Forced To Love

I hated him. He was loud, annoying, crazy. I didn't understand why Simon wanted us to fake date. Most likely to give the paparazzi something to talk about. But, also maybe to get me more popular in the singing business. But I didn't want to date Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Even if it was a fake relationship. The main question is; Why am I being Forced To Love?

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1. Chapter One

I smiled as Stella, my stylist, got me ready for my concert. I was performing in New York, and I was excited as ever. The concert was at Madison Square Garden! One of the most popular arenas out there! I smiled as she chose my outfit and makeup. "I'm going to make you look beautiful!" Stella said cheerily, making me smile. I've always loved Stella as if she was my sister. "Don't look at my masterpiece!" She giggled, coming over to me and wrapping a blindfold around my head. I laughed, "I'm blind!" She laughed as well, "Good!" She then got me dressed, which was incredibly difficult considering I was blindfolded. When I finally got into the outfit, she took my blindfold off. "Wa-La!" She said, smiling at me. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my dress. It was Taylor Swift inspired. It looked exactly like the black, sparkly dress that she wore to one of her concerts. "I love it!" I smiled, looking at my dress. "Good! Taylor let you borrow it!" Stella smiled. My mouth dropped, "You mean..." Stella nodded, smiling. "Yup! You're wearing the exact same dress that THE Taylor Swift wore to her concert!" She said. "Taylor is my idol! I can't believe I'm wearing her dress!" I said happily. Stella laughed, "Time for makeup!" I smiled, going over and sitting down in my makeup chair. She again, wouldn't let me look at myself until she finished my makeup. When she finally finished, I looked into the mirror. It. Was. Amazing. I had black eyeliner on, both top and bottom of my eye (tightlining). Then, a silvery shimmery eyeshadow that sparkled. It looked absolutely stunning, in my opinion. Also, a well done mascara on my eyelashes. "You're the best, Stella!" I smiled. "I know!" Stella laughed. I smiled, sitting back down in my chair, so Stella could do my hair. She worked on my hair, and I of course, had to keep my eyes closed the whole time. "Done!" She said, and I opened my eyes. I smiled again. She had curled my hair from the route of my head to the tip of my hair. I had a little braid on the side, which was pinned back with a bobby pin. I stood up, smiling. "Thank you so much, Stella. I don't know where I'd be without you." I said. She smiled, handing me my ear-piece that I have to use to perform. "Sing your heart out, Zoe." She smiled. I nodded, putting the ear-piece in my ear, and walking over to the dressing room door. I opened the door, walking over to the stage crew. They handed me my microphone, and I gladly took it. "Please welcome; Zoey Brooke!" The announcer said. They wished me good luck, and I smiled, running out onto the stage in my black, sparkly dress. "Hello Madison Square Garden!" I shouted into the microphone, earning an abrupt amount of applauses and screams from the audience. I smiled, walking out to the middle of the stage. "What shall I sing today for my lovely audience?" I asked the crowd as they shouted random songs to me. I picked the one I heard the most. "You know what?! What The Hell!" I shouted, laughing. The crowd screamed out in applauses as my song 'What The Hell' began playing. I smiled, starting to sing:

~You say that I'm messing with your head
All 'cause I was making out with your friend
Love hurts whether it's right or wrong
I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun

You're on your knees
Begging please
Stay with me
But honestly I just need to be a little crazy

All my life I've been good but now
I'm thinking, what the hell?
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about

If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now
Whoa, what the hell?

What
What
What
What the hell?

So what if I go out on a million dates?
You never call or listen to me anyway
I rather rage than sit around and wait all day
Don't get me wrong, I just need some time to play

You're on your knees
Begging please
Stay with me
But honestly I just need to be a little crazy

All my life I've been good but now
I'm thinking, what the hell?
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about

If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now
Whoa, what the hell?

(La, la, la, la, la...)

You say that I'm messing with your head
Boy, I like messing in your bed
Yeah, I am messing with your head
When I'm messing with you in bed

All my life I've been good but now
I'm thinking, what the hell?
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about

All my life I've been good but now
I'm thinking, what the hell?
All I want is to mess around
And I don't really care about

If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now
Whoa, what the hell? ~

I smiled as I finished, breathing heavily from all the jumping around I was doing. The crowd applauded, and I smiled bigger.

I sang a few more songs before half-time, which is when I take a break from singing and answer some fan's tweets up on the big screen above the stage. "Okay, who's first?" I smiled, as one of the tweets popped up on the screen. "@Brookie4Life: Where did you get your dress? It's stunning!" I smiled, after reading the tweet. My fans are called 'Brookies', by the way. "Well, any Taylor Swift fans here?" I asked, smiling, and the crowd screamed in applause. "Well, this is her dress! She let me borrow it for tonight's show!" I smiled, earning even more applauses from the crowd. I then answered more fans questions, and afterwards, I started singing again. Honestly, this was one of the best concerts I've ever performed for. When I finished, I was beyond tired. I shouted goodnight into the microphone, exiting my way off the stage. I took out my ear-piece and gave the stage crew back my microphone. "Zoey! There's someone here to talk to you!" Stella said to me. Confused, I followed her to one of the empty dressing rooms. When I walked in, I saw Simon Cowell sitting at one of the desks. I wonder what this is about?...
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