Five young lads... and one even younger little girl? AJ Burrows is seven years old and crying in a fitting room. One Direction are on their way to an event in need of a coat. They say that it's kind of a funny story, that it all started with a little shop full of brown leather jackets and a women's fitting room. She says it's a very funny story, and that it all started with a monkey and a ripped skirt... but it doesn't matter where each of their stories start, so long as they'll end together, right? "Seven years old and she's already going to be scarred for life. Nice going, lads."

They call her crazy, she calls herself creative. They call her a nut, she says she's just to awesome for them to handle. They call her an annoyance, she says she was bored. They call her weird, she says thank you, it's better to be that than normal. The cops know her name, she claims their stalker's. The town laugh's with her, she just tries to hide her feelings under a mask. They don't know her feeling's, after all, she doesn't tell anyone. Bullied, neglected, left behind, word's that swarm her mind all the time. Her best friend left her, the only one she had cared about, and now he's in some awesome boy band seeing the world. Good for him, now, let's cause chaos! As she runs a muck in the stupid town, he's hugging girl's and partying like there's no tomorrow. Call her Annie, you get injured, call her Alex or Ali. She likes those names. She loves rock music and doesn't give a damn about anyone, since he's left. But now, he's back. And he's back for her to tour the world with him be her side. "Dear PopTart Lord, help me" she beg's to her box of PopTart's as he follows her, begging forgiveness. She hates him, yet he's set on changing that. Louis Tomlinson, her ex best friend. And he's set on taking her away to see the world.