Pitch, Please!

Wining sectionals was great and all, but wining regional's would be something. Delany and Harry couldn't be any more happier together, they had awesome times going on double dates with Niall and Demi or Zayn and Perrie. But after an ugly split up between one of the couples in Manchester Mixers causes one of them to leave and make their own a Capella group, what side will they all choose? Will Manchester Mixers even make it to regional's in one piece or will this new a capella club at school get the best of them? You'll have to find out in this sequel to Pitch Slapped!


21. A Monster

Zach announced that we won and told us we had the theater for the rest of the year and the boys were stuck in a classroom. By the time Zach was done I was already trying to push Harry away from Niall.

"You son of a bitch!" Harry shouted.

"Harry! Stop!" I pleaded. Louis and Liam pulled Harry away and I looked at Niall. His nose was bleeding, his eye was starting to swell and there was a cut above his left eye. "Niall I am so sorry, this is all my fault."

Niall sat up wiping the blood off with his shirt, "God Delany, I thought you were above him." Niall then stood as I was still on my knees, "You two are perfect for each other. I'm done playing your little game." He walked away heading to the nurse I'm sure.

I sat there crying as people started to leave and soon I was left with just Perri, Demi, and I. They came closer to me, I could hear their footsteps.

"Delany, lets go get some rest." Demi said.

"Yeah its almost eleven." Perrie chimed in.

"You guys go ahead, I just want to be alone." I told them.

"You sure?" Perrie asked.

"Positive." I said and heard their footsteps as they walked out of the amphitheater. I wiped my tears away and looked around. Niall was right, I have become just like Harry. I was a monster.

Their was one thing I knew Niall was wrong about, Harry and I weren't perfect for each other or were we? Delany snap out of it you're going crazy. Harry made you like this, he cheated on you, he played you. You don't need him. Move on. Then at that moment the lyrics just started to come out.

"I know I can't take one more step towards you. 'Cause all that's waiting is regret. And don't you know? I'm not your ghost anymore. You lost the love I loved the most. I learned to live half alive. And now you want me one more time." I walked around the amphitheater stage as I thought of the lyrics that were coming out. 

"And who do you think you are? Runnin' round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul. So don't come back for me. Who do you think you are?"

I sang and I knew what this was all coming to, the song, the boys, the playing, the revenge. It was all coming back to me. The regrets, mistakes, the boys. This life I lived was not the one I wanted. The lyrics still came out through with every thought I made. I kicked of my heels and let my hair hang loose. I was done being someone I'm not and I made my way up the stairs still singing. Not giving a care, because I, I was changing into the young, innocent, quite girl I used to be.

"And who do you think you are? Runnin' round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts. And tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul. Don't come back for me. Don't come back at all. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?" I finished singing at the top of the staircase, I smiled as I turned to walk away.

As I made my first step I heard clapping. Clapping? It was coming from the amphitheater and I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned around to see the person I least likely wanted to see. I thought he left.

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