Undercover

Undercover

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Hello my name is Anne Richards, well that's what my mother named me anyway I have many different ones. Well I wouldn't really call them my parents they are never there. My parents spilt up when I was young when I was around 3 I think. They are completely different to each other sometimes I wonder how they other came to be, but then I realise I don't really care. My mother is very strict and very old fashioned. She works as an C.E.O of some big company that I'm not bothered to learn the name of. She earns a lot of money and wants me to follow in her footsteps. As on the other hand my father is a leader in the most feared gang in England and plans operations for kidnap to robbing a bank. He's very strict with who I date and doesn't even let me speak to guys without threatening to break their legs. Yet again he wants me to follow in his footsteps as well. I live with my mum one week and my dad the next. Much to my mums disagreement. It can get quite annoying swapping between the two as it feels like I don't really have a home that and the fact it's like two different lives. Since with my mum I must speak posh and attend all these fancy meet ups for my mums company. Then with my dad I have the fake name Max Smith so no one finds out my true identity he's training me to fight and plan operations just like him. Now a bit more about me. Im 17, I have blue-green eyes and strawberry blond hair though my friends often call me ginger. I'm rather boring I love to read. I just love how you can go into a completely new word and just leave it all behind -Story- Anne's been given her first mission by her father to go under cover and get information from their most rivalled gang one direction. When she meets the real people of the gang will she find to like the boys of one direction and their girlfriends Perrie and Eleanor? Or will she do the forbidden and fall for there leader Harry Edward Styles?
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PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM PERIODICALLY EDITING ALL THESE CHAPTERS, SO THEY MIGHT BE AWFUL BECAUSE I WAS YOUNG AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT GRAMMAR WAS A YEAR AGO.... We used to have this game. I would sit in the audience and he would have to try and find me before the end of the show. If he did he would have to do something really weird we agreed upon while on stage. But as One Direction became more famous, tickets became more expensive and I wasn’t going to rely on Harry paying for every live show I attended. So I would visit a couple of times, I met the boys a few times and they were really lovely, but it wasn’t enough to keep the relationship Harry and I had as strong as it was. I get an occasional “Hey” text every month or so, but I haven’t seen him in about 2 years. Living right next to the Style/Cox household, I see Anne and Gemma all the time, but the few times that Harry came home, I was either on vacation or in college in the states. Harry was my best friend, but it seems like every day, the hope that we will go back to the old days comes slighter. But, little did Harry know, I was coming back into his life, well I didn’t technically know either. With my long blonde hair that reached the small of my back, dip dyed pink and purple at the ends instead of my short hair that stopped just after my shoulder blades. With my thin legs and flat stomach instead of my chubby cheeks. And the fact that I was no longer the little girl that every guy wanted as their best friend, but the girl that every guy drooled over. Harry was bound to not recognize me when I sat in the third row of his next concert in London … did I mention that every concert he would win the game?

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