Protection Brought to You by One Direction

Jasmyn Wilde is a princess. No, seriously, she is. Complete royalty. She is the daughter of King Joseph Anthony Vincent Wilde. Her father married a peasant girl and then they had Jasmyn. Her father was poisoned and anarchy ran throughout the kingdom. Now her father's arch-enemy is looking to take over the kingdom. One Direction secretly works as body guards for a Princess Protection Program and was assigned to take her away from her kingdom - and her mother - for safety. Will the boys succeed or will they let Jasmyn out of their grasp and into the arms of her father's enemy?

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5. New Things

We were finally in the car and on our way to the mall.  It had taken the boys ages to get ready.  Zayn took almost half an hour on just his hair.  I was ready before them; long before them.  

"Are you excited to get new clothes?" Harry asked me.

I turned my head away from the window to face him. "I guess," I shrugged.

"Hmm...my sister always loved shopping for clothes.  Isn't that all girls love to do?" Harry asked.

I shrugged again.  "I never really had time to go shopping.  Besides, all my dresses were made by the best seamstresses Italy had to offer.  Mother did teach me how to make my own clothing, though.  That was fun."

"Ew, sewing.  Doesn't that require movement?" Niall asked with a disgusted look on his face.

I nodded.  "Horrifying; is it not?" I teased, wide eyed.

"We should work on your British accent, Jasmyn," Liam suggested, in a fatherly manner.

"How?" I asked.

"Let's start with something easy...  Say your name."

"Jasmyn," I said, trying out my best British accent.  It was hard because of my original Italian one.  Liam instructed me to do this over and over, until I mastered it.  Then he had me practice saying my new name, and the boys' names.

"It sounds silly when you say it," Louis chuckled.

"I can't help it if I was born in Italy with the accent.  It would be odd if I wasn't," I said, using my newly acquired British accent.

Liam and Harry clapped.  "Well done!" they said in unison.

"Why can't she be Irish?  There's nothing wrong with us."

"That's just the way Stefan planned it.  He's exactly like Simon," Liam answered.  He always has the most brilliant plans.  Look how great our band turned out.  This mission will turn out just as well," he paused, "without all the cameras and lack of privacy."

"Simon?  Who's he?" I inquired.

"Stefan's brother.  His secret brother.  Nobody is supposed to know they're related.  However, if you know them both, it's quite easy to tell they're of the same blood."

I nodded in response.

"We're here," the driver announced, pulling up to the back of the shopping center.

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After going to about twenty different stores and 'hitting the food court', we finally arrived back to what the boys called their flat.

I brought my bags to my room and threw them down.  Then I flung myself onto my bed.

I heard a knock on the door.  "Come in," I answered.

"Hey, there's someone here I think you should meet," Louis said.  "Actually, a few people.  Come on."

I followed him into the sitting room where I saw four girls lounging on the couches.  I looked from the girls to the boys, for some kind of hint as to who they were.

"My sisters," Louis announced proudly.  "Lottie, Fizzy, and Daisy and Phoebe."  The girls looked up and waved.

One of the youngest, Daisy, I think walked over to me.  "Are you really a princess?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, smiling.

"Cool," she breathed.  Suddenly she hugged me.  It caught me off-guard, but a few seconds later I hugged back  At least I wasn't the only female in the house.

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Sorry I haven't updated in awhile.  I've had too many tests to count and so much homework.  Yesterday, I went to a high school open house at this really popular school, called Tech.  In the gym I saw this really tall, really cute guy who is a student there.  I hope that if I get into Tech (successfully passing the SHSAT) he'll be there.  I wish I took a picture.  I could have made it my wallpaper and told people he was my boyfriend.  Don't judge, you would do it too, right?  If I'm right, say so.  If I'm wrong, also tell me. Lol.  I will try to update this weekend, but no promises.  For those of you who love my stories, please try and be patient.  I'm working as hard as I can and trying to plan things timely.  Let me know if you like the story in the comments below.  I'll talk to you lovelies later.  STAY SMOOTH (:

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