Forever Young

Aubree is only 16 years old but has already had a rough life. When her older brother Jared dies from his battle with cancer, her whole world seems ruined. She starts really questioning what she wants to do with her future because she doesn't think she'll ever be able to sing again until Liam comes into her life. Can Liam help her get the courage to sing again or will she take a completely different road with someone else?


15. Practice Makes Perfect

    Liam and I had been singing almost every day since we sang at the park. We did all different kinds of songs to expand what we could do vocally. Liam helped me start rapping a little bit and we also did more duets because we found them fun. We would be leaving for the U.K. in a few days so Liam started helping me pack. I gave him a smaller bag and told him he could put in a bunch of pairs of shoes.

"So where are you going to be staying when you get there?"

"I guess at just a nearby hotel that'll be decent for a week or two."

"Me too. There aren't any auditions close enough to my house. Maybe we can stay at the same hotel."

"That's actually not a bad idea because I might chicken out if you don't push me out the doors."

"So how many shoes do you want me to pack?" 

"Just till you can hardly get it zipped up I guess."

"That many?"

"Well maybe less. Just a bunch of tennis shoes cause I don't dress up often." I started pulling out a variety of shirts and same with shorts/skirts. I really didn't have that much to choose from. I shopped whenever I could but I mostly just shopped at really cheap and discounted stores. The most expensive thing I probably had was a Roxy purse and even that was pretty worn out but I never switched to another. I found a couple of plain shirts in different colors, two or three lace tops with floral patterns, and my bigger boy polo shirts. As for shorts, skirts and pants, I just found as many in each category in just about every color I owned. 

"Well I've finished your shoes, what's next?" I tossed him a smaller bag. One that I put all my CD's into when traveling. 

"My CD's are over by my night stand and same with my player." I wanted an ipod but I hadn't saved up enough quite yet so I was still content with my CD player. He found them and began packing most if not all of them.

"Justin Bieber?" I started blushing a little.

"Yeah I like his music."

"Probably just think he's cute", he started laughing.

"Well that's just a plus. Do you like his music?" I could already guess the answer but he surprised me instead.

"Yeah, he's pretty good. I like Somebody To Love the best."

"I like that one too." He kept packing the CD's while I finished the shirts, pants etc. 

"Ugh now dresses", I mumbled.

"You don't like dresses?"

"I'll wear them but I prefer pants. I'm not much of a girly girl."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"What do you think of this one?" I held up a casual white one. I was mostly plain but had a bigger light brown belt around the waist.

"That one's nice." I carefully placed it into my suitcase and continued pulling out the few other dresses I had. I found my favorite, a shorter black with lace patterns. Once I had all of that done I put all the bags into a pile beside my closet.

"Your turn." We never took cars to each others houses anymore, we pretty much walked everywhere because the weather was usually really nice. He didn't hand me a bag, only pulled out his one suitcase he brought. 

"Don't guess I'll be going back home for clothes but I have plenty already." He pulled out a bunch of shirts and tossed them into the suitcase, not worrying about folding them.

"I can't just watch this. These need to be folded." I jumped off his bed and began folding each shirt that was tossed at my head. He found it funny how much unfolded clothes bothered me. It didn't take long for us to finish, all that was left were his bathroom items and he wanted to wait to pack those. I felt the same about mine along with all my bras and underwear. Plus that would have been awkward to pack in front of him. 

"Want to practice now?", he suggested.

"Okay." We sat on his bed, facing each other. We didn't really know how to 'harmonize' so we just went with the flow and had fun. We lost track of time so I walked home. Liam insisted on walking me home but I would be fine. He just wanted to make sure I got there safely. It wasn't dark yet but the sun was setting. I took a few pictures then continued walking. I screamed when I felt a hand on my back. I spun around ready to punch but realized it was only Ariana.

"Holy crap, don't punch!" I hit her in the arm anyway.

"What's wrong with you? I almost had a heart attack!"

"I'm coming over. Were you at Liam's?"

"Yeah we practiced a few songs and I lost track of time."

"Still aren't together yet?"

"No and I wish everyone would chill out about it."

"But he kissed you, more than once right?"

"Well yeah but most guys do that regularly. I'm focussed on my audition. I haven't even picked a song and I leave in two or three days."

"We'll still skype though, right?"

"Of course. You, Brooke, Trent and I still will like always."

"Just making sure because I know you're gonna make it and all."

"I'm gonna do my best." The rest of the night I ran over different songs I could do for my audition. I finally just decided to pick one at the very last moment so I wouldn't worry about trying to perfect it and end up going crazy about it. I packed some of my feminine items as well as other little things but left my laptop for last. Only a few days until I would be out of the country, going on a stage in front of hundreds.

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