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.


12. Chapter 12


Nobody’s POV

Shit went down is probably how I would describe what happened yesterday.  I have never, EVER seen Louis or Nadia so mad.  I see both of their points like Nadia shouldn’t have just left without informing one of us, for all we know, she could’ve been kidnapped or something and also, it’s not like we’ve been just sitting around doing nothing, we’re working on our careers! We haven’t had any time for anything other than that lately and I think she needs to realize that.  Yet, I still see where she is coming from.  She woke up alone twice and spent a whole week in hospital by herself, that’s kinda shitty on our part.  Also, I would be pretty ticked off if someone told secrets about me to other people.  I think it made Louis even madder when she didn’t show up back at the X Factor house last night, which didn’t make the situation any easier for Nadia.  That’s what brought me to here.  I honestly didn’t think I would go ahead with the plan I made up in my head let alone get permission from management to ditch, but here I am.  I walk into the familiar front doors that I hope I never will have to see again.

“Ello love, I was wondering if you could tell me which room Naomi Campbell is staying in please?”

Nadia’s POV

After having a complete breakdown in the middle of the stage, I just kinda sat there for like hours.  Which is kinda weird, but I just sat there and thought about everything.  About Naomi, Louis, my parents, my Grammy, the boys, I even thought about Justin for a little bit and how I really need to catch up with him, but most importantly, I thought about the future.  Over the past couple of weeks, I have most definitely changed.  I used to center my life on everyone else.  Like I would always be putting others before myself and really, this had to change.  I always thought about what others would do and how they would feel about the decision I would be making, but now, now it’s time that has changed.  Once Naomi’s surgery is completed and she is back to normal, I think I’m going to put her in a boarding school, where I know she’ll love because it’s by the beach and she loves making new friends.  Then I think it’s time I start a career.  My dad is Simon Cowell for gods sakes!  I have Justin Bieber and Hedley in my contacts!  It’s time I start making decisions for myself.

My thoughts then brought me back to Louis.  God I was so fucking mad at him right now I couldn’t even believe.  There was no “Oh hi Nadia, are you doing okay?” or “Nadia, I’m so sorry I couldn’t visit!” No, all he did was fucking yell at me.  To make matters even worse, he didn’t even notice that I have completely changed physically, like I’ve lost shit loads of weight from not eating and this is the first time IN MY LIFE that I’ve worn make up and he didn’t even notice? Yeah thanks Louis.  Oh AND THEN Zayn tells me that he just decided to tell them all my secrets that I trusted him to not fucking tell anyone and he goes AND FUCKING TELLS PEOPLE.  YEAH THANKS LOADS LOUIS.  This is a perfect example why I don’t tell anybody anything and won’t be telling anyone anything in the near future.  After finishing my mental venting session, I realized I’m late for my meeting with Dermot.  Honestly, you’d think that dad would have a little more known in what goes on around here, but obviously he doesn’t (wink wink).

(The next day)

Surprisingly Dermot was really easy to persuade to go along with the plan for next week.  I’ve got everything set up and he and I are the only ones who know about this little plan.  Before the show tonight, which is apparently mandatory that I go to says my dad, I’ve decided to pay a quickie to my sister.  I crutched on into her room to find the doctor giving her a needle.

“Hey doc, shouldn’t she have gotten her needle a while ago?” I asked because she usually gets her needles at lunch and it’s around 5:00 now.

“Oh hi Nadia, I was wondering if I could talk to you in the hallway?” He asked.  I looked over to Naomi, who has entranced into Peppa Pig so I nodded and followed him out to the hallway.

“Well it seems we scheduled Naomi’s surgery wrong and we have an opening tomorrow so we are going to go ahead and do that tomorrow morning.”

My heart started to race a little in worry, “Well okay then, I can be there waiting for her right?”

He nodded, “Yes of course love, but I understand that she still has one wish left to be completed.  Will tonight work because I can ask her to choose another wish if it’s a problem for tonight?”

Yeah it kinda is a fucking problem for tonight, I thought, you know I just have to sing in front of a crowd which happens to be my worst nightmare and I’d rather poke my eyes out, but no, I’ll be good.

“Um I’ll deal with it, don’t worry,” I smiled at him.  He nodded and proceeded down the hallway.  I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and thank Christ Matt showed me how to work it.

“Hey I need another favor.”

After 30 minutes on the phone of pure persuasion, I finally crutch back into her room.

“Hey babes, I haven’t got much time to play today, but I hear there is going to be a bloody excellent new Peppa Pig episode on BBC this evening, so I’ve got Doctor Emerson to wake you up so you watch it!”

She nodded drowsily.  The needles usually make her extra tired, so as soon as I leave, she’ll probably fall right back to sleep.

“Love you baby, I’ll see you right before your surgery tomorrow and guess what! We’re going back to Canada next week because after you surgery, you can continue treatment there! Brilliant right?”

She smiled weakly and fell back asleep, probably not hearing half of what I said, so I’ll have to tell her tomorrow.  I crutch on out of the hospital towards my car.  This is going to be one hell of an evening.

Louis’s POV

Tonight, since we sang third, we were just hanging around backstage so we can watch Olly Murs sing since we were all massive fans of him.  It’s really weird not having Nadia back here with us because she always stays back here and gives us a hug and telling us how excellent we sang and of course, because she’s a cheeky twat, how bloody excellent we looked because she’s our stylist, well ex-stylist.  Now we have a different lady doing it for us, who I can neve remember their name, but it just isn’t the same as Nadia.  This past month has probably been the worst fucking month, but also the best month of my life.  I’ve gone on X Factor, made 5 new best friends, met celebrities and best of all started a career, but also Nadia and I’s friendship is completely shattered, I’m far away from home and well Harry and I… that’s a touchy subject.  In public and in the video diaries, we act as if nothing has changed, but I still quite haven’t forgiven him for what he said about Nadia.  I know he feels rotten about what he’s said and he’s most definitely changed since then, but he hasn’t really apologised to her yet and that to me just isn’t right.

“Ou look Dermot’s starting to say something!” excitedly said Niall.

“Now, I know you all are expecting Olly Murs! But in recent changed events, we have a new celebrity performer for this evening.  Let’s see if you recognize them shall we?”

The entire stage went completely black and the only light coming from the room was three spotlights on the judges.  A couple more seconds went by until the one spotlight came on to reveal now a new person on the stage.  The one and only Nadia Cowell.

My mouth flew open.


I refocused my vision to Nadia on the screen.  She had her crutches lying on the ground beside her, in a normal hoodie and a pair of leggings.  A playful smirk came to my face.  Of course, only Nadia would go up on stage in front of millions of people in a fucking Jack Wills jumper with just a guitar, no band, no nothing.  I wonder is Si knew about this, I thought.  It’s as if the cameraman read my mind and moved the camera towards Si, who had a very confused look on his face, so I’m guessing he didn’t.

“Erm hi,” she said into the mic, “So my three year old sister Naomi has uh cancer, and uh- she was granted three wishes by the hospital and one of them was to hear me sing in front of a crowd, so I- uh hope this crowds big enough for you love,” she chuckled and began to play her guitar.

“Sometimes we fall down, can’t get back up

We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough

How come we don’t say I love you enough

Till it’s too late, it’s not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come

And we could make a feast from these crumbs

And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun

So if your life flashed before you,

What would you wish you would’ve done”

Two more spotlights come on to reveal backup singers and a band.  Nadia looks so comfortable and well, happy.  She slides her guitar on her back and let the band take over.

“Yeah, we gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we’ve been given

If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking

If every second counts on a clock that’s ticking,” sang the backup singers.

“Gotta live like we’re dying”

“We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say,” sang the backup singers.

“Gotta live like we’re dying”

“And if your plane fell out of the skies

Who would you call with your last goodbye

Should be so careful who we let fall outta our lives

So when we long for absolution,

There’ll no one on the line, yeah”

“Yeah, we gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we’ve been given

If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking

If every second counts on a clock that’s ticking,” sang the backup singers.

“Gotta live like we’re dying”

“We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say,” sang the backup singers.

“Gotta live like we’re dying

Like we’re dying, oh, like we’re dying..

Like we’re dying, oh, like we’re dyin”

“We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say,” sang the backup singers.

“Gotta live like we’re dying

You never know a good thing till it’s gone

You never see a crash till it’s head on

Why do we think we’re right when we’re dead wrong

You never know a good thing till it’s gone”

Yeah, we gotta start

“Looking at the hands of the time we’ve been given

If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking

If every second counts on a clock that’s ticking

Gotta live like we’re dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say” sang the backup singers.

Gotta live like we’re dying

The spotlights on the band and backup singers disappeared and Nadia brought her guitar back and started playing that again.

“Like we’re dying, oh, like we’re dying..

Like we’re dying, oh, like we’re dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to

Turn it all around or to throw it all away

We gotta tell them that we love them

While we got the chance to say

Gotta live like we’re dying.”

We all just stood there, completely and utterly astonished.

 “Oh my god.”

Nadia’s POV

Oh my god, was probably the first thing that came to my mind when I finished the last note.  I can’t believe I actually did that.  I look over to the judges, to see every single one of them in tears, yes I mean every single one of them, including my dad, but standing up to give me a standing ovation.  I smile probably the biggest smile I have ever put on my face in my entire 17 years, it felt as if I had just won a billion dollars and I never want it to stop.  They all sat down and Louis was the first to speak.

“Oh my god, that was unbelievable! I’ve known you for about six years now and I had no idea you could sing, not to mention like that!” he exclaimed.

I laughed into the mic, “Yeah nobody did but my sister! She kinda egged me on to do it!”

“Well I’m sure glad she did! Incredible performance, you’ve gotten all of us in tears! I see a bright future ahead for you young lady,” he smiled at me.  I mouthed a thank you and moved my eyes towards Cheryl, who probably sobbed the hardest.

“You are probably my favorite person in this building right now!” she laughed while wiping the tears off of her cheeks, “I’ve been trying for years to get this guy here to cry and you’ve done it for me!”

I laughed, “Yeah, you got that on camera’s right?” I joked.  The crowd erupted into laughs.

“Excellent performance love, best show I’ve seen all year and look at you, you look so… real! I love that about you and if you go far, never change that.  I hope everything with your sister goes well,” she smiled at me.  I nodded at her and moved my eyes towards my dad.

 “I’m quite angry at you right now,” he laughed while I pouted at him.  “You’ve made me cry on national television and to make things worse, you didn’t even tell me you could sing!”

I laughed, “Sorry daddy,” I said sweetly.  Cheryl laughed so hard and said, “You and I need to go shopping young lady.” I winked at her and looked back to my dad.

“God that was bloody brilliant.” The crowd screamed once again.  I blew him a kiss and said thank you into the mic and headed off stage.  I was engulfed by massive amounts of people shouting how good I sang or how they had no idea I could sing so well.  I muffled a few thanks and smiled at everyone, but honestly, I just wanted to go home and call Naomi.

I saw Matt run up to me, “Hey love! Where you off too? You have to stay for the after party, common! I need a date,” he winked at me.

I gave him a hug, “Well just make sure you never leave my side and you’ve got yourself a date.”

He did a fist pump in the air, put me on his back since it would take us a lot more time since I was still on crutches and we drove back to the X Factor house.  I checked my twitter to see that I had about 200,000 more followers and I was now up to 550,000.  Score one for Nadia.  I decided to tweet all my new followers, since Matt explained me how on the way back to the house.

“Hello all you new followers! Had a great evening, hope you liked the performance. Xx”

He got out of the driver side and opened up my door for me.

I raised my eyebrows at him.  “Oh get on you cripple or we’ll be here t’ill Christmas.”

I laughed and jumped on his back.  He let a loud grunt and positioned me on his back more comfortably.  He somehow managed to open the front door to, what I thought was going to be a huge party, but only the final 16 was there.

“NADIA!” They all screamed.  Matt scoffed and put me back down on the floor and started to walk away.

“MATT, you better not leave me you prick!  I can’t move as fast as you remember!”

He sighed and stopped where he was to wait for me.  I crutched as fast as I could without managing to fall to the farthest sofa from the boys, hoping they’d leave me in peace for the night.  The “party” lasted until about 12 because the acts that didn’t make the final 10 had to leave.  For the whole night, Matt and I either “danced” around the house like 5 year olds, but really it was him carrying me on his back while I fist pumped to the music or we socialized with the other contestants.  I got lots of comments on how good my performance was, even the Belle Amie girls said a few nice things to me, which is weird because they’re usually quite rude.  Everywhere the boys were, I usually made Matt take us in the opposite direction so we wouldn’t have any encounters during the evening because honestly, talking to them would ruin my evening and I was having a damn fine one.  Matt and I got tired of running around, so we plopped back down on the sofa.  He got into an intense conversation with someone else, so I decided to check my phone.

55 missed calls.

Hm, that’s weird.  I decided to call the number back.

“Ey shit head, I need to make a phone call.   I’ll be right back.” He nodded and continued back to his conversation.  I opened the nearest room, which happened to be a bedroom (hopefully they weren’t using it at the time) and dialed the number.

“Hello?” they answered.

“Doctor Emerson?” I asked.

“Oh my god Nadia, I’ve been trying to reach you.  Something has happened to Naomi.”


He cleared his throat, “I’m so sorry Nadia.”  I start to sob.  I have never ever ever felt this find of pain before.  It was worse than when my mom died, worse than when I was in the car crash and worse than when Louis betrayed me.  It was like there were 50 tigers inside my chest, ripping and slashing everything in sight.

He sniffed his nose, which I can tell he had been crying as well.  “I’m so sorry for your lose sweet heart.  If it makes it any better, she watched you on the television and honestly, I’v never seen a person in all my years so happy. She has some things here that she left for you if you want someone to come pick them up.”  I couldn’t even find words to come out of my mouth, I opened it to speak, but all that came out was cries.  I just hung up and threw my phone at the wall.  I pressed my back up against the wall and slid down it.  I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.  All I wanted to do was die.

I sat there and cried for what seemed like a thousand years, when I heard someone walk in the door.  I wasn’t going to move for anything, they can sleep outside for all I care.  I looked up to see the intruder to find the one and only, Zayn Malik.  I had completely forgotten he had just lost his grandfather a couple weeks ago.  He looked down at me.  He didn’t say anything; he just sat down in front of me and pulled me into his arms.  I rested the weight of my face on his shoulder and cried.  After a while, I could hear him sobbing as well, but he was probably sobbing over his grandfather.  We just sat there for hours and hours, just crying in each other’s arms, but we both knew: this is the last time we would be seeing each other for a long time.

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