Am I Really Good Enough

Natasha, Jade, Bridget and I have finally got our big break. After 4 BRUTAL years of high school we were all finally being recognized. We all worked so hard everyday practicing songs, trying to learn to play instruments, and trying to maintain our lives and "relationships". We were finally going to your with one of our favorite bands, One Direction. I'm Sammi Elliot and I am the lead singer of Reality. Not actual reality, our band.

Hi this is my first fanfic and feel free to tell me if it's terrible :)) I don't take it personally

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49. Back in Time

Bridget's P.O.V.
" Bridge in so sorry. I like you a lot, but I just can't do this," Josh had said after our concert. I was depressed, I liked him... A lot and being with him made me feel not only special, but real as well.
I tried to forget about it, not to be upset, but Jade was pestering me with questions in our hotel room and I eventually started to get upset...

Natalie's P.O.V.
It was after the concert. I was in The room Sammi and I had been "assigned" to by Paul. She was taking a shower and I was on my phone. It was exploding with feed, but I didn't have a chance to look at it cause there was a knock on the door.
I opened it to find Zayn, back early from his "Date" with Perrie.
" Ummm... Hello?" I greeted him. I was mostly confused.
" May I come in?" he asked sweetly.
I smiled," I don't think that's a good idea, Sammi's in the shower, but we can talk out here," I pointed to the hall.
He nodded and I sat up against the wall outside my room. Zayn shortly followed.
" So what's up?"
He shook his head and said," It was terrible. There were paparazzi everywhere, even in the resturant, she wasn't herself either. She constantly looked at them. And she wouldn't talk much either. It was just... Awkward."
I laughed and remembered what Louis said," If you stood up to them about making you date someone you don't want to, maybe you wouldnt have to deal with that."
He grabbed my hand, and wouldnt let it go.
" I can't. They won't do anything about it-"
I cut him off," Unless you try."
He frowned. I hoped I was getting through to him.
" That one might I thought about waking up next to you every morning, just like that night, and the thought of that made it seem ok. But then you left, and I knew Then I needed to do something. I just don't know what."
I started to sit up. Sammi would be down soon and sometimes she lost her balance on the one foot.
He pulled my wrist back down," Please stay with me tonight. Just once."
At first I thought it was a really really really bad idea, but seeing the hurt in his eyes would kill me, so I nodded.
I stopped," Wait! I need to make sure Sammi is ok. And aren't you rooming with someone?"
He laughed," Yeah.. I'll send him over to your room."
I guess he meant Harry.
I ran back to see Sammi dressed in her pajamas, combing her hair.
" Hey, I'm going to Zayn's room tonight."
I quickly three on my navy blue plaid pants and a t-shirt and walked over. I knocked on the door and Harry answered. I let out a sigh of relief for Sammi.
" Hey Zayn's back there," he pointed," I'll leave you two alone."
I smiled," Thanks. Sammi should be able to let you in."
He frowned at that, probably because of her ankle.
I groaned," Your soo overprotective!"
He laughed and I went in. Zayn was watching tv. He smiled as I walked in. I climbed up, put my head on his shoulder, and started talking to him.
We were only interrupted when my phone rang at 11.

Sammi's P.O.V.
I let Harry in and immediately he begged me to sit back down.
" That is getting really annoying," I said.
He played dumb," What?"
" you trying to make me rest it all the time! It's fine as long as I use my crutches, which of you haven't noticed, I am all the time."
He kissed me," I'm sorry I just feel bad about it since I let you drive.."
" You were tired and I knew what I was getting myself into."
We sat down on my bed, turned the tv on and got out a deck of cards and my laptop.
" Just promise me you won't put me before yourself."
I shook my head," Why?"
He laughed," Because that's my job."

Zayn's P.O.V.
She apologized and answered her phone going Into the hallway. When she got back she looked distressed.
" What happened?" I asked.

Natalie's P.O.V.
I didn't recognize the number," Hello Natalie Comer speaking"
" Hello Natalie this is Lisa from the admissions office at Juliard Performing Arts School. We received an apication from you dated to the beginning of August but just received it now in the mail. We would like to invite you to join us next year at the beginning of September for fall semester to study with us."
I stopped breathing. Juilliard was another reason I left Cleveland. They never got back to me. I was upset for weeks thinking I wasn't good enough, and that was right aroun the same time Kyle " broke up" with me. Breathe Nat Breathe.
" Thank you so much for the opertunity Miss. I am sorry to say that currently I am unable to give you a straight answer, as I am on tour as an opening act, and I'd have to discuss it further with my bandmates and my manager."
" Thank you Natalie. We look forward to hearing your response as soon as possible. Goodnight."
I hung up. Juilliard. Performing. Arts. College.
I walked back in to Zayn and he could immediately tell something was up.

Zayn's P.O.V.
Juilliard. Wow.
" Thats a big opertunity Nat," was all I said.
She frowned," I'm not going."
I screamed," Why!!"
" because I have Reality, and my home back in London, and you guys, and I'm not going to leave that just So I can live in New York for a semester."
" Natalie! This could be huge though! You could be on broadway!"
She quickly replied," I don't want to be on broadway. I want to stay here with you... Guys."
She added the guys a little late. I smiled.
" Shut up!" she said playfully.
" you don't have to make a decision right now. Just take some time to think about it.
And she cuddled right back into my shoulder. I never wanted that night to end, even though I knew she could be leaving me.
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