up. Oh Oh and watch movies!" I yelled.

"Of course, that's why we gotta get you packed up darlin."  Niall said.

I walked over to my drawers and took out my PJ's and handed them to Zayn who puts them into my suitcase nicely.

"Oh my dresses!" I shouted to nobody in particular.

"Oh how tragic if you forgot them!" Louis yelled dramatically as he put his hand on his forehead and pretended to faint.

"Yes, very tragic." I replied dramatically as well.

I pulled out a bunch of my dresses.

"Here they are!" I turned around with a handful of dresses.

"But-

"Those-

"Aren't-

"Dresses?" Niall spoke the last line.

"Yeah they are." I argued back.

"Those are some of Liam's flannels and jerseys." Harry pointed out.

"They're dresses on me." I argued.

"Okay. Okay." Zayn said as he put his hands up in surrender.

I walked over to my suitcase and placed them into the suitcase. I opened the drawer that held my underwear and socks. I bundled as many as I could into my arms and plopped them in there as well.

"All done."

"You don't want Mr. Buggles ?" Asked Harry as he lifted up the raggedly bunny.

"Yes!" I took Mr. Buggles and safely placed him on top.

Niall zipped up the suitcase for me and placed it upright on the floor and wheeled it to the bedroom door. Zayn placed the Duffel bag on his shoulder and asked-

"Ready Munchkin?"

"Uhh.." I spoke as I tapped my pointer finger to my chin.

"No!" I yelled as I ran out the door straight to mom and dads room.

Soon the mates were behind me as I ran into mom and dads room. They didn't step inside the room. I began frantically searching for the photo album.

"Where is it! Where is it?" I shouted as I throw open the night table next to mom's side of the bed.

"Where are you looking for love?" Louis asked.

"Photo album." I replied as I throw everything out of moms night stand.

"Why, I may ask."

"It has all the memories, mom took pictures of everything." I exclaimed.

"Want us to help?" Someone asked.

I was in the zone, looking for the photo album mom put all the pictures she took. It had when Liam first went on tour, to when I surprised him on tour, to my  football competition this year, to when daddy played tea party with me. I ripped the covers off of the bed, my anger getting the best of me. I've always a slight problem with anger. Liam doesn't have anger issues, he's just stressed out; I couldn't blame him. The duvet and sheets scatter onto the floor.