CHAPTER 1
**ALANA'S POV**
"No" I groan sleepily as I twist my tired body sidewards, trying to hide my face from the blinding, morning light that is streaming through the flimsy white curtains of the hotel room.
"Alana, you have to get up and go shopping with me" Kate, my immature, twenty-one year old cousin, begs, playfully slapping my numb, sleep deprived figure.
"No" I moan again, echoing my past words. I hear her sigh loudly and walk away with loud footsteps, as if she is trying to shake me out of the bed. She starts humming a tuneless song as I flip the pillow over my ear, trying to block out the noise.
"Alana, this is your last chance before I do something that you hate..." she threatens me, the sound of sloshing water ominously reaching my ears.
"Why" I sigh, digging my head underneath the soft, white pillow even further if that is even possible.
"You know why! Chace says he needs parental guidance when someone is with me and you're the most responsible person I know!" she says, running a hand through her dyed, bubblegum pink hair irritatedly.
"Yeah, because last time there wasn't someone watching you managed to turn your hair pink" I snicker, a smirk sliding across my face as I remember that afternoon of screaming, and many tears (mostly from Kate) as we tried in vain to turn her hair back to it's original chocolate brown colour. To this day, it still confuses me about how she did it.
"That's it" she growls and throws a bucket of ice cold water all over me.
"KATE!" I scream and sit bolt upright, feeling the water seep through my blue pyjama's, soaking my skin, "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!"
She shrugs like it hardly matters that her own blood and bone, is sitting in the middle of a bed with chattering teeth. "You weren't getting up" she says, a slight edge of laughter creeping into her voice as she stares at my shivering form.
"That doesn't explain why you threw a bucket of water all over me" I snap, running my hands through soaking wet, blonde hair. She shrugs again, then a sense of realization comes over me. "Kate..." I say slowly, making sure I enunciate each word clearly, "where did you get that bucket?"
She stops for a second as she tries to remember exactly where she got the bucket from.
"Kate, you didn't" I say, a shocked tone slipping into my normally calm voice. Her face grows guiltier and guiltier as I look at her, praying that she didn't do it.
"I think I did" she whispers, a hand covering her mouth which had recently dropped open in shock.
"KATE! I've told you this at least a million times! You don't steal the cleaner's bucket" I cry, clapping a hand to my forehead. It's just like looking after a child that can't keep their hands to themselves.
"I'm sorry Alana! It was there and I needed a bucket!" she replies, her voice muffled as she places her head in her hands. I sigh for what seems to be the tenth time this morning and grab my towel that has been conveniently soaked from the water from the cleaner's bucket.
"I'm having a shower" I announce to no one in particular as I move off to where, surprise, surprise, the shower is.
I shut the door on Kate's overly dramatic screams of 'I NEED TO USE THE TOILET!'
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"Alana?" Kate asks me as I tighten my hands on the cracked, leather steering wheel of my dusty, old car.
"Yeah Kate?" I reply back, tucking a strand of hair that has slipped out of my ponytail.
"Why don't you take singing up as a profession. You need to step out of the shower and onto the stage" she timidly says. The only reaction from me is the tightening of my hands on the steering wheel, creating crescent shaped imprints on the hard material.
"You know why Kate. I can't risk Dad finding me again. I just can't risk it" I say back softly, one of my hands reaching out to touch the silver heart-shaped locket that graces my neck. It has sat there for more the two years.
"I know, but you have talent Alana, you're just as good as... you know, Harry Sty-"
"Can we leave at that Kate?" I snap, my dark blue eyes narrowing dangerously at his name.
"But Alan-"
"No Kate. Please, don't talk about him when I'm around, alright?"
Let's just say, I hate Harry Styles with all my heart.
Let's just say, Harry Styles ruined my life.
A/N So... yeah. I've decided that the first chapter's I've written are terrible and I have begun to edit them and re-write them because I am extremely picky. I have written more of the story but I haven't updated it yet because Wattpad is being stupid and not letting me paste my writing on here :/ So I hope your holiday's have been alright and you're all praising God above that Haylor is over because I know I am.
Anyhow, I have the most amzing news... I AM GOING TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT WITH ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!! Soooooo pumped!!!!!! We have a heap of idea's!!!!
Um... yeah, sorry about that *grins sheepishly*. I still need to edit more chapter and I've only started today so sorry about that :) Hope you guys enjoy this newly writter chapter!
Love Lucy xoxoxox
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