Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"Do I have any say in this what so ever?"

The next morning was going great. I woke up wet free, Harry decided to make us pancakes that were really good, and we even pulled a prank on Zayn. But, I did say it was going great, never said it was great.

All five of us were sitting on the couch. Don’t ask how we managed to fit, but we did. Harry was on one end, then was Louis (Larry Stylinson forever!) then came Zayn, then Liam and finally Niall. Where did I fit in this equation? Simple. My head was on Harry’s lap, my back on Louis, my butt on Zayn, my legs on Liam and my feet on Niall. They were all squished so it was all good… for me!

Anyways, I did say good mornings had to come to an end didn’t I? Well, this is what happened.

“Ally, I think your phone is ringing.” Zayn said.

“How can you tell.” I asked turning my head away from the TV.

He shuffles a little “Because I can kind of feel it vibrating.”

“Are you sure it’s her phone? I mean it could always be her-“

“Harry!” I yell at him. He just smiles.

“I’m just saying.”

I rolled my eyes at the cheeky boy.

“Here.” Zayn says, while sticking his hand under his legs. He takes it out after a while and sticks it in the air. “Got it!”

This is the cell phone detection system; it’s your Dad calling, and man, is he pissed! See if you can talk your way out of this one!!!

“Ugh!” I groan and put my head in my hands.

“Is it your dad?” Niall asks. I look up.

“Yeah.” I take the phone away from Zayn and answer it.

“Hello?”

“ALLISON MILLER!” I hear someone scream from the other end of the line. I’m pretty sure the guys heard it too because I had to hold the phone away from my ear. It also wasn’t a pretty good idea leaving it on speaker the last time I used my phone and forgetting to switch it back.

Did I forget to mention that my dad never uses my full name? Only when he’s mad or just wants to make me angry.

“Yes Daddy?” I say with the most innocent voice ever.

“Don’t you play innocent with me young lady! You have a lot of explaining to do!” he screams again. I hold the phone away again.

“Excuse me while I take this.” I tell the boys and stand up. I go into the kitchen and made sure they didn’t follow me. Luckily they stayed sitting. I make sure to switch to phone from speaker to normal.

“What do you want?” I say just getting to the point

“You never told me you had a date with Niall Horan!!!” I chuckle

“That’s because it wasn’t a date, Dad! It was a Niall-Ally-Day!”

“A what!?”

“A day where we got to hang out and eat pie all day long!”

“What?”

“Nothing! What does it have to do with you anyways!?”

“It has everything to do with me!”

“No it doesn’t! You never even cared about me or any boys I dated when I lived with you!” so what if I’m screaming at my Dad, I’m just saying the truth. Besides, he brought it up.

“I still don’t care, but what I do care is that my men brought me pictures of you two and it looks like you two are getting along really well, if you know what I mean.”