Make You Mine

Prologue.

Anabelle's P.O.V.

'Oh finally! You're here! ' my aunt Claire squealed with delight and came out of the house as she saw me getting out of the cab outside my new home. Well technically its my aunt's house but she convinced my parents to redecorate this house for me since I would be living here for the next 3 years. So indirectly, yeah, my house.

'Hey aunt Claire' i said and gave her a hug.

Aunt Claire was my mother's elder sister, a sweet old woman. She was kinda short with mousy brown hair, that she liked to keep short and a slender figure. Even at 60 she had a very good posture which made her look 5 years younger in my opinion. My mom and dad were always preoccupied with their business so Aunt Claire practically raised me and my brother Jason. Since she never had any children of her own she always treated Jason and me as her own. After I turned sixteen she moved here in London due to some financial thing. I was never really allowed to know what.

I collected my bags, just one messenger bag and two suitcases, paid the cab driver, and got into a struggle with my suitcases to drag them up the porch steps.

Once I was inside, I dumped my bags in the living room and took a good look around.

' Classy ' I thought to myself.

The living room was large and spacious. The flooring was all carpeted in beige except in the centre of the room there was a zebra pattern rug. A green plush sofa was placed on one side of the rug. Facing the sofa was a 52 inch flat screen TV with a DVD player and my PlayStation and Wii pre-installed in the settee below the TV. Behind the television were french windows,with the view if the main street, with lace curtains. I was more than sure that the lace curtains were aunt Claire's choice.

Towards the north, the living room had been extended into a study. There was another extravagant french window here overlooking the beautiful garden mostly filled with flowers and orchard trees.

' Is this your garden aunt Claire? ' I asked.

'Ah yes I pay a few gardeners to tend to it. Beautiful isn't it?' she replied.

'Yeah its is.' , I smiled and took a step into the study.

Every inch of wall in the study was covered with shelves from the floor to the ceiling all filled with books. A lot of the books were the ones that I'd sent aunt Claire from New York through couriers before coming to London. I was so glad for it now. It would have been a pain to carry 114 books all the way to London and I'd never be able to arrange all my books the way my aunt had done. In the centre of the room was a large mahogany study table with a comfy sink in chair. A Mac was already present on the table, probably my aunt's but inspite of that I had plenty of space to spread out my books and study.

I came out of the study and looked around. On my left was an open kitchen and on my right was a spiral staircase leading upwards. Eager to see my bedroom I half ran up the stairs, almost tripping twice. Clumsy me.When I'd reached the final step I stumbled and fell flat on my face. That hurt. Getting up and steadying myself I was faced by two doors. One being the bathroom for sure cause it had this silly plaque on it with a bathroom joke. The other obviously my bedroom so I pushed the door open and got in.

On my left back into the wall was a chest of drawers filled with all my audio Cd's. On top of the chest was a huge stereo system. Another french window in front of me on the other end of the room. Under the window was a queen sized bed with sheets and quilts of graphic designs and neon colours. Exactly the way I like it. The walls were lavender with shelves everywhere, full of picture frames and figurines of characters from my favourite books and movie. A few of them were left empty for me to put up the collectibles I'd carried with me from New York.

In the bottom left corner of the room was a door that opened up into a walk in wardrobe. It was empty, but not for long though. I walked over to the bed and plonked myself on it.

The advantage of having billionaire parents? I had the best of everything whether I wanted it or not. Not that I was complaning in any way. It was cool to have everything, well everything except your parents attention for even a second. But thats another story.

I rushed back down the stairs and found my aunt waiting for me in the living room.

' Aunt Claire the place is huge! ' I exclaimed.

' All for you dear ' she smiled. She really was the best aunt in the world. ' I'm going to have to leave you to be on your own now, I have a little work that needs to be done. You call me if you need me love, I'm anyway just a ten minute drive away. Your car has been parked outside and the keys are in the fruit bowl in the kitchen. Don't forget. Goodbye dear.'

' Thankyou so much aunt Claire ' I squealed and hugged her. ' Goodbye' . After that she kissed me on the cheek and left.

I stood in the same spot for a while after she'd left, thinking of what to do next. Finally I settled onto having a shower and getting into bed. It was about 6 in the evening now.Too early to sleep? Didn't matter cause I was really tired. College began tomorrow so I'd might as well get some sleep.

Zayn's P.O.V.

' Heeyyooooo! Partay tonight! ' Niall bellowed as he came into my room and pounced on my bed where I was trying to hear myself think.

' Dude college tomorrow. Let me be.' I mumbled. Niall knew as well as I did that this was a pathetic excuse. I'd been feeling low all all evening. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had the words swimming in my head and I couldn't put them together somehow.

' You're not the only one you know. ' Harry said leaning on the doorframe of my room. I knew he was talking about having college tomorrow but his tone suggested otherwise.

'Cmon it'll be fun' he continued.

'Cmon!' Niall whined, putting his hands on my shoulders and shaking me up.

' Whoa! okay!' I said,exasperated. Its not like they were giving me much of a choice.

Eager for this to get over and done with, I quickly changed into a plain white t-shirt, a black leather jacket , black jeans and black TOMS. Yes, I was in a dull mood today.

The party was at Louis' friend Mike's house since Mike's parents were out of town. I wasn't really in any mood to party so I found a corner for myself and sat there the entire night playing Temple Run on my iPhone. The game was really addictive and it took my mind off stuff.

A lot many girls passed me saying 'hi' in that high pitched flirty tone tome, batting their eyelashes at me. Its funny how once you're famous every single girl wanted to be with you irrelevant of whether they really liked you or not. Some girls even dared to sit next to me but eventually, given my lack of interest, they all went away.

The entire party all I did was think. Think about our last tour, think about my family back in Bradford, think about college tomorrow. You would wonder why we had to attend college, after all me and my mates were One Direction, but Paul says its important just to add to qualifications. Its only 3 years, and we'll still be doing signings and new albums and maybe tours too.

When the guys were finally ready to leave it was around 4am. I didn't really want to sleep after that but somehow I finally fell asleep on the sofa listening to songs on my phone.