Strange Kinda Love

this story inst mine but its really good.-------This is the story of Nadia Cowell. You’ve probably heard of her since she was once a famous model, she is daughter of the one and only Simon Cowell and is Louis Tomlinson’s bestfriend. When Louis auditions for the X Factor, well let’s just say things get a little… Complicated.

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11. Chapter 11

 

Nadia’s POV

Todays the day.  After Naomi and I left Canada, we spent a three days in L.A to see a Hedley show.  We had to sit in the box seats in case something drastic happened, but overall, I think that was Nadia’s favorite part of our little adventure.  Jacob serenaded Nadia during the show and they brought her up on stage.  You should have seen the big smile on her face.  I swear to Christ you could see it all the way to China.  After, we got to hang out backstage with them all evening.  They are cracking lads and I reckon Nadia wants to marry Dave now, since he’s probably one of the funniest people on the planet and once he saw Nadia when he walked into the dressing room, he put his full attention to her the entire time we were there.  I got all the numbers and I’ve been texting them back and forth ever since.  So today I’m back in London after three weeks and I’m on my way to X Factor rehearsals right now since my dad asked me to write the song for Help for the Heroes because he said that I could use my experiences with soldiers and put it in a song.  Confused? I should probably now explain how my mum and Will (Naomi’s dad) died.  Well you see they were soldiers or in the military or whatever the hell you want to call it, but their job was protecting the country.  They would work all year round, and then take summers off to spend with me.  One day, I was at school in the middle of French lessons, when one of the secretaries came and told me my dad was waiting for me in the office.  I remember thinking on how I was going to be in such shit for something Louis, Stan and I probably screwed up, but when I walked in, his face was full of sadness instead of anger.  He just came over to me and gave me a hug.  I knew something then happened because my dad as you probably would’ve expected, isn’t a very touchy feely kind of person.  He just told me right up what happened and I remember the pain that I felt.  It hurt too feel any kind of emotions.  Sadness, happiness, hot, cold and even love just couldn’t come to me; I just felt… incomplete.  I didn’t really know how to feel.  Kind of like a part of me just was gone, but not enough for me to completely be destroyed.  Of course I obviously was devastated, but I knew I could get through this because I had my dad, Naomi, my Grammy and of course Louis.  He was the first person to get me to smile in about two weeks.

Anyway, today was going to be hard, I already knew this.  After not having a real sleep or eating a real meal for about three weeks, it can definitely change your appearance and I know Louis will notice, well probably.  For the first time ever, I’ve put make up on my face (just concealer and foundation) hoping it will hide the dark circles under my eyes.  I crutched in the front doors of the studios, trying to mentally prepare myself for what is about to go down.  I know none of them know it’s me preparing the song for them, so there probably going to pounce when they see me, so I scheduled the orchestra/band rehearsal first, so when everyone walks in, we’ll just get right to it so the boys won’t have any time to confront me.

“Hey guys, you ready to get right into it? My dad’s already sent you the lyrics and scores right?”

They all nodded.  “Alright well let’s do this.”

“Wait, who’s going to sing the lyrics?” asked one of the guitarists.

“Shit, I didn’t think of that, I guess I’ll sing it while you play, you guys have already rehearsed right?” They nodded again, “All right, I’ll cue you in while I sing okay?” I cued the violins, piano and base to start their part.

“I, I will be king

And you, you will be queen

Though nothing will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day

We can be Heroes, just for one day

We can be Heroes

We can be Heroes

I, I wish you could swim

Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim-”

When I sang, it’s like everything just slowly disappeared and there was only me left on this planet, so that’s probably why I didn’t hear everyone walk through the door and hear me sing.  At first, I thought everyone was going to just start pointing and laughing at me, but they just saw me and walked over to their positions.  I probably wouldn’t have even noticed their presence if Zayn hadn’t started his part into the microphone.  He weakly smiled at me, but I could see the pity in his eyes.  I’m not stupid, on the contrary, I’m quite intelligent, and I know something was up.  I notice things people wouldn’t notice.  Like how Harry, when he stares at people in the eyes when they talk to him, it’s because he looking to see if your pupils grow, which means there attracted to him, yes I know, you probably think that’s fucking creepy and I should check myself into unit nine, but it’s just the little details that I pick up on.

I zoned out of the reverie, trying to pick up where we were in the piece.  Oh shit we finished a while ago and they were all staring at me.

“Oh-uh sorry, um that was good! Let’s run it a few more times, but Mary and Cher, switch your parts though, I reckon Mary’s voice will sound better for the middle solo and Cher’s for the ending.  Also, where did the drums guy and the guy on base go Nick?” I asked one of the violinists.

He shrugged, “They said they went to get food or something.”

I sighed, “Well okay then, we don’t really need base, so I’ll play the drums while you play and sing.  Is that okay guys?” They all chorused yes’s and we got right to it.  I kept cueing everyone in and after a while, it even brought a smile to my face.  Something about the love of making music, just affected you in some way.  Everyone here just looked so happy, doing something they love, it just sort of forced happiness into you.

They all clapped and cheered when we finished the last run through because honestly, it did sound really, really good.

I sighed while pushing the hair out of my face, “Okay, so Savan and another vocal coach will be taking the singers to split you up into groups to help you like sound better or whatever and the band people can go home.  The schedule for tomorrow should have already been emailed to you! I hope everything for tomorrow turns out great, just play as you did today and everything will be fine.”

They all nodded and me and headed out, of course, except the boys.

“Nadia,” said Zayn angrily.

My eyes widened, “Oh-um I have to go!” I said softly while trying to make a break for it towards the door, but Harry and Liam stepped in front of me before I had the chance.  Considering I was still on crutches I probably could’ve made it.  Damn things.

“Nice try,” Niall said behind me.

I turned around to face Zayn, Niall and Louis.  “Um hi guys, you should really be getting to rehearsals now-”

“NO NADIA.  WE ARE TALKING RIGHT NOW SO YOU CAN’T GO FUCKING HIDE FOR THREE WEEKS.  LIKE WHAT THE FUCK NADIA, WHY HAVEN’T YOU TALKED TO ME? THREE FUCKING WEEKS NADIA,” Louis screamed at me.  All I could do was stare down at the floor, I couldn’t bring myself up to look into his eyes.  Coward, I know, but I learned you feel a lot worse if you stare into someone’s eyes if you’re having a row.

“WHAT YOU CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME NOW?’’ he yelled.

I sighed, “Louis I-”

“WHAT?! NO YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME LOUIS NADIA COWELL, WHERES LOU OR LOUBEAR OR EVEN BOO BEAR WHICH YOU KNOW I FUCKING HATE, BUT ITS WAY FUCKING BETTER THEN LOUIS!” he yelled.  Shit, I can feel it coming.  My hand slowly starts to tremble, but hopefully I hide it in my sleeve quick enough that no one noticed.  I slowly move my head so I can, not directly, but still get a glance of his face.  I can see that there are tears forming in his eyes and I start to feel remorse. 

No Nadia, I thought, you’re mad him.  I have to find a way to get out of here because if Louis keeps yelling at me, my… condition is just going to get worse.

“Look guys, this REALLY isn’t the best time, I think you should just go to rehearsals or something, you’re going to get in trouble if you don’t and-”

“Nadia common, you really think we’re actually going leave?” Liam asked.  What’s up with these boys and interrupting me, god.

“Well yeah sort of,” I admitted,

“Look Nadia, cut the shit, Louis told us about your sister and all about your little lies you’ve been telling us,” Zayn said angrily.  My eyes grew out of my head.  I felt heat bubbles literally burst inside of me.

“YOU DID WHAT?  LOUIS I TRUSTED YOU.  I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD FUCKING DO THAT TOO ME!  I SPENT A WEEK IN THE HOSPITAL WITH LIFE THREATNING INJURIES ALL BY MYSELF.  NO TEXTS, NO CALLS, NO VISITS, SO WHY THE HELL WOULD I TELL YOU WHERE I SPEND MY TIME BECAUSE YOU SURE AS HELL WEREN’T WORRYING ABOUT ME AND HONESTLY, ITS NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OUT PARTYING, NO, I’VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF MY DYING LITTLE SISTER, WHICH YOU DIDN’T EVEN CARE TO ASK ABOUT LOUIS AND HONESTLY, HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST MENTION ‘OH YEAH, BY THE WAY, MY THREE YEAR OLD SISTER HAS CANCER AND A MONTH LEFT TO LIVE, OH WOULD YOU LIKE SUGAR WITH THAT?’ NO YOU DON’T JUST FUCKING SAY THAT DO YOU.” I screamed at them.  By this time, my body was in a complete spaz.  Everything was shaking uncontrollably.

“Nadia are you okay?” Harry asked.

“What Louis didn’t tell you that too?” I snapped, “Oh, when people upset me, my body shakes uncontrollably until I get medication injected into a vein that travels to my heart because I have a life threatening heart disease!” I said happily, hoping they picked up on my sarcasm.

“Nadia we need to get your medication-”

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME LOUIS TOMLINSON,” I yelled at him.  “JUST ALL OF YOU GET OUT AND GO BACK TO WHATEVER YOU’VE BEEN DOING THESE PAST THREE WEEKS!” They all stared at me in shock and sadness, but they eventually sauntered out of the stage room.  Niall held back for a second and turned around to take one last glance at me.  By this time, I was crying because of how upset I was, not just at them, but at myself.

I stared at him.  I noticed he was also crying.

“I’m so sorry Nadia,” he sobbed, but I just turned my head to stare at the wall.  He caught on that I wasn’t going to say anything and walked out the door.  I didn’t mention to them earlier that my doctor kindly put me on a new medication whereas I just had to calm down, then I wouldn’t have to get injected and I would be fine.  Not like they cared anyway right?  I plopped down to the floor in the middle of the stage and brought my uninjured leg to my chest and started sobbing feeling more betrayed, depressed and alone than ever before.

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