Forced Fresh Start

Seventeen year old Sami Gray lives in dreary New Zealand, but when things start going down hill, she moves to London to make a fresh start. What will happen when she meets 5 teenage boys and is forced to live with them? Will her dislike of their careers and celebrity persona ruin everything for her, or will she change her mind and enjoy the path that her new life is taking her on?

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8. Maybe

HARRY'S P.O.V

I was woken up by the sound of a guitar. Who the hell is playing so early in the fricken morning!?! After having a rough night thinking because of what had happened with Sam, the last thing I wanted, was to be woken up early. I pulled myself out of bed, chucking on a pair of jeans, not bothering with a shirt. I was ready to give whoever was playing that blasted instrument this early, a right old thump to the back of the head. I'm presuming its Niall since he's the one that can actually play the guitar, and from the sounds of things, this person actually know what they're doing, unlike most if us in the band.

I walked down to the music room and saw that the door was ajar, no wonder I could hear the sound of the guitar from my room, our music room is only soundproof if you shut the door really right. But all the boys knew that.... So who was playing? I took a few more steps forward so i could peer into the gap of the door without being noticed. Just as I was about to look I heard a sweet voice accompany the sound of the guitar....

"Phone rings, don't wanna pick it up, I'm so scared I'm gonna say too much, I tip toe around your questions, why you gotta dig so deep. Tears fall and the glasses break, inside these walls the floor boards shake, but from out side it's alright, aslong as you're lookin from fifty feet"

Sam.... I never would have guessed that she had a voice like that....or that she could play like that. i have to say, she sounded better than Niall, although I would never tell him that in a billion years. I stood there listening to Sami, thinking that if she took the time to get to know us, then she would surely like us, or atleast not hate our guts. I don't really know why I wanted her to like us so much, could it be that I'm falling for her? No, surely not..... I guess only time will tell how I truly feel about her. 

She finished playing and singing and I took this as my opportunity to step into the room and let her know that I had been listening and had heard the whole thing. I started clapping and saw that she jumped as she turned around, clearly startled by my presence.

"Wow, you're really good..." I said, as she looked down and blushed, this was a side of Sam that I hadn't seen before.

"Umm... thanks, I guess.... How long had you been standing there? Didn't anyone ever teach you about privacy??" I couldn't tell whether she was flattered or thoroughly pissed off. I'm gonna go with a bit of both.

"You left the door open, I'm suprised the whole house isn't up..." I stated, ignoring the first half of her sentence.

"I don't know whether that's a compliment or an insult." She glared at me as she said this.

"Take it however you want love. I was simply stating a fact." I winked at her, causing her glare to intensify. 

"Why can't you take the hint and leave me alone Harry. We both know that I don't want to be near you or the others. Why can't you just respect that?" She said in an almost whisper, emotion running deep in her voice.

"I can't let you think all that stuff about us... about me, when I know it isn't true. Just give me one day to prove that to you? One day, that's all I'm asking for. If I can't change your mind, then I will leave you alone, we ALL will leave you alone. But not without the chance to show you who we really are, and not you the media, and whoever else, portray us to be." I walked further into the room as I spoke, looking her directly in the eyes, making sure she knew how serious I was. Thankfully, it seemed to work.

"Fine. ONE day, but that's it." She sighed in defeat.

"Good, I'll go wake up the rest of the boys." I turned around and walked out of the room, a triumphant smile on my face.

Now, all I have to do is show her the real us. Show her the real me, and then hopefully she will like us for who we are, not hate us because of our choice of job.

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