I'm In Love With You

Samantha has had a rough life. From being abused by her parents, to living on her own at 17. When she gets a recording contract from a big agency, she beings a new lifestyle. She meets many new famous people and has many short "relationships" with them. When she meets One Direction, she thinks will be just like every other relationship she's ever had. She expects them to use her and have nothing more than a one night stand. Falling in love is not an option.

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1. Me

*SAMANTHA'S POV*

I woke up to the sound of my mother yelling for me to get my ass up. I slowly got out of bed and looked in the mirror. I can't stand to see the person staring back at me. I brush my really long, wavy blone hair and being to do my makeup. 20 minutes later I walk down stairs to see my mom and dad have left for work. I sighed and grabbed by book bag, and began walking to school . For some people, school was an escape from their homelife, but for me it was just another hell I had to deal with. Ever since my, now ex, boyfriend has started the rumour that I had slept with him, everyone in the eleventh grade thought I was a slut. I had guys constantly coming up to me, asking how much for one night. I tried to ignore them, but it was just a constant thing. The girls in the school were so much worse though. I had no friends because of all the rumours the "popular" girls had started. Everyone thought I was a freak and a slut. I walked into first period, science and sat next to my best friend, Sam.

"Hey Sammi" He said with a smile when I got to our seats.

"Hey"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just the usual. And im nervous for the talent show tonight."

"You'll do great love, you always do." He said with a smile.

"But Mrs. Jones said that there would be talent scouts coming to watch me. This could be my one and only chance to make it big."

"You'll win just like you do every year. Just don't worry about it."

"But Sam, you know that if I don't get this, I won't have any way to go to college. My parents would never pay for me to go."

"Sammi, you're going to do fine, just be yourself" He said smiling. Then the bell rang and I tried to pay attention to Mr. Robertson and his boring lecture on plants.

After class, Sam and I walked to my locker. As I was putting in my combination, a guy, who I thought was a junior, came up to me and put his hands on my butt. I slapped his hands away and turned to glare at him.

"What? I thought you liked that kind of stuff babe. I've been hearing somethings about you Samantha. I heard you were a dirty girl." He said quietly and winked at me.

"I don't know what you've heard, but it's not true. Please just leave me alone."

"C'mon babe, don't be like that. Just come with me and I'll show you a good time."

I could feel the tears in my eyes. "Leave me alone, jerk."

Then Sam came up and pushed the guy hard in the chest. "Leave her alone man, or I'll beat the shit out of you." The guy glared at Sam, but left. Sam turned to me, "Sammi, why don't we just skip the rest of the day. I don't want to see all of these guys come up to you like that."

I smiled at his concern for me "Nah it's okay, I'm used to it by now, it doesn't really bother me anymore." I lied. I know he could tell that I was lying.

He sighed, "Sammi, it does bother you, I can tell. C'mon let's just go, then we can come back before the talent show." He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, knowing I couldn't resist that face.

"Fine, but if I'm late for the talent show, or we get in trouble, you will never hear the end of this." I said with a smirk. We left not long after that, going to his car. We drove to a waffle house nearby. We were eating chocolate chip waffles and laughing and just having a great time. Until he saw something I had tried to hide from him.

"Samantha...show me your arm." He said quietly.

I pretended to look confused, but I knew he wasn't buying it. "What are you talking about? Why?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, and you know exactly why. Show me your arm Samantha. Right now."

I knew it was pointless to try to hide it anymore and slowly pulled my my hoodie sleeve up my arm. There's so many scars on my arms, along with new cuts. I knew how disappointed he was.

"Sammi....why?" He said very quietly and sadly.

"The same reason as always." I replied, trying not to cry.

"Have your parents gotten worse?"

"I'd show you, but we're in public, I don't want anyone else to see."

"Then let's go to your house, no one's going to be there right? Both your parents should still be at work."

"Yeah I guess so." He payed for our meal, I wanted to pay but I never had any money and he was pretty rich. We got back to my house, and no one was there just like we thought. We went into my room and he went to my bed and laid down. I sat on the edge, watching him.

"Show me now."

I stood up and went into my bathroom to change into a pair of shorts and a tanktop. I usually didn't bother going to a different room to change around Sam, because we had seen each other in our underwear plenty of times, but I knew he would freak out once he saw my leg and my back. I walked back into my room and he just stared at my leg.

"When did that happen? And how?"

"Well my parents were fighting and I didn't want to be around it, so I tried to sneak out and I got caught. My mom grabbed my shoulder and slammed me on the floor. That's where the bruises on my back came from. Then she grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my room and started trying to drag me down the stairs. I was trying to get her hand off my wrist and she let go and just pushed me instead. I fell down the stairs, that's why I have the bruises on my leg." I told him, trying not to cry.

"Sammi....that's the worst thing they've done to you! Why didn't you tell me sooner??"

"I was scared you'd say something and get us both beat up."

"Sammi I think you should just come to live with me and my mom. I can't stand to see you being treated like this, and you know my mom won't let you say no, once she sees your leg and back.:

"I'd love to, but what would I tell my parents. You know they'd never let me."

"Well you don't have to tell them. C'mon grab some clothes for tonight and you can just spend the night at my house until we get this all figured out."

I got up and grabbed a flowy flower print shirt and some nice skinny jeans and my grey converse and we left.

"Won't your mom be mad that we skipped?"

"After she finds out about this, she'll understand."

We drove to his house, and he was right, she didn't blame us for skipping, though she said it would not be tolerated again. She told me I could stay the night.

A few hours later and we were on our way to the school for the talent show. I had my flowy shirt and jeans on, with my long hair down my back. We arrived at the school and I was insanely nervous. What if the agency people didn't like me? What if this was the year that I lost? I had won the talent show since fourth grade, and it was one of the few things I was actually proud of.

I watched all the acts go by, and suddenly it was my turn. But I wasn't nervous anymore, I was excited and I knew this would be amazing, even if they didn't like me. I walked out on to the stage and sat with my guitar in lap. I began strumming and singing Autumn Leave by Ed Sheeran.

"Another day another life

Passes by just like mine

It's not complicated

Another mind

Another soul

Another body to grow old

It's not complicated

Do you ever wonder if stars shine out for you?

Float down

Like autumn leaves

And Hush now

Close your eyes before the sleep

And you're miles away

And yesterday you were here with me"

As I finished the song, the crowd erupted into applause. I smiled, bowed a little and walked off stage. A few more acts and the show was over. I'm getting nervous all over again. I really need to win this, I really need to get a contract from that agency.

The principle walked on stage, "We have the winners of this year's talent show! I want to thank you all for coming out and supporting our school. Now I know you don't want to sit there and hear me make some boring speech, so I'll just get straight to announcing the winners," there was a laugh from the audience, and a feeling of anticipation, "The third runner up is, Kay Simpson!" She walked out to get her small trophy, looking very pleased with her self. "The second runner up is, Alexander Wright!" He walked out to get his award, and the crowd was going crazy. "And, the winner this year's talent show is....Samantha Duchannes!" I was stunned. But I walked out on stage and was handed my trophy and cash prize. The crowd was going crazy, and cameras were flashing all over the place. I walked off stage and was pulled into a bone crushing hug by Sam.

"I told you that you'd win!" He yelled in excitement. Then a woman and a man in business suits walked up. Sam quickly let go of me and walked back over to his mom.

"Hi Samantha, I'm Ryan Quinnes, and this is Amanda Brown. We've heard many good things about you, and after that amazing performance we'd like to offer you a contract."

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