MSPA (Completed)

Nobody really knew me. I didn't speak that much. But it all changed when I auditioned for the MSPA. I had a dream that had kept me going. A dream to be the best songwriter in the world. It kept me going. Made me stay by my foster parents. It made me survive all the things my foster parents had ever did to me and all the things they were about to do. I was broken... And the people who surrounded me had to fix me...


5. Chapter 4


Hi everybody! I want to thank you for reading, liking and favoriting (If it isn't a word, it is from now on) my story. It means a lot to me. Also I think i forgot to explain what free-running is. It is like dancing, but than running with flips and jumps and stuff like that. So now you know that I'll continue the story. Hope you like it! 



I spin around facing them. Taking a deep breathe and say:

"Would you like staying at my house? You could spent the night there, so we could get to know each other better. But don't expect to much of breakfast, because like I said, I suck at cooking." The boys looked at each other and shrug their shoulders. Together we walk to my house that was close to the park. It wasn't big, but for me it feels like home. I stop in front of the apartment building and walk in. The 6 of us walk to the elevator. Like I told I'm scared of elevators.

"I'm not going in there ya know. Not doing that." The lads don't know I'm scared of elevators. They don't know a lot about me I realize. We start walking the 5 stairs to my apartment. Looking for my key I notice that it isn't in my pocket. Why do I keep forgetting my keys? A deep sigh escapes my mouth. That means balcony jumping again. Not that I mind doing that. Guess, you get used to it after a while, but I must confess that the height is freaking me out. While I knock on the neighbors door, I look again. Yup, now I'm sure no keys in my pockets. Sacha opens the door. Sacha is really pretty. That's what you have to be when you're a model. She has blonde wavy hair and big blue eyes. 

"Let me guess, forgot your key again." I nod and walk in. Sacha opens the balcony door and stands back.

"You could get killed by doing that, you know that right? What'll will happen if you forget your keys and I'm not home? You ain't jumping from the balcony above yours, That's way to dangerous." Again I just nod, I don't know what will happen then.

"Thanks for dong this for me. I really appreciate it." I stand back, run to the edge, place my hands on the frame, make a salto and land on my feet on my own balcony. And all that time I think: don't look down, do not look down. My balcony door is always open since I'm the only one crazy enough to jump from balcony to balcony on the 5th floor of a building. Inside I take my keys from the table and open the front door for the boys.

"How did you do that?" Liam asks when I open the door. I think he is the most mature one. Not sure about that. 

"Well, I jumped from Sacha's balcony, Sacha is the neighbors name, to my balcony, opened the door walked in and opened this door. Come in by the way." I say like it's nothing big. Probably because it isn't something that big for me. Liam's eyes turn big, just like that of the other boys. Now I was sure, Liam was the mature one. 

"You jumped from balcony to balcony on the 5th floor and you say it like it's no biggie?!" He yells/asks me. I shrug my shoulders and walk towards the kitchen to grab something to drink. My kitchen is small, just like most of my house. It has white cabinets, a white/brown table whit some some chairs and other stuff what you have in a kitchen. When I open the fridge I see there is nothing in there.

My kitchen:

"Uhm, I only have water, because there is nothing in my fridge. Sorry. Tomorrow I need to get up at 8 and go to school. You can stay here or leave." I say from the kitchen while I fill 6 glasses with water. I take a glass and since the side is wet it slips out of my hand. It falls on the ground and breaks to pieces. 

"Firetruck! Seriously? That was my favorite glass." I hear some chuckles coming from my living room and from behind me. A pair of hands help me clean up the mess I created. It is Louis who helps me. When we walk in the living room everybody looks at me. Slowly I look down a little insecure. Right, white see trough t-shirt.

My living room:


My living room has cream walls, a lot of pictures on the walls and my furniture is in white and light blue tints. 

"I'm just gonna change into something else." This is a kinda awkward situation. I walk in my bedroom put on a sweatshirt and grab my songbook. I have this song stuck inside of my head and it doesn't wants to get out. It goes something like this:

(Originally it is from the TV series Austin&Ally, but let's pretend Camile wrote it. The song is called 'Don't look down')

Yeah, whoa 

I’m walking on a thin line
And my hands are tied
Got nowhere to hide
I’m standing at a crossroads
Don’t know where to go
Feeling so exposed

Yeah I'm caught
In between
Where I'm going and where I've been
But no,
There's no turning back 


It’s like I’m balanced on the edge,
It’s like I’m hanging by a thread,
But I’m still gonna push ahead
So I tell myself
Yeah, I tell myself 

Don’t look down, down, down, down
Don’t look down, down, down, down
Don’t look down, down, down, down
Don’t look down, down, down, down 

It’d be so easy
Just to run
It’d be so easy
To just give up 

But I'm not that girl who gonna turn my back
There’s no turning back 

No turning back 

It’s like I’m balanced on the edge 

It’s like I’m hanging by a thread 

But I’m still gonna push ahead
So I tell myself
Yeah I tell myself

Don’t look down, down, down, down
Don’t look down, down, down, down 

Don’t look down, down, down, down
(Don't look down! Don't look down!)
Don’t look down, down, down, down!

My bedroom:

My bedroom has light grey walls, a closet, bed, some boards with cd's, books, stereo and a bureau in it. It doesn't have more space. Without noticing I sing it the song that is stuck in my head and now on paper on my way back to the living room. I hear someone clapping. The boys are clapping with an amazed look on their face. 

"Did you wrote that? I get now why uncle Si said you would be our songwriter. You're amazing." It is Zayn who says it. I start to blush, people don't give me compliments very often. 

"Thank you." I accept the compliment and sit down on the couch with my book in my hands. Harry reaches out to my book, but I slap his hand away with the words:

"Don't touch my book." I give him a glare. 

"Well, since we didn't play 20 questions in the park why don't we play it now?" I ask. They agree, so we start playing...


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Lots of Love 

Xx Lotte

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