Anna And Her Boys (Sequel)

Chapter Nine: Returning To Us?

Word Count: 5,079 (High fives thy)

*~* A N N A ' S *~*  P O V *~*

"Get in the car."

"You get in the car." I snapped back at Liam who pinched the bridge of his nose.

He breathes in deeply as he squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance, "Anna, get in the car."

"You get in the car." I glared at him.

"For the love of everything-"

"Get in the car, your dad's on speed dial." Louis waved his phone and my face and I scowled at him before I slipped into the back of the car with my hands crossed over my chest and a dark scowl etched into my features.

The doors shut behind me and I get squished in between Mr. Tomlinson and Mr. Malik. It was silent the entire time Mr. Styles drove out of the forest and into town before he stopped at a mall parking lot.

"Out of the car-"

"You get out of the car."

Liam smacked his forehead, "Louis-"

"On it." Louis pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped his screen a few times before he put it to his ear. I stared at him, trying to hide my fear as he dialed my father's number, "Hi, Mr. Depp? Yeah, it's Louis Tomlinson-" I smacked Louis over the head and glared at him.

"I'm getting out of the damn car." I spat and climbed over Harry and onto the ground. 

 Stuffing my hands into my black wool cardigan as I glared at my black converse and shuffled them around while the boys piled out of their eight seater car and locked it up before they walked towards the large building.

 "Come on Anna." Zayn grabs onto my arms and tugs me behind him.

"Come on Anna." I mimicked in annoyance while he drags me after him and the boys, through the automatic doors and pulled me into a group huddle.

"Okay, all phones are on vibrate. Cash only, travel in pairs and wear these." Liam pulled beanies out of a bag and fake glasses - and even fake mustaches... wow... they're that immature to not realize that it's not an actual disguise yet?

"Anna." I stared Liam down as he rolled his eyes, walked in front of me and tugged a black beanie onto my head before he pushed my glasses onto my face.

"Can I at least take my contact lenses out first?" I folded my arms and he shrugged.

"Go to the bathroom and do that."

"Fine." I turned and started to walk away.

"Pairs!"

Grumbling I grabbed the nearest person and dragged him behind me to the toilets before I slipped inside and locked the door. Walking to the mirror I pulled my contact lenses case out of my pocket and took them out - yeah, I'm just a bit blurry... okay, a lot blurry, ever since I started my career I've been staring at phone screens, computer screens and other sort of electronic things and it's just ruined my eye sight.

I don't wear my glasses because I find them annoying at times, and as soon as I wake up I either put my contact lenses in or just squint and hope that stupid wall doesn't get into my way.

Who knew that quarrel I had with objects was due to the fact my eye sights rubbish?

Unlocking the toilet door as I slipped my contact lens box into my pocket I came to see a blurry image of a boy leaning against a wall, plucking my glasses out of my pocket again and pushed them onto my face, "Oh, Louis." I stared at him in annoyance as he smiled at me.