Most girls would dream to be on tour with One Direction, just thinking of the countless hours alone with the boys was enough to make them swoon but I was a different story. I consider myself a lost cause because I let fear control my life, I'm not talking a simple fear of heights or spiders. No, this fear follows me wherever I go, it lurks in the back of my mind. My life is a nightmare but the difference is that I can't wake up.

Up until I was 18, I lived a normal life. I had two loving parents and a twin sister, Avery. We lived in a small town that was secluded from the rest of the world. If I had stayed in that town my life would have stayed normal, I would have gone to a small college with my sister, I would have worked in my parents' shop. I would have dated my high school sweetheart and maybe I would have gotten married to him. I would have spent my days sitting in the back of a pickup truck, drinking iced tea and watching the clouds drift by.

But, Avery and I turned 18. We thought our lies were about to begin but that was the day that they ended. Our parents gave us fateful news that put our newfound independence on pause. It was like a birthday present from hell. They told us that we were adopted and our birthparents were psychotic drug dealers who were going to use us to do their dirty work. They were most wanted across the world and we were wanted by them.

The two people who raised us, whom we referred to as Mom and Dad, were special as well. They devoted their entire lives to protected us by choice and by their boss. They were in the CIA and they got a lifelong mission, to protect us from our crazy parents. They had been trying for years to have kids but they never could. Now they could have two daughters, of course they were thrilled until our real parents discovered our location. They were on their way to our hometown to kill our parents and take us away, but we were already long gone.

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Avery and I were huddled in a cold room with glistening white walls and floors. Two extremely buff men guarded the doorway and their piecing stares never left the closed door. I glanced at Avery with a worried expression that wrinkled my forehead and pulled my eyebrows together. She had blocked herself from me but a curtain of thick, blonde hair. I think she was actually shielding herself from the world, it hadn't been very kind to us.

The door quietly creaked open and six figures entered the room. Avery pulled her head up and wiped her watery eyes. She had been crying. I had always been better at hiding my emotions, I just bottled them up in the back of my mind and when I was alone they would hit me like a tidal wave. “Hello girls, very sorry to hear what has happened. We are here to help.” A man in a ironed suit jacket said while sitting down in the chair across from us. I didn't say anything, I chewed on the inside of my cheek and continued to listen.

“Your parents wanted you to be safe and I assure you that you will have the best protection.” He continued in a posh British accent. Avery's head shot up and she glared a him, she seemed dangerous but behind her wall of rage there was a scared little girl who was alone. “How is hanging out with a bunch of popstars going to help us?” She demanded. The five members of the band gave each other uneasy looks and they sunk lower in their seats.
“You see, we are always on the move. They travel from one country to the next every week. This is a longer tour so there are more locations. They also have supreme protection and bodyguards. There are crowds everywhere so it's easy to blend in.” The man smiled and cracked his fingers slowly one by one.
“Aren't our faces going to be everywhere with the paparazzi?”
“Your parents will have no idea what you look like, every picture of you has been burned. You will get different looks, our stylist will transform your face. No one will recognize you. The twins Avery and Angie will be all but forgotten, a distant memory in their minds. Everyone that knew you believes that you are dead. Your records do not exist, your fingerprints have been removed. You will have new names and a new identity. This is the time to reinvent yourselves.”

I felt as if I was going to puke, not only was my life changing but it was being completely reinvented. Angelina Holmes was dead, I had vanished from everyone's lives as well as their memories. I never got to say goodbye to everyone I loved. The man handed Avery and I massive packets of information. “I am Simon Cowell and I'll let you introduce yourselves to the boys.” he gestured to the five solemn guys staring at us from across the room.
“How can we be introduced, we're dead.” I spat before leaving the room with Avery following meekly behind me.

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Kara Elaine Noel I printed my new pseudonym on the paper that Simon had given me. Elaine was my mother's name, I wanted to use it as a tribute to her I mean I was stuck with it for the rest of my life. I watched as Avery scrawled a name onto her paper, Tatum Ann Huston. We gave them to a stern man in sun glasses who worked or the CIA, theygoing to make us fake birth certificates and everything else using that name.
I expected tour buses to be small and cramped, it turns out they were. As soon as Avery and I were pushed through the automatic doors we knew our lives would never be the same. Five boys looked up from a large round couch with nervous expressions on their faces. “You can have first pick of the bunks. Zayn is protective of his though.” One of them offered but I didn't even look to see who was speaking. I simply nodded and stumbled through the tight hallways to the sleeping area. I picked the bed where the window could be seen and I curled into a ball. It was then at that moment when I decided that I would seclude myself from the world. Why should I be here, why was the world this cruel. Maybe if I never spoke, or ate, or slept, or breathed, just maybe I would fade away like my past and I wouldn't be forced to live this lie.

I had tried to sleep but I couldn't, memories kept flowing into my mind and the endless thoughts kept my body on replay. I had decided to curl up in a ball near one of the windows and watch the scenery flash past the moving bus. An occasional tree would zoom by, they were the only evidence of foliage in the dusty fields that stretched for miles. I had been sitting in the darkness for a few hours listening to the peaceful silence that had blanketed the bus. I heard a fumbling in the hallway which was weird because it was three in the morning. I snuggled into my blanket and hid my tearstained face in fear that someone would see me. Although the cover blocked my vision I could tell that someone had turned dimmed lights on. I nervously peeked out from my cozy cocoon. Someone was fiddling with their phone on a couch across from me, he looked frustrated as he pulled through his curly, brown hair. He looked up and blinked in shock, “Angelina... What are you doing up?” I was surprised that he used my real name, it reminded that no one else would call me that ever again. Tears threatened to rush down my cheeks so I turned my head and looked out the window.
“I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Harry and I know you're Angelina or Kara but I think I'll call you Angelina, or Ang.” He goofily smiled and sat next to me. I looked over my shoulder and instantly regretted it. He immediately noticed the trails of mascara that stained my face. His facial features softened and he suddenly got up and left for the bathroom. He came back a minute later with a towel soaked with warm water. I let him gently rub the makeup off of my face, after he finished I went back to looking out the window. I heard him get up and leave and I sighed and chewed on my bottom lip until it began to hurt.

Ten minutes later I heard a slight clunk on the table across from where I was sitting. I whipped my head around slowly and saw a tray with a cup of tea and a note.

Tea always helps me sleep.
I'm here if you need me.

xx. Harry

I tentatively held the warm drink to my lips, a steady stream of hot steam warmed my face. I took a small sip and I was shocked to find that it was the perfect temperature, I drank a little less than half of it before setting the mug down to lay down on the couch. My last thoughts were of the hell I was going to have to live through for the rest of my life.

Notes

Woo first chapter. Tell me if you like it!!