The Words I Sing

Cait has traveled around the world with her Dad, who manages famous artists. She's met Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift- anybody who's anyone in the music business. When her Dad starts managing One Direction, she's thrilled to not stick around and spend all her time sulking in her bus with a notebook and a pen, maybe send a few autographs to Ruby back home. When Niall realizes all Cait thinks that music doesn't matter to the boys in One Direction, he is determined to make her realize their music means the world to him.
Cait is surprised Niall figured out how to communicate with her so that she will respect him- through his music.

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1. Game On

"Cait, come on out," Dad said, slamming his hand onto the tour bus a few times. "There's some nice boys I want you to meet." I sighed, closing my notebook.

"Coming!" I called. I opened the door, and faced my father and the boys. 

"Caitlin, this is Niall, Harry, Liam, Zayn, and Louis." I smiled and shook each of their hands. 

"Hi, I'm Cait." 

"Cait, sweetie, why don't you tell them what your hobbies are!" he smiled. He wanted me to say music, the thing I was good at. But instead, I said what I was best at. 

"Watching movies and eating pizza," I said, tilting my head to the side and smiling fakely. 

"Which," I said, glancing at my wrist, which was absent of a watch, "I'm late for. Talk to y'all later." I climbed back into the tour bus, and I could hear Dad mumbling apologies. 

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I was lying on the couch, lucky pen and notebook on my lap. I was wearing my bleached shorts, two dollar flip flops, and a neon orange sport bra. I picked up my guitar to try out a chord, but someone started knocking. Figuring it was Dad, I unlocked the door and went back to the sofa. 

"Hey, Dad, is there any place decent to get food here? I'm starving," I said, plucking a few strings, strumming out a melody and matching it with my lyrics as he thought. 

"Dad?" I said, looking up. It definitely wasn't my  dad watching me play guitar and sing in my sport bra. It was Niall Horan. 

"Sorry!" he said. 

"It's fine," I lied, scrambling up. "But really, you should leave."

"I get that. It's Cait right?" 

"It's actually time for you to go," I said. 

"What? Do you not like me?" 

"Bingo," I said cheerfully. "Well, and also, I'm half naked." 

"Why don't you like me?" he said, his accent remarkably strong. 

"Don't take it personally. I don't like lots of people." 

"I'm a nice guy, I promise," he smiled. 

"I'm sure you are, Ken," I snapped. 

"Ken? Like the doll? You think I'm fake?" 

"Winner winner, chicken dinner. Which I'd really like to find right now so if you don't mind-"

"I'm not fake," he blurted.

"Don't take it personally, darling. I think lots of people are fake." I put on a tank top and swung out of the bus. 

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I sat in the lobby of the hotel, eating a pizza I'd ordered, reading Romeo and Juliet for the 3085084 th time. 

"Is that good?" an accented voice asked. 

"The book or the pizza?" I said, looking up. 

"Both, now that you mention it." It was Niall, smiling at me. 

"Is this seat taken?" he said. 

"Yup. My boyfriend's going to be here in a few minutes," I said. 

"You have a boyfriend?" 

"Nope." He laughed and sat down. 

"I was hoping... now that you're fully clothed and all... that we could talk."

"Sweetie I have nothing to say to you." 

"I have lots to say to you," he said. "Like... I loved your singing on the bus. I still remember the words... 'Letting go, hope you don't know, this isn't real, it's not what I feel,'" 

"Lost in time no one to blame, I'd ditch the lights I'd ditch the fame," I finished for him. "A song I wrote. About real people." 

"Here we go again... I'm not fake, Cait. I've got dislikes and hobbies. I care about people. I give people chances and chances and chances. I'd like you to give me a chance. Can I prove to you I'm real?" 

"Challenge accepted." 

"Also, I think you're beautiful." 

"Really?" I said. "Thanks," I smiled. 

"Oh, don't take it personally darling... I think lots of people are beautiful." 

"Game on, Niall Horan. Game. On." 

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