Annabelle Davis is now different from when she left her boys, she's two years older, mature and does everything 'Team Management' tell her to do. But her life has cost her best friend's, and now they don't even acknowledge her existence. No texts. No calls. And no words have been said to another in a year and a half. So what happened then? What happened to Anna? She's no longer the care free girl who's off her rocket, she's been replaced by the girl who no longer screams for Oreo's, plans to kidnap her favorite stars or even listen to her old bands. Everything's changed, and none of it's for the better. So how will One Direction come into play? How will they stitch up old wounds and bring the old Anna back? Or will they even do that? After all, Anna keeps her secrets close to her, and even she doesn't realize how many she has or how they'll be the end of her. "What was once lost, can never fully return again"

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I scrounge around the magazine section and look past the little girl magazines that I used to read. Seventeen and teen vogue and twist all filled with that boy band. Ugh... I flip through them, laughing at what they until I get to the one direction section in Seventeen. Harry, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall. Niall...I flip through it quickly and smirk at all this and put it on the shelf and start to walk away. My brain finally, some how clicks. "WOAH... WOAH WAIT WHAT?!?!" I scream and realize some little kids are in front of me. I give them a small smile at them as they scream and run the other way. I turn and run back to the magazines in a rush. I sit against the wall and pull that magazine back out again. Niall... Niall... He looks exactly like he does. How does he NOT tell me this stuff when I hang out with him? "How am I that stupid." I whisper to myself and groan and hit my head repeatedly against a wall. Maybe I can knock some sense into my own head if I do this. Nope. Still feel like an idiot. How can I be so stupid? How do I not notice this sort of thing? I mean they are all over! -------------------- Let me tell you a bit about myself. I hate one direction. I really do. But this obviously fake dyed blonde haired boy saves me from a directioner going a concert and then he asks me if I would want to go out with him?! What kind of question is that? Let me tell you about the adventure of finally picking up the broken parts of my heart and letting go of my past and moving on from the bad and onto the new. You never know who would be the one to actually save me.

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