I Know Your Secrets

Chapter 1

"Get up, Ally! We have lots to do today and we have to get to my office in an hour!" I hear my father's dreadful voice call from down the hall. 

I groan, pulling the covers up over my head. "Ally! NOW!" My father yelled again.

"God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yell back, stumbling out of bed. Today was the day my dad and I left to tour with One Direction on their North American WWA tour. Yes, the "fabulous" boy-band, One Direction.

My father, Bradley Grant, was the owner of Modest! Management. Yeah, my dad is the most hated man by all One Direction fans.

Honestly, he wasn't that bad. He just wanted what was best for the boys' careers. He wasn't Satan or anything.

I really wasn't that big of a One Direction fan. Some of their music was decent, but I honestly thought they were just a bunch of rebellious young adults who made my dad's job a lot harder. However, they were some sexy pieces of meat.

I quickly showered and shaved my legs. I wasn't about to get on a tour bus with 5 smoking hot guys with cactus legs. 

After showering, I brushed my teeth and put my contacts in, and then blow dried and put my light brown hair into a ponytail, topped off with a bandana. I applied my makeup, which consisted of foundation, eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss. I would have put on eyeliner if I wasn't so shitty at it. 

I got dressed into a pair of high-wasted shorts and a white tank top, finished off with a pair of white high-top Converse. I looked at myself in the mirror. God, when did I turn into such a white girl? Buy me some Starbucks and a flower crown and I would be the definition of "white girl." It didn't bother me though, I still looked cute.

I finished packing my suitcases and trudged down the stairs.

"Ready darlin'?" My dad asked as he grabbed his wallet and his keys off the counter.

"Damn Brad, wearing enough cologne? You smell like an old man version of Hollister." I laughed, waiting for his irritated response.

"Get in the car before I change my mind about letting you go, brat."

That's what I loved about my dad. I could be a sarcastic bitch to him and he didn't mind. Growing up with no siblings and not knowing who my mom was, I got really close to my dad. He was one of my best friends, as lame as that sounds.

I put my suitcases in the trunk of dad's Escalade and sat in the passenger seat.

One thing I knew, was that these next 3 months would be wild.