Guitars & Tattoos

When nineteen year old Singer/Songwriter Scarlett gets invited to be the support act for One Direction on their tour this summer... she doesn't think her world could get any better. But will Scar find more on tour with the five boys than just a record deal?


6. Hallelujah

Scar's POV

"When's the first show?" Louis asks Chase as we all gather in the recording studio. 
"Tomorrow night," He replies, typing an email to someone on the laptop resting on his lap.
"So we have tonight free?" Liam adds, hope in his tone.
"Yep," He nods, popping the 'p'. The boys all grin and start chatting excitedly, but dissapointment churns through me. They were all going to be out and busy, whilst I would be stuck in the hotel room alone and bored.
"You can come with us," Louis whispers, breath hot on my cheek, as though he read my mind. I chew on my lip and shrug.
"I wouldn't want to ruin what you guys have planned," I say quietly. Louis shakes his head at me.
"Of course you wouldn't. I want you to come. Please?" He sticks out a hand for me. I hesistate before taking it. We shake hands and I go to pull away but he holds onto my hand a little longer; carressing my fingers. Chase claps his hands, dragging me from Louis' captavating gaze. 
"Right, let's get practising." 

"Perfect, thanks boys." Chase says, taking off his headphones as the boys all file out of the booth.
"Your turn, Scar." Niall smiles at me, motioning at the door.
"What? Me?" I ask, stunned.
"Of course," Harry says, dragging me by the hand towards the door. He nudges me inside and shuts it behind me. I look through the glass at everyone; Louis meeting my eyes and smiling encouragingly. I gingerly sit down on the stool and place the headphones over my ears.
"The piano's over there," Liam says through the microphone; pointing to the far wall of the small room. I spin on the stool and see it there; resting elegantly against the wall. I walk over and sit down infront of it; fingers bouncing lightly over the keys.
"Whenever you're ready, Scar." Chase says and I nod, chewing on my lip before finding the right notes.
"In the darkness,
When it comes for me.
I will find my reflection,
of what I am.
Of what I've become.
I'll hate it and I'll scream,
kick it until it falls.
Falls to the ground,
splitting up my face.

But what if I can't find it?
What if I can't see?
What if all this time,
I've not being seeing me?" 
Shyly, I pull back my fingers and look down at them; heart racing. I turn to see all of the boys clapping behind the glass. Louis grins at me; giving me a thumbs up. With my heart still pounding I stand up from the piano and walk over to the door; pushing it open and stepping out.
"You have to do that tomorrow night," Niall says, grinning from ear to ear. I shake my head and tuck my hair behind my ear.
"It's not finished yet," I tell him.
"Hurry up and finish it then, I love it." Chase says enthusiastically, standing up and turning something on the mixing board. 
"Boys, get in there." Chase points to the door and slowly they all file back in, taking sips from water bottles.
"And you," He adds, eyes trailing back to the mixing board as the boys put their headphones on and re-arrange the mics. 
"Me?" I ask again, confused.
"Go." He says simply, flicking his wrist. I head inside; Louis smiling at me and tapping the empty chair beside him. I take a seat; placing the headphones over my ears again.
"What about Hallelujah?" Zayn suggests, his voice muffled by the headphones. Chase holds his thumbs up and Niall hands me a guitar. I smile and take it, watching as he picks his own up.
"Do you know it?" He asks from next to Louis and I nod.
"If you play with the cappo then it'll sound better," He says, handing one to me with a smile. I smile back and take it; fixing it into place on the fifth fret. 
"One, two, three, four." Niall says, beginning to play. I join in; fingerpicking over the top. 
"Well I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the lord." Harry sings, voice raspy and low.
"But you don't really care for music do ya?" I harmonise with him, my voice light on top of his.
"Well it goes like this," Zayn sings next.
"The fourth the fifth," All of us sing, voices meshing like mine and Niall's guitars.
"The minor fall and the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah." Zayn finishes, voice smooth. 
"Hallelujah," I sing, closing my eyes as the words bend through me.
"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah." I continue and open my eyes, to find Louis smiling at me.


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