Second Chances

*One Direction Fan-fiction*: ~Sequel to Taken~ Katie's back, and in her opinion, better than ever. Now, after escaping from One Direction, who previously kidnapped her merely to 'protect' her, she is living with a new friend, Emma Harmon. Emma and her boyfriend, Daniel Boardman, had helped Katie escape, and get her back on her feet. Now, Katie has new challenges to face, but they are definitely not what she was expected. Though she tries to be defiant and strong-willed, will her past finally get to her? All she's trying to do is live in the present, but how is that possible when her past keeps knocking on her door? (It's recommended to read Taken first, because this story continues from it.)

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3. Big Chances

  "No, I can't take one more step towards you,
'cause all that's waiting is regret.
And don't you know I'm not your, ghost anymore.
You lost the love
I loved the most.
  I learned to live, half alive,
and now you want me one more time.
  And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars,
collecting your jar of hearts,
and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
from the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?
  I hear you're asking all around,
if I am anywhere to be found.
But I have grown too strong,
to ever fall back in your arms.
  I've learned to live, half-alive,
and now you want me one more time.
  And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars,
collecting your jar of hearts,
and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
from the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?
  Dear, it took so long just to feel alright.
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes.
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed,
'cause you broke all your promises.
  And now you're back,
you don't get to get me back.
  And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars,
collecting your jar of hearts,
and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
from the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me,
don't come back at all.
  And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars,
collecting your jar of hearts,
and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
from the ice inside your soul.
Don't come back for me,
don't come back at all.
  Who do you think you are?
  Who do you think you are?
  Who do you think you are?"

 

  The room is left in silence as I finish the song, feeling actually quite proud. My vocals are really good on that song, probably because I'm able to put so much emotion into it. 
  "That was lovely, Miss Walters. Quite beautiful, actually. You've got natural talent. Did you ever take vocal lessons when you were younger?" he asks, and I'm still unaware of his name.
  I almost laugh at his question, but I hold in. I never actually got to take any lessons such as that, merely because my parents didn't support me in any way, so of course I didn't take lessons. Of course this man wouldn't know that though, so I let it slide. For some reason, he feels eerily familiar, but I can't place my finger on where I've heard of or seen him before. It's slightly baffling, actually. 
  "No, I've never got the chance to take lessons," I say instead, being polite.
  "That's a right shame. Seems as though you don't really need them though, as you weren't flat or sharp in any places in the song that most people accidentally are. It was absolutely wonderful, and I see no reason not to hire you," he informs me, and my eyes slowly widen in shock at the meaning of his words.
  I actually made it; my dreams are in reach. Suddenly, I feel a bit overwhelmed at the possible thought of becoming famous, so I throw on a smile.
  "So, what does this mean?" I ask hesitantly.
  "It means I'm hiring you! You've got talent, and I can't let that be wasted, so I'll turn you into the next big thing. I really think you could be it," he flaunts, his British accent heavy as my mind tries to remove his name from the tip of my tongue, because I swear I know him from somewhere, I'm just not sure how. 
  "But, I won't be famous immediately right?" I ask tentatively, slightly afraid of how quickly this is progressing.
  Yes, it's what I want, but I don't want it to happen all at once. I'm afraid that without time, I could last for about fifteen in the light of fame. I think these kinds of things take time to turn into something great.
  "Of course, if that's what you want. We could first work on some cover albums, where you sing other people's music, and release that until people know you, while we're working on some original music," I nod, liking this idea.
  This is all so new to me, so I'm glad I have someone to guide me, otherwise I'd be lost in a world I know nothing about, which would be the music industry. I haven't exactly been able to learn about this stuff. In New York, I struggled to get by with my medium-pay job at that restaurant, and now, I'm not sure what happens to people like who I'll soon be. I understand they earn a lot of money, but I'm also pretty sure it doesn't start that way. I want to take it slowly though, so I can see if it really is what I've been dreaming. Honestly, I feel like there's a gap within me, and it's been there since Ellie died. 
  "That sounds perfect," I say, genuinely smiling at the man.
  "Alright, we're onto the next step then. I have a bit of paperwork for you to fill out, and then you're free to go for the day. I want you here at nine o'clock sharp tomorrow so we can get started on some recording. In the next week, my other clients will be sharing the studio with you, but they're very nice, and I'm sure that you can get along. You could probably teach each other some things. There's something in your voice that I just can't pinpoint, but it makes it really lovely. Anyway, here are the papers, and you can just fill them out and leave them at the front desk. They'll know what to do with them, alright love?" he instructs, smiling reassuringly at me. 
  "Alright, that sounds fine. Thank you so much, and I guess I ll see you tomorrow," I reply, standing with a small smile while I take the papers from him and exit the room, retracing the way Emma and I got here to find myself back in the lobby.
  It's not quite as busy, so maybe that was some sort of rush-hour we went through upon arriving. That's just the sort of lick I have, I guess. Either way, I'm here now, and currently filling out the paperwork for something I never thought would be achievable for me. 
  The paperwork is pretty standard, like almost any other job application, though it asks some slightly different questions, though I answer them all with ease. Luckily, as I'm a legal adult here, and in the past year Emma helped me become a legalized citizen, it doesn't ask any questions about my former family. I'm grateful for that, as I'm not proud of them. Honestly, the questions aren't too personal, making them really easy to fill out. Luckily I have my purse with me, because it does ask for some medical information and things like that, but it's still easily taken care of. 
  While I've been filling out the paperwork, I've been thinking about what the man, my new boss I guess, said. When he said there was something special in my voice, I think it was my emotion. I know for a fact that bringing emotion into a song can really send it home, and it really does make it sound beautiful. I guess it might also be that mixed with my pitch range, which allows for me to hit every note the way I'm supposed to. Or something like that, right?
  One way or another, he liked my voice. That is a very good thing for me. This is my big break, my big chance, and I'm overjoyed to be able to take advantage of it. 
  As I finish the small stack of papers, I walk up to the front desk, handing them to a young women who takes them with a bright, almost congratulating smile. 
  "Have a great day!" she chirps as I turn to leave.
  "You too!" I say over my shoulder as I walk out of the building, spotting Emma's waiting car next to the curb.
  I make my way to it swiftly, dodging between people out and about like myself. I open the passenger door and plop myself onto the seat beside Emma, the huge smile plastered on my face mirrored on hers.
  "How did it go?" she questions the second I shut my door.
  "It went perfectly fine," I answer with a small laugh at her eagerness. 
  "So he hired you?" she asks, and smile, turning my sarcasm mode on.
  "No, of course not! That's why I'm so happy!" I say, smirking at her.
  She rolls her eyes and hits my shoulder playfully, before pulling out onto the road.
  "See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about. He couldn't say no to you," she states, acting superior at the fact that she was right.
  "Yeah, yeah, I get it Em. You were right, I was wrong. There's a first time for everything, right?" I laugh, earning another swat on the shoulder from her.
  She tries to hide the smile playing on her lips to seem seriously offended, but just like always with her, it doesn't work and she bursts out laughing.
  "Still, I'm happy for you. Even if you are being a smart ass," she replies, being cheeky herself.
  Now it's my turn to roll my eyes, which I do, though I don't get to playfully smack her, as she's driving, and that could be dangerous. I want to though, I really do. 
  "Well, you love me anyway, so get used to it," I reply with a smirk.
  "Yeah, whatever," she mutters, though her eyes sparkle in amusement.
  "Anyway, what's your manager's name? You never told me, and I think he just assumed you did, because he didn't tell me himself, nor did he have a name tag. I swear I know him from somewhere though, I'm just not sure where. Normally, with my photographic memory, I don't forget people, but I guess maybe I didn't catch his name, and only his face," I ramble slightly, stopping before I continue aimlessly.
  "Really? I'm not surprised you don't recognise him; he's Simon Cowell!" she exclaims, but as she does, the name registers in my mind, and I freeze.
  "What?" I gasp, my eyebrows knitting together.
  "He's Simon Cowell," she reiterates,  obviously not understanding my sudden fear.
  "You mean, the manager of One Direction?" I force out, closing my eyes tightly and taking a deep breath.
  "Alright Katie, I know. But I promise they can't do anything to you again. Especially if you're there! Plus, becoming famous means acquiring protection, so they can't hurt or take you again. You're safe Katie, I promise. I doubt you'll even see them there anyway," she states, attempting to reassure me, hearing the fear laced in my voice.
  "Actually, I'm probably going to be working with them in the next couple days. I didn't think much if it when he said it, but he said I'd be sharing the studio in the next couple days with some of his other clients, and I could work with them. How many group artists does he manage? Not many, I'd think, so I have a tremendous feeling it's them," I inform her, sighing deeply and leaning my head against the window.
  "I'm sorry Katie, I didn't know, I promise. If it helps, I actually don't have work for the rest of the week, as we finished the shoot today. If you'd like, I could be there with you, to help you through it. You can't give up on your dream, not like this. I promise they can't do anything more to you, okay?" she tries, and I'm grateful for a friend like her.
  "Yes, it would be amazing to have you there. I think the key to get through it is to pretend I've never met them, or have any interest in them at all. I'll be nice to them when Simon's around, but when he's not, I just won't speak to them. You're right anyway; they can't do anything to me in a place like that. There are camera's everywhere, and they wouldn't risk their careers or fame," I say, calming down.
  "It'll be fine," Emma says, keeping up the reassuring card. 
  "Yeah, yeah. All I can say is that this next week is going to be quite interesting, to say the least. But as long as I get through it, I should have nothing to worry about, right?" I say, thinking aloud.
  "Right," Emma adds, confirming my thoughts.
  Well, it looks like this next week is going to be very, very interesting. 

   ~Well, there it is! The much requested chapter 3! Sorry it's a bit short my loves, but it's sort of a filler chapter. The next chapter will be a big point in the plot line, I think, and you'll be happy to know that it's already in the writings! I have about a fifth of it completed already, which is progress! Yay! So aside from that, I really hope you like this chapter! Homework to earn the next chapter is three more comments, as those don't really appear to be much of a problem, and two more likes! To be honest though, if I have the chapter done, and say I only got one of the like, but more than three comments from different people (;3) then I will upload anyways! And even though I love getting the comments that say 'Please update' or 'Love it!', I really want some detailed feedback from you guys, like what you think so far and who you like and don't like. Also, seriously, I'd really love some shipping names for Katie and the boys'! It'd be much appreciated, just like every other comment, like, and favourite! Apart from that, thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and I love you all! <3

  ~ss_lover xx

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