One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

I was pushed and pulled as I made my way through the crowd of screaming fans with the boys and their bodyguards. Louis had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist to make sure I didn't drift or run away. We finally made it to the private aeroplane, and boarded on.

"Ok, listen up", Zayn started," you can sleep anywhere you want, but here." He plopped down on the double seat he claimed.

"But that's not fair. I wanted to be there," Niall whined. Causing a big debated on who would be where. I just went to the seat that were in the back of the plane. I put my earphones on my head, and turned on my IPod the boys got for me. Soon I was back in my world of Ed Sheeran, a place where everything is perfect.

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I woke up hot and sweaty to find a big blanket on me. I struggled with getting it off of me since I was wrapped in it (something I sometimes do in my sleep) and I was still half asleep. By the time I had it off of me, I was panting and wide awake. I checked the time on my IPod. 17:34. I took off my earphones, which were blasting Pause, being introduced to the silence that filled the plane. I looked around to see that all of the boys had fallen to sleep. I walked to Louis, who was sleeping directly across the aisle from me.

"Louis," I said as I shook him awake.

"Huh?"

"I'm bored." He chuckled rubbing eyes, and streched out his arms.

"Sit," he said patting the chair beside him. He checked his watch sighing. "We only have one more hour on this plane."

"Soooo."

"So, tell me something about yourself. I mean I feel like I'm living with a stranger."

"Well, my name is Dannon Elisabeth Wilson. Born December 19, 1997 to Layla and Darren Wilson in Portswood, Southampton. I have three brothers, Micheal, Timothy, and Landon, and two sisters, Kenzie and Heather. We moved to Newcastle when I was five, because my father got a raise. Uhmmm, my favourite colour is lime green, and my favourite food is bread. I guess that's it."

"Any friends?"

"I'm homeschooled, and slightly anti-social. Okay, your turn."

"The name is Louis William Tomlinson. I have five sisters, Charlotte, Felicity, Georgia, Pheobe, and Daisy. I was born December 24, 1991, and my parents are Troy Austin and Johanna Tomlinson. Georgia and I have the same dad, and the rest of my sisters and I have the same mum. My mum divorced my sisters' father a couple years back, and is soon going to marry my step-dad, Dan Deakin. My favourite colour is red, and my favourite food is pizza."

"Now that we properly know each other, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well around these parts," Louis started with a horrible Country accent, "I'm known as the Pranking King if you catch my drift." The smirk on my face matched his. He got suitcase from the cabinet above our seats, and unzipped it. He opened a secret compartment in his suitcase revealing things for the master pranker. "You get Zayn and Harry, and I'll get the other two." I grabbed the bottle of spray cheese, permanent marker, and honey.

I started with Zayn first. Over the few days I learned that he has an obsession with his hair so I use this information to my advantage. I sprayed the cheese on his head, and once I was satisfied with the amount I combed it through his hair careful not to wake him. I drew a heart on one of his left cheek and a smiley face on the other.

I moved on to Harry was sleeping across the seats ahead of Zayn. I took the bobby pin from my hair, and put it in his to keep his hair off his forehead. I wrote across the top of his head 'I LIKE BOYS'. I poured the bottle of honey over the front of his bare chest, tore open one of the aeroplane pillows, and dunked the cotton onto his sticky chest.

"FINISHED!" I whispered/yelled.

"Me too," Louis answered. We stood back admiring our work. "It's so beautiful. I must take a picture." He took out his phone, and took a picture of our mischievous doings.

"How are we going to wake them all at once," I asked.

"That's what the blow horn's for darling." He held up a blow horn that I didn't even realise he had. "On the count of three,

1

2

3." *le horn*

All of the boys jolted awake at the sound.

"WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE WHIPPED CREAM DOWN MY PANTS!" Liam shouted.

"MY HAAAAIIIRRR!" Well, I think we all know who said that.

"Hahaha, Harry you chest hair," Niall chuckled.

"Oh, I won't laugh so much mate, 'UNICORN PORN STAR'," Harry shot back refering to what Louis drew on his face. Niall ran to the back restroom to see for himself. He let a scream that echoed throughout the whole plane making everyone laugh except for Zayn, who was still mad about his hair.

"I am going to wash my hair out if anybody minds," Zayn huffed and went to the front restroom.

"Who did this to me," Niall whined finally coming back. The unicorns that were on his cheeks were a tad bit smudged, and skin was red in his attempt to wash it off.

"He did it."

"She did it."

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We were on our way to the boys last interview in America. Liam was prepping me what to say if someone were to ask who I was or why was I with them. He had me put on these big bulky geek glasses. They were fake obviously, but they only made you notice my now brown eyes. Which I hated. I wanted my blue ones back.

"So who are you?" Liam asked for what seemed like the billionth time.

"Alyssa Cowell, Simon Cowell's niece."

"And why are you traveling with us?"

"Because my mum wanted me to get life experience."

"How-"

"I think she's got it," Zayn cut him off. "I mean you only went over with her nine thousand times."

"I was just making sure." By this time the van we were in stopped in front of the studio the boys were having their interview at. We all piled out of the vehicle, and into the building.

"Come with me to get your hair and make up done," a woman said. She had lavender hair and blonde highlights and chocolate eyes. A short thing she was, a few inches shorter than me, but she was still able to pull me like two-hundred pound muscle man.

She brought us into beige coloured room with a chair, mirror, and hair and make up products as far as the eye can see. Okay, not really, but you catch my jive.

"You can sit there, love. I'm Lou, by the way." Lou took my hair out of the pony tail that it was in. She use the flat ironer to curl it. After she sprayed it, she brushed it out so it could have a wavy affect to it. Lastly, she pulled back some of my hair on the right with a black hair pin.

Lou started on my make up, putting blush on my cheeks, since my face was already 'flawless' I didn't need any concealer. She did some type of swirly affect with my eye shadow. After adding red lip gloss, Lou painted my nails. She sent me to change, and I came be after.

"We still have fifteen minutes," Lou sighed looking up from her phone. "So, do you like the band?"

"What?" I asked forgetting about the whole international band thing.

"The lads; One Direction."

"Oh, I never even heard them sing." She looked at me with the must puzzled face. "What? Is there something on my face."

"No, you face is perfectly fine, dear," Lou chuckled. "It's just that you awfully familiar." She furried her eyebrows trying to remember. I could feel sweat beads form on my forehead, a nervous tick of mine.

What if she saw me on the news? I could go home, but if that wasn't where she became acquainted with my face I could get in deep shit for saying something to her. I opened my mouth to say something, but I was interrupted by someone at the door. Louis.

"Alyssa, you want to get a snack before Niall eats it all?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, and hopped out of the chair I was in. I waved a 'bye' to Lou, and followed Louis to the snack table. "You didn't tell her anything did you?"

"No," I said shaking my head. He looked at me worryingly. "I promise. Oooo, cheese." I went away for him to some cheese, and I put it on a napkin.

"Thirty seconds to show time," someone said of the intercom. By this time I had ate all the cheese on the table, and begged for more. Yea, I must look into some help for my addiction.

"Are you ready?" Louis asked coming up to me.

"I guess," I said shrugging my shoulders. All of us went to the side of the stage waiting to be called on.

"I would like to introduce you to One Direction and their friend, Alyssa Cowell." There was a huge roar of claps and screams as we enter on the stage. The audience consisted about an hundred of teenage girls. Some had tears running down there, and had to be calmed down their friend. It was absolutely the same I probably would have reacted if it was Ed Sheeran walking onto the stage.

We all sat down on the miniature L-shaped couch. I sat between Louis and Zayn, and I didn't really bother looking to see where everyone else was.

The interviewer, Julie, was a very pretty lady with long, wavy brown hair. Her grey were bright with happiness. The smile on her face was obvious genuine, and by the she presented herself she wasn't happy because she was some cougar looking for a young piece of meat.

"How are y'all?" Julie asked with her American accent pronounces itself in each word she says. We all had an answer along the lines of 'good', except for Louis, who had to say, 'Magnificently brilliant'. Which in result a fan shouted 'Brilliam' making everyone laugh beside me, not really getting the joke.

"Alright, then let's get some questions from the audience," she said, Every in the crowd raised there hand hoping to be picked like a nerd in school.

"Second row from the top girl in blue," Harry said pointing at who he was pointing at. She stood up with the biggest grin on her face.

"Say your name then ask your question," Julie instructed.

"My name in Alexandria, and I was wanting to know when was the last time one of you pulled a prank on each other?" I smiled at Alexandria question. I looked to my left at Louis, who had the smile on his face.

"Oh, would be gladly answer that it was yesterday," Louis started. " I would also tell you about it, but it would be easier to show you." Louis took out his phone, put it to where the picture was, and gave to a crew member. Seconds later the picture was on the big screen behind us.

"Oh my God, he took a picture," Liam gasped in horror.

"I'm sorry, you can't see it, but Liam has whipped cream down pant," Louis chuckled out. The audience laughed harder when he said that. I couldn't take it anymore. I burst out laughing at the embarrassment on the boys face.

"You won't be laughing once I take all your cheese. I saw how you vacuumed them into mouth," Zayn whispered in my ear making me instantly stop laughing.

"You don't mean that mean that." Before he could reply it was time for them to pick someone else for another question.

"Hi, Ali's the name and this is a question for Alyssa." I focused my attention on her waiting for the question. "Which of the boys is your favourite?"

"What an awesome question Ali," Niall said clapping. "Alyssa?"

"Well, even though I haven't known them for long I do have a favourite, and it's Louis."

"YES!!" Louis shouted in excitement. "I'm her favourite." The rest of the interview consisted of more questions and the boys preforming Little Things.

I walked backstage aimlessly waiting on the boys to get changed. I decided to stay in the clothes I was given since I'm able to keep them. As I walked pass a closet door I felt myself be pulled in.

"Hi, Dannon," I heard Zayn say.

"Oh God, you gave me a fright," I said releasing the breath I have been holding. I started to walk back out of the closet when Zayn pulled me closer to him. "Okay joke's over you can let me go now."

"Who said it was a joke." He pushed me against the wall where there was no room between us.

"If this is about the prank I am sorry okay."

"Oh no, I'm over that," he said his face close to mine. He started rubbing his hands under my blouse all over. "I want you Danny." He started giving me sloppy kisses all over my neck.

"STOP!!!"

"Shh," he said putting his hand over my mouth. "We don't need anyone hearing us. It'll be all over soon." His hands went under my skirt, and pulled down my knickers to my ankles. "Step out of them." I hesitated which made him get aggravated with me. He grasped my shoulders, and slapped me against the wall. "You DON'T want to mess with me." I stepped out of my knickers like I was told, and he picked me up where I had to wrap my legs around his waist for support. Before he could unbuttoned his pants his phone started ringing. "Do not say a word." I nodded my head, and he put his phone to his ear. I tuned out the conversation going into my own little world of my thoughts.

'What did I do to make him so upset with me? I mean not long ago we laughing and joking around. What even Louis's the same way? Just like Niall and Harry. I haven't even talked to Liam enough to know his intentions. What if they're all just aiming for one thing with me. I-' My thoughts were interrupted by Zayn dropping to my feet. i was able to catch my balance before I hit the ground. Before I could get my knickers from the ground, Zayn was stuffing them in his pocket.

"You can get them back when we finish," he said, and checked out the door for anyone. He guided me out the building to the van everyone else was. I got in the seat I originally sat lucky no where Zayn.

"Where did you go?" Louis asked.

"I went to the restroom, and got lost. I could only find Zayn," I lied not wanting to tell him what really happened.

"Well, I got you some more cheese," he said, and handed me the bag of cheese.

"Thanks." Yea, I can trust Louis at least.

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