Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"I'm sorry, I just don't know what to believe anymore."

I should’ve thought about this better.

I should’ve remembered I forgot to pack something.

I should’ve remembered not to make so much noise.

But of course, I should’ve never trained my dog to bark as loud as he does whenever I’m home.

“Chowder! Shut up!” I hiss as my dog comes running up to me from his nap.

“Chowder-”

“Allison?” someone says coming downstairs

So close!

Thanks Chowder!

“Um… h-hey guys.” I say as all the guys come downstairs.

Harry eyes my bags “What are you doing?”

I look down at my bags and shrug not sure on how I should say this “I’m… I’m leaving.”

Niall comes out from the back “What?”

I sigh and close my eyes “I haven’t been entirely honest with you guys. It’s better if you don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Liam asks

I groan “Look, can’t you just ask Alexa? She found out way before you guys did which I have to say, props to her for finding out.” I think about it.

That is so true. I have been living with these guys for almost two weeks, and they didn’t suspect a thing. My Dad’s workers are even outside, that should’ve been a hint.

Then, Alexa saw my face once and BAM! She figured it out.

“What are you talking about?” Niall asks

I sigh “Look, just don’t get mad okay? He made me which was another reason why I did it-”

“Did what?” Zayn asks

I bite my lip not sure if I’m ready to tell them “My name is Allison Miller-”

“We know.” Lou says

“Don’t interrupt.” I scold wanting to make this quick. I take a big breath “My name is Allison Miller, daughter of the famous and powerful-”

“Richard Miller.”

All of our heads snap over to the TV

“Owner of the famous magazine ‘!PAPARAZZI!’, and owner of… well the whole paparazzi family.” the news lady says “We went to his office and did an interview as he asked.”

“What?” I say going over to the TV, the boys trailing behind me

“He called us this afternoon asking us to do an interview about his daughter, Allison Miller, or as many of you know, Harry Styles girlfriend.”

“What?” Harry says and my head snaps over to him. His eyes are wide and his face is as pale as ever.

“Harry-”

“Is that true? Is your Dad the owner of the people that make up rumors and try to ruin our lives daily?”

“Listen I-”

“Yeah, she’s my daughter. So?” the TV says again in an all too familiar voice.

“We want to know what your expression was when your daughter told you she was going out with a member of One Direction.” An interviewer said

My Dad was sitting at his desk, the chairs were gone, and you could clearly see all of the pictures being taken by his very own.

My Dad smirked at the camera, knowing very well I was watching. “Can I tell you all a secret?”