Kidnapped, By One Direction

Chapter 45: The Plot Against Anna

A/N: 4052 words babes. Have fun ^.^

Anna's Point Of View:

I walked into the house that they had first took me to after they dragged me onto that horrid plane flight and getting lost in London, oh look, there's also that wall I kept running into...

Giggling like a school girl with her crush look at her I ran my hand over the dent I had created from banging into the wall so many times before hand. Turning around I saw a small stack of things that had survived the fire, walking over to it I picked a singed book that had 'Annabell's' written on the front in terribly rushed hand writing, it was my half-failure of doing a scrap book.

I turned the first page over, the smell of smoke smacking me in the face as if Jasmine had started another fire, I grinned at the first page, it had a Polaroid picture of the boys and I - all of us holding onto each other while we also tried to be taller than the rest - hence why I was on Liam's shoulders and Louis was trying to climb Harry's and Zayn's - and Niall was behind all of us, sitting proudly on his green behind on top of a ladder. 

In fact, I think that picture was taken the first week I was here with them, I flipped the next page to find a Polaroid of Harry and I with out faces mushed together, side by side. He was sticking his tongue out, I had crossed eyes and a small 'o' with my mouth as his tongue had touched my cheek when it was taken - pretty sure I whacked the boy with a pineapple afterwards for that. And underneath was Harry's signature, with a little winky face besides it.

Turning to the next page I found Zayn resting his chin on my shoulder while he made a weird face at the camera, and I of course was laughing at the fact he had put a fake curly mustache on and it was tickling my ear. Zayn's arms were around my torso and mine was trying to reach behind myself, and him to give him bunny ears. Underneath the Polaroid he had done his signature, and a little picture of himself beside it.

Next I took to find Niall's, we both had chocolate mixture, flour and strawberries on each other as we stared at the camera in shock - since Liam had found us in the act of trying to bake a cake and he decided this was one for my book, thus while Niall and I were just standing next to each other, covered in food - and he had a strawberry stuck to his forehead while I had sprinkles in my hair, sticking the cake mixture... he looks funny as a brunette - or a cake for that matter. Underneath the Polaroid he had done his signature, and a pizza slice next to it.

Chuckling I went and sat on the stairs as I flipped to the next page where Louis was giving me a piggy back ride, he was grinning at the camera like a fool as I had this horrified look on my face since he had run around the house with me on his back - and I think I had accepted the fact I was going to die by a hyper-active Louis attack, Louis was waving one hand at the camera while he held the peace sign up at it, and I was holding onto him to what looks like a death grip - I'm surprised he's even alive today because of this incident. Underneath the Polaroid picture had his signature, a carrot and to x's - he is never going to let it go with me accidentally sending 'xox' to Uncle Simon, is he?

Last but not least, was Liam. It was actually a nice photo - we weren't silly... at the time, he had his arm around my shoulders as I was giving him an arm wrapped around torso, both of us were smiling nicely at the camera - oh wait, until you see that Liam was putting bunny ear's behind my head. Raising an eye brow at the picture I then realized Liam had also, somehow, managed to get a pineapple in the background, over my left shoulder... that cheeky little bugger. His signature was also underneath the Polaroid, also with a... I squint my eyes, a drawing of a pineapple.

I didn't want to see the other celebrities I've met in the book, no offense to them or anything, so I reopened it to the first page and continued to flick back and forth between the first six pages of the book that held the boys forever in them. A while later I stood up, closing the scrap book carefully before I turned and started up to the stairs to my old room, twisting the door handle I saw that hardly anything had been touched. My Reece Mastin, My Chemical Romance, and other posters were still blue tacked to the wall and the sun shine yellow walls still put a happy feeling in me.