Say Something

Become a famous singer? Check. Go on tour? Check. Fall for a pop star? Not so sure that was on the list. Mya Briones only went to that audition to follow her dream. She never meant to fall for him, but she finds it hard when he's right there. The whole way through. Is she the only one feeling this way? She can't tell anyone, because in the end... He's still her best friend...

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1. Some Big Band...

         Mya's POV:

"Mom! Mom! Hurry up Mom we're gonna be late!" I looked up desperately at my mom, trying to get her to understand. She sighed, " Mya we're not going to be late this time, I promise." My eyes went wide. "You promise?!?" I asked bewildered. She smiled proudly and nodded her head. "Mom," I was getting impatient. "Last time you 'promised' we weren't going to be late we ended up with two flat tires, and we were three hours late to the party."

"Honey, it will be fine. I got a GPS!" She was so proud of herself. "Okay, thank you mom for being prepared. I love you dearest." "Yes I know. Now get in the car we don't want to be late do we?" She asked me. "No, no we do not." I replied, in the fakest British accent ever.

~40 Minutes Later~

Thirty five minutes ago we got stopped on the freeway. We're still in the same spot. "Mom. What is going on? Why are all the cars stopped?" I looked at her, hoping she knew something. "Honestly Mya, I have no idea whatsoever on what is going on here. I mean what could've been so bad that the freeway was backed up for thirty five minutes!" She looked at the quiet radio and turned it on.

The announcer was saying something about a huge accident. 'Okay folks here's the NEWS OF THE DAY and it's not necessarily good today... If you're on Interstate 47 then you are stopped.' I threw my hands up in the air, "Of course we are idiot! Get on with it!" 'You are stopped because there was a five car crash!' My mom gasped, "I hope everybody's okay!" 'It involved two eighteen wheelers, a minivan, a Porsche, and a Ford F-150. The crash happened on the exit in front of the X-Factor audition studios.' My mother immediately turned of the radio. "Why'd you turn off the radio we need to hear the rest of the story!" "No we don't Mya, we need to get to your audition." "Well yeah that's why we need to hear the rest of the sto-... My audition's at the X-Factor Audition Studios, isn't it?" She nodded.

I don't know what came over me that moment. All I know is that I was unbuckling my seatbelt, opening the door, and I was out running. I ran through the hoard of parked cars and trucks, some honking at me on the way. I didn't care though, I had to get to the audition. The building was big enough to see once I started to run and I knew it was going to take me a good twenty minutes. I ran faster my arms pumping, feeling the adrenaline rush when my side started to ache, but I didn't care. The thing I did care about though, was the rain. Around halfway through my 'run' it started to rain. A light drizzle at first, but now it's pouring. I saw the building clearer now, up ahead. As I ran to up to it I didn't know where the front was. So, I just ran up to the nearest door and yanked it open.

As I burst through the heavy door I saw 6 people sitting at a long plastic table. The first boy looked around 18, and had a mop of brown curls and green eyes. Next to him sat a man older than all of them, Simon Cowell! That's who it was. Next was a boy clean cut hair, and caramel eyes. The next boy had a mess of floppy brown hair, and aqua eyes. The fifth boy who looked around 20, had an arrow tattoo and the darkest eyes you've ever seen. The final boy looked young but I knew he was older than me. He had fluffy blonde hair, and the most beautiful eyes. I couldn't use one color to describe them. A mixture of various blues and greens rimmed with dark blue. To them I probably looked like a loon. A wide-eyed 14 year old, with frizzed hair, a loon! "Hello, I'm Mya Briones here for the audition..."

Niall's POV:

"Hello, I'm Mya Briones here for the audition..." She had just burst in looking a bit wacky. However, now that she wasn't shaking so badly she was actually quite pretty. She looked around 14 or 15, way too young for me. She finally stopped breathing heavily, and by then I knew she could sing just by the way she talked. Don't ask me how, I just knew.

"Okay, I see you here." Simon spoke. "What will you be singing for us today?" She replied quickly, "One Way or Another by-" "Us!" Harry cut her off. "By Blondie?" I tried. "Yes exactly them." "Okay whenever you're ready babe." Liam who was usually quiet spoke. She just came right out and started to sing.

"One way or another I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha

One way or another I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha

I will drive past your house

And if the lights are all down

I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha

One way or another I'm gonna win ya

I'll getcha, I'll getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha

And if the lights are all out

I'll follow your bus downtown

See who's hanging out

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya

I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another

I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya

I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya

I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall

Stand over by the wall

Where I can see it all

Find out who ya call

Lead you to the supermarket checkout

Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha

(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha

(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha

(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call)"

She finished and I was amazed. She was great, "I want her to open up for us on tour." I whispered to Simon. "She's pretty." Harry said in a daze. "No. Absolutely no she's pretty Harry. She's fifteen!" Simon whisper yelled. "Okay okay, but she did have an amazing voice." He pointed out. Yes! 2 votes for her! "I want her on tour with us too," Zayn started, "She has an amazing voice, and she seemed to work really hard to get here." He showed us his phone, which had a picture of a five car crash right in front of the studios. "She must've run here, from who knows where! I want her in!" Liam exclaimed. "Okay Simon, Louis what do you think?" I asked. "Yeah, she seems really fun too, based on her hair choice." Louis added. "Louis!" Simon laughed. "And she has a good voice..." "Okay Uncle Si... Whadd'ya say?" Harry asked. "Well, she does have a good voice. But with her age and you guys' don't you think the paps will think it's a bit fishy?" He did have a point but she was really good. "Well we could get the OK from her parents, then as long as she keeps her voice amazin' and we have separate dressin' rooms everythin' will be good?" Zayn tried. "Okay okay. She's got the job." Simon sighed.

'Ahem' she coughed trying to get our attention. Our eyes turned to her and I told her. "You've done it! You've got the job!" "Really?" She wasn't so sure of me. "Yes really you're an amazing singer and we all agree!" I looked at the boys and we all ran to her and gave her a hug. Me being the first, Harry at a close second.

Simon looked at her suspiciously. "Where are your parents?" "Oh yes!" She seemed to remember something. She pulled out a white iPhone with a light blue case that said, 'Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind.' I liked her phone case it was cute.

Mya's POV:

I pulled out my phone and dialed my mom. "Mya! Where are you are you okay!" I laughed. "Yes mom in fine. I got the job I'm opening on a world tour!" She spoke, her voice raspy like she had been crying. "Good for you. But I have no way to get to you." "Oh man. Hold on let me ask." I asked the boys and the boy with the curly hair, now known as Harry said I could hang out with them until my mom could get here. "They said I could hang here until you could get here." My voice was hopeful, I really wanted to get to know the blonde one. "Okaya Mya I'll be there as soon as possible." With that she hung up.

"So what do we do know?" I asked. "Truth or dare!" Floppy hair exclaimed. "I love that game! But first can I get your names?..."

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