Bromley Academy- A One Direction/District3 Love Story

Ally has moved from her home in Sydney, Australia, to Croydon on the outskirts of London. She's starting off at a new Boarding Academy called Bromley Academy London, where she is studying music. On her first day, she makes friends with a group of musical prodigys, and it seems like there's love at first sight. Is everything what it seems, or will a dirty little secret ruin her new frienships?

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23. Wings/A Team

PERRIE

 

"Cute!" I said, snapping a picture of Harry giving Jade a piggy-back ride. Zayn and I took a funny selfie and then a picture of Liam and Danielle dancing. I leaned against Zayn and he wrapped his hand around my shoulder while we decided what to take our last pictures of.

 

"Someday I hope Conor will be able to love Cher as much as I love you." He whispered in my ear. I smiled at him and gave him a short kiss. We were only sixteen, but I was head over heels in love with Zayn. He was so sweet and talented and handsome, and he made me feel like a princess. Everytime we kissed I got butterflies.

 

"And I hope he can make Cher feel like the only girl in the world, the way you make me feel." I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder.

 

"Karaoke!" Jessie shouted. I jumped to me feet and handed the camera to Zayn.

 

"Let's do my song, the one we've been working on!" I said, rushing over. Jade and Leigh Anne joined Jessie and I in the centre of the room, and the rest of the lads sat on the floor. We looked at each other and counted off, and then we began singing the song, Wings, that I had been working on for the longest time.

 

"Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly

Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And if they give you shhhh..
Then they can walk on by

My feet, feet can't touch the ground
And I can't hear a sound
But you just keep on running up your mouth yeah

Walk, walk on over there
Cause I'm too fly to care, oh yeah
Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
Keep talking, all I know is

Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And they can't detain you
Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly

Huh huh...
I'm firing up on that runway
I know we're gonna get there someday
But we don't need no ready steady go, no
Talk, talk turns into air
And I don't even care, oh yeah

Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
Keep talking, all I know is

Mama told me not to waste my life,
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night,
And they can't detain you
Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly

I don't need no one saying hey, hey, hey, hey
I don't hear no one saying hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You better keep on walking
I don't wanna hear your talking, boy'd
You better keep on walking
I don't wanna hear your talking, boy'd

Your words don't mean a thing
I'm not listening
They're just like water off my wings

Mama told me not to waste my life
She said spread your wings my little butterfly
Don't let what they say keep you up at night
And they can't detain you
Cause wings are made to fly
And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly

And we don't let nobody bring us down
No matter what you say it won't hurt me
Don't matter if I fall from the sky
These wings are made to fly."

 

We finished and there was a pause before everyone burst into applause. I blushed and the four of us had a big group hug. I heard a click and the sound of a picture being developed.

 

"You four should really form a group!" Ally said, smiling up at us. We laughed and shrugged, but none of us disagreed with the idea. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea?

 

"She's right!" Zayn said, hugging me as I sat back down next to him.

 

"My turn!" Ed said, getting to his feet. He walked to the centre of the room and sat down on a stool. We all sat in complete silence. Nobody had really hear Ed sing that much, but we knew he was an amazing song writer. "I wrote this, it's called A Team."

 

"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Cool girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Fly, fly
For angels to fly
To fly, to fly
Or angels to die."

 

There was a pause, a longer pause than when the girls and I had sung, and then the clapping started. And the whistling, and even a few tears.

 

"That was amazing, Weasley!" Harry said, slapping Ed on the back as he sat down with the rest of us. We all agreed. The song was haunting, but beautfiul.

 

"It'd sound sick with some nice guitar." Niall said, and Ed nodded.

 

"It does, but I didn't bring one with me!" Ed grinned, sitting down next to Jessie. Pretty close to Jessie, actually. She smiled at him and said something about his song, but I couldn't help but notice the look Ed had in his eyes while he looked at Jessie, and the look in Jessie's eyes when she looked at Harry.

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