My celebrity crush

Hi, my name is Perrie Edwards. I'm 17. I play guitar and sing at the Starbucks on Huntwall Avenue. When I turn 18 I'm quickly moving out of my parents house and moving to New York. That's my dream. To live in New York and be a singer. What happens when I meet my celebrity crush in New York? Will we fall in love or will we fall apart.

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8. Chapter 7

 Perrie's POV

 

I hadn't left home yet. Only because Demi's concert was around 3 days from now. She texted me everyday. It was great and we had a lot in common.  Alex had called me saying that he couldn't  move with me to New York because of his boyfriend. I understood. I was really happy for him. I went to Starbucks today. Alex greeted me, saying how sorry he was that he couldn't move with me to New York but I was alright with it. He got me my normal drink. As usual I waited for more people to come before I grabbed my guitar and started playing it.

 

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no

What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
(Oh glad you're okay now)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(Oh I'm glad you're okay)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no   I smiled as everyone clapped and came up to me, requesting songs. This old couple came up, asking me a song. I sang it and as I did they started slow dancing in the corner. Everyone was watching them, not making faces, but as if they were doing something that they had always wanted. I also wished that one day I could marry someone, and grow old with them. When the song finished they came up and thanked me. They told me that it was their anniversary. I bought them each a coffee. They were really sweet. Throughout the rest of the day I just sang. Occasionally having to sign autographs. Even if I wasn't famous. This was the last day I would be playing at this Starbucks. Tomorrow I had the day off, The day after I had to pack, and the day after that I had to go to the concert. I was excited. I had to leave the morning after the concert. Alex promised me that he would be the one to drive me to the airport. I had made my announcement that that was the last day I would be here, and some people started hugging me, saying they would miss me. These were the people whom were here everyday and would almost always request a song. At the end of the day I left. I was tired. I got home and changed into my pajamas. I went to bed and slowly drifted off into sleep.     A/N    I REALLY NEED 3 PEOPLE TO BE HER BANDMATES!!!!!! COMMENT, NAME HAIR COLOR EYE COLOR       DONT FORGET TO READ, "DIARY TOLD FROM REALITY" AND "ITS NOT ABOUT YOU ANYMORE"   I am coauthor of "Diary told from reality" And I am the author of "It's not about you anymore"   SORRY ABOUT THE SHORT CHAPTER. WILL UPDATE SOON.  
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