"Samantha!" A familiar voice whispered loudly.
"Mmm." I groaned, "Just ten more minutes."
"It's twelve in the afternoon. Wake up!" I finally realised that voice belonged to Niall. He shoved me lightly until I rolled off the bed and hit the floor.
"Fine! I'm up!" I laughed. I put my hands up in a surrender and walked into the bathroom.
Niall soon followed behind, wrapping his arms around my lower waist as I brushed my teeth.
"Today's your big day with Modest." Said Niall.
For a second I was left thinking about what he was talking about, but then I remembered and spat my toothpaste all over the mirror. Niall let out a loud laugh as I stared at the white liquid, sliding down the mirror. He quickly went into the cupboard, grabbing a spray and cloth and wiping it off.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"It's fine." He chuckled.
I spat the rest of the tooth paste into the sink and washed it down with some water. Once it all went down the drain, I thought about what Niall had said. I had completely forgotten about that, with all the Paul drama. We had just gotten back from Michael's at about one in the morning, and the second we got back, I crashed. The thought hadn't crossed my mind all day. I couldn't do it. I was too nervous and didn't have a song prepared.
I took in a deep breath, getting ready to tell Niall, when he interrupted me.
"It's okay babe. You don't have to if you don't want to. With all that's happened, it's understandable. But, if you don't do it today, you can't any other day. We're going on tour soon."
I pouted at the last sentence.
"Okay, I won't do it." That took a lot of weight off my chest.
Niall sighed and then nodded understandingly.
"Are you still going to come and watch us record?" Niall asked hopefully.
I gave him a light peck on the lips and put my hand on his chest.
"Of course." I reassured him.
He smiled and started to lick his lips, "Minty." He said, referring to how my lips tasted.
I laughed and walked out of his room and into the games room, where I was met with Shay crying over the phone. I swear, this is all I see anymore. Crying. I thought ending high school would be great, but not so far. I walked up to Shay and took a seat on next to her on the couch. I put my arm around her shoulder and started to rub circles on her back with my thumb. She looked up at me and smiled, putting her hand on mine as she continued to talk into the phone.
"Bye." She finally spoke.
The second she hung up, she turned her body so she was facing me and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I stroked her hair reassuringly, which was actually incredibly soft.
"What's wrong?" I whispered into her shoulder.
I started to feel the back of my shirt getting soggy, but I didn't mind. I knew all she needed right now was a shoulder to cry on.
She took a deep breath in and let go of the grip she had on me.
"I haven't really told you about my family... problems. Have I?" She asked, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.
She looked up and started to breathe heavily.
"Okay, so you were probably surprised when you saw my Mum, and then saw bruises up and down my arms, weren't you?"
I hesitated, not exactly knowing what to say. She was right though. Asha, her mother, was a typical business woman. She wore pants suits, got manicures, wore makeup, styled her hair.
Shay took my hesitation as a yes and continued, "Well, this all starts back when I was about six, when my Dad died, for reasons I don't exactly want to explain right now. But, although it was twelve years ago, she blames herself. The way my Dad died, sh-she could've prevented it. But she just left him when I was three. He was the love of her life. She loved him. Loves." She corrected herself, "So anyway, back to now. She is a heavy alcoholic because of that. And I think she sees too much of him in me. I don't think she wants me to turn out like him. So, she hits me. A lot. I've spoken to people before, but it's never been too serious to do anything about. And I don't want to go to some foster home or for Mum to go to jail. When she's sober, I lover her, I really, really do. And she's trying to quit. And she was actually doing quite well. But I think she's not taking the fact that I'm spending most of my nights here too easily. She doesn't want to loose me."
I wrapped Shay tightly in my arms and stroked her hair.
"Sh, it's okay." I reassured her.
Although I gone through something quite similar, I know I wouldn't be able to find the right words to make her feel happy. And, personally, I hate when people say 'I know how you feel.' Because they don't. Nobody ever knows how you feel. No matter how similar your situations are.
After an hour of trying my best to comfort Shay, we finally decided to join Louis and Niall downstairs for some brunch. I sat down next to Niall and across from Louis, looking down at my bacon and egg sandwich.
I gave Niall a kiss on the cheek and stared to eat.
"Where were you guys? Is Shay okay?" Niall whispered. I looked over to Shay and Louis who were whispering to each other too.
"She's fine." I smiled, taking a bite of my food.
There was a silence between the four of us. Not an awkward one, because we were all eating.
"So, Samantha, you're not singing with us." Louis said.
I nodded, not wanting to get into it again.
"Why? You scared?" He joked.
"Louis." Niall warned.
"What? I honestly think you have nothing to worry about. You're great. Maybe when you get there you can make up your mind."
"My mind's already made." I angrily said back, getting out of my seat and walking up the stairs.
"Nice one!" I heard Shay yell.
My pace quickened up the stairs when I heard foot steps behind me, I turned to see Louis. I turned back, but he tugged my wrist and stopped me in my tracks. We were halfway up the stairs. Louis loosened his grip, but still held on to my wrist, making sure I wouldn't walk away.
"Do you not remember what happened to me... Well, to us yesterday? My 'father' almost killed you, Shay and my brother." I tried to whisper calmly.
"Yes, of course I remember. How could I forget? I just think-."
"I don't care what you think." I interrupted. I tried to walk away for the second time, but his grip on me was too tight.
"Would you please just let me finish?" He sighed. His eyes lightened and he actually looked sorry for what had just happened. He let go of my wrist, but I stayed planted in front of him so he could explain why it mattered to him.
He looked up and smiled when he realised I hadn't left.
"You're voice, it's... it's... I don't think you realise how incredible it is." He smiled, "But I understand, and I-I'm sorry, for all of... that."
I smiled back and gave him a hug.
"It's okay." I whispered.
"Am I asleep am I awake or somewhere in between
I cant believe that you are here and lying next to me
Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined
Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine." Liam sang perfectly.
I continued to listen as the boys sang in perfect harmony together. Liam shot a small smile to a brunette girl in the room. I examined her, looking her up and down. She was definitely pretty, and looked quite familiar. I got up from my chair and sat next to her.
"Hi." I smiled.
She looked up from her cracked iPod screen and looked at me nervously. I laughed to myself and put out my hand.
"I know." She answered, but then covered her mouth as if she had said something wrong.
"What's your name?" I laughed.
"Malena. I'm Li-."
"Do you like her?" A familiar voice asked from behind us.
I turned to see Liam with a wide smile, reaching from ear-to-ear, plastered on his face. I looked between them and then realised. Malena ran up to him and gave him a hug.
"Did you like it?" Liam whispered into their hug.
"Yes. You were amazing."
"Are you guys together?!" I asked excitedly.
Before I got an answer from either of them, I ran up to Malena and gave her a hug.
"When? How? Who? Wh-?"
"I'll explain it to you later. But Niall wants you to sit in the studio so he can see you when he sings his solo."
"Okay." I smiled, "It was nice to meet you Malena."
As Malena turned away and Liam was looking at me, I brought my hand into a fist and thrust it in the air, as if to say 'well done.'
He let out a laugh and mouthed a 'thank you.'
I gave him a wink and walked back into the studio. Niall was sitting alone on a chair with a guitar, in only his trousers. He'd told me previously he'd like to feel 'free' when he recorded. I laughed a little and sat down next to one of their vocal coaches. I gave him a small smile, but he was too preoccupied with telling Niall how to sing.
I looked over the hundreds of little buttons and found myself amazed. How could this guy know what to do? How could anybody know what to do?
He gave me a look and I back off a little. I didn't want to break anything.
"You can look, but not touch." He smiled.
I nodded, but didn't return back to my previous position in front of the board.
"So, Louis told me you had quite the voice." He said.
I sighed, of course he did.
"Yeah, but-." He interrupted me by putting a finger in front of my face. He handed me a plastic file.
"If your nervous, we could make an appointment and you can sing this song, which I wrote myself." He said, sounding quite proud of himself. "You don't have to tell the other boys."
"No, really, I-."
"Just think about it." He smiled.
"Okay Niall, from the top." He spoke through the microphone.
Niall nodded and started to sing his perfect solo.
To be honest, I didn't pay too much attention. I know, it's a horrible thing to do, but I couldn't stop thinking about what this guy had just said. But I watched him the whole time, giving Niall reassuring nods as he sung. Once he finished, he gave me a wink and came into the studio.
"That was great Niall." I smiled.
I walked up to him and gave him a hug. Niall grabbed my wrist and pulled me out.
"Let's go to Starbucks with Liam and Malena."
I looked back, and the vocal coach gave me a nod.