Chapter one

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Leanne was brutally woken up by her abusive father. "Wake up!" he screamed as he was packing all of Leanne's clothes in a trash bag.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" Leanne almost screamed in panic(!At the disco). "Your new owners will be here at eight!" He exclaimed with a glint of excitement in his eyes.
"Who?? What?? Why didn't I know about this before?" Leanne demanded. "No time to talk, Leanne" her father said.
Her father then finished packing Leanne's clothes into the bag. "Get ready," he paused to light his cigarette.
"They'll be here soon."
Leanne didn't know whether to protest or not, so she threw her hair into messy spacebuns and threw on the black jeans and band shirt her father left on the floor. She decided to grab a few things before heading downstairs.

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When Leanne went downstairs, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her father was negotiating with two legendary band members, Harry Styles and Ryan Ross.
"Can you take the cat too? No additional cost." Her father asked Ryan. "Uh, sure..." Ryan replied, sounding unsure.
Then, Leanne said something. "Y-yo... you're Ryan Ross and Harry Styles..." Harry looked over. "Oh you must be Leanne!" He said with a smile.
"Your father has said so much about you!" He held out his hand and she walked over and shook it. "I'm Harry." He said as they shook hands. "I know." Leanne smiled.
Harry turned back to Leanne's father. "Of course we can take him."

About thirty minutes later, Leanne got in the back seat with her cat, Pumpkin, and all of her stuff (which consisted of her clothes, cat food, eyeliner, a radio player and a ton of CDs).
"Alright kiddo, ready to go?" Harry said. "Uh huh sure, uh Mr. Styles" Leanne said, trying to act chill. "You can call me 'Bro Styles' if you want" Harry said while getting into the passengers side. "Uhm.. I don't want... to call... you that"
"Oh, ok." He replied. A few moments later Ryan got into the drivers seat and buckled his seatbelt. "Saftey first" he said in a sing-song kind-of-voice. So everyone buckled their seatbelts- even the cat-and they drove off, and away from Leanne's father's house.

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