What Could Go Wrong? (One Direction) [ON HOLD] (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 2

Alissa POV:

                    I wake up to people screaming and lights flashing, instantly I know that fans and paparazzi are swarming the house. I shake Niall awake, he grabs my hand dragging me up the stairs banging on door as we go waking the rest of the gang up. Angel starts belting out Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

Ready for those flashing lights

'Cause you know that baby I-

I'm your biggest fan

I'll follow you until you love me

Papa- paparazzi!

                     "Now is not the time for joking Angel" I say, trying to stifle a laugh. We all gather in a room with no windows, escaping the flash of cameras and screams of fans.

"How did they find us this time?" Zayn asked.

"Maybe they followed us here yesterday?" I offer.

"Well that could be true." Harry said.

                     We stayed in our little safe room for a while, I'm not sure how long we were in there before we took the risk of venturing out. Every thing was quite, we assumed that everyone had given up and gone, but boy were we wrong. Out of no where a stray paparazzi appears taking pictures trying to get in, apparently none of the mob from earlier actually left they all start popping back up trying to get in the house. Harry rushes to the phone, calling the cops. Theres a crash, I turn to see people streaming in through a phone in the glass door.

"How did they get in here?!" I can barely hear Louis yell over all the screaming girls.

                         "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY OUT NOW!" a burly looking body guard yells. "That means you girls too"  he says pointing my friends and I.

"No, Paul it's ok there our girlfriends." Niall jumps in.

"Whatever you say boys, as long as what you say is the truth" Paul hisses.

                       After everybody had finally been escorted out of the house and the broken glass cleaned up, we all sat down for breakfast. After finishing off a wonderful breakfast made by Liam I wonder off to Niall's room, sweeping my blond almost white hair up into a pony tail.

                          "Why don't they just call me Snow White?" I mumble to myself, slipping on my glasses and examining my extremly pale face in the mirrior.

"What was that?" Niall's voice came from the doorway, jerking me from my thoughts.

"Nothing." I said putting on a smile.

                                    "It's all right you know" he paused, "come on whats the problem?" he walks forward, wrapping his arm around my waist.

                                           "It's.......... well it's" I pause, "It's just if you do like me, am I going to have to get used to all paparazzi hanging around? Will we ever have time for just us?" I mumble, barley moving my lips.

                                             "Of course, I'm still not used to them, but I block them out and you can too" He says, turning me around and taking my small hands in his bigger ones.

                                            "Ok I'll try, for you" I smiling at him. By the time we make back down stairs everyone is lined up by the front door.