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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5. Strategy

  "Alright," I reply, slightly taken aback by his eagerness. 
  I guess maybe they're trying to make this hopefully as un-awkward as possible, which can be really helpful, if I'm being honest. I really want to do this, even if it means cooperating with them. At least they're helping at all, which is definitely something I need. Just because I don't particularly like them, I'd doesn't mean they aren't good singers. If they weren't, they wouldn't be as famous as they are. That being said, I guess getting some tips from them could be helpful... as long as I put it behind me who's giving me them.
  "So I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing that you're starting off with covers? Unless you have something original to record, that is," Liam begins, walking towards the panel of buttons with Zayn and pressing a few that appear to turn it on.
  "That's the plan," I reply cheekily, at which point Emma rolls her eyes and elbows me.
  "She's lovely at Demi Lovato," she supplies, which is true, but I didn't really think they needed to know that.
  "Is that so? Alright, we can start with that. Simon told us we'd be recording with you all week like this, so we only have to work on a few things today to get it down. which song do you thing you're most prevalent at?" Harry asks, smiling at the revelation.
  I glare at Emma, but before I can stop her she feeds them another piece of information and then smiles innocently at me, though her eyes are filled with amusement.
  "Something The We're Not," she supplies yet again.
  I'll admit though, she's right. It's most likely because it suits my vocals, as well as I can put emotion into the song as I feel like it slightly resembles me and David, though obviously the boy Demi was singing about didn't do the same things to her as David did to me. Still, he does seem to think we're something that were not.
  "Perfect, we'll start there," Liam says casually, though it seems like they're almost eager to hear me sing.
  I start to feel a bit self-conscious, but then backtrack from the feeling, discarding it from my head almost as quickly as it arrived. I've speculated more than enough times about what this opportunity could mean for me, and being the stubborn and persistent girl I am, I'm not about to give that up due to a bit of fear of singing in front of others and making a fool of myself.
  "Okay," I readily reply, deciding to go with the flow and hold on to my confidence as long as it lasts.
  "So, Simon spoke with us about some partner works, which is us singing together, but he also wanted some individual works recorded as well. I think our best bet would be for you to just start singing, and then we can see how it goes from there," Liam advises, nodding for me to enter the recording booth. 
  Emma doesn't follow, knowing that her place is more likely out here, as she won't be singing. It appears they won't be able to hear me out there unless they're wearing one of the many visible headsets attached to the panel of buttons at which Zayn and Liam are situated at. Emma smiles reassuringly at me, giving me a thumbs up to boost my confidence.
  I smile at her, then realise the boys can see me as well, so I drop it and shut the door behind me, shuffling with a slight hesitance in my flats towards the microphone that will record my voice. I tap it, not sure if it's on yet, when a sound erupts from a pair of headphones that I seemed to miss before set on part of the mic stand. 
  I jump in surprise, though quickly laugh it off, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. Though I admit this regretfully, I've been feeling a bit uneasy around the boys', even though I know there' s nothing they can do to me now. I guess that doesn't change that they did something to me already, but I've been trying my hardest to put that behind me for the sake of my future. 
  Placing the headphones on my head, I tap the microphone gain, gentler this time, and sure enough I hear it right as I do through the headphones. I have a feeling the lads all saw my previous little spontaneous event, as they're grinning at me genuinely through the glass. I roll my eyes, watching as they all put on headphones as well, Emma included, though with a bit if reluctance because Niall hands them to her. She takes them nonetheless, placing them on her head like mine are. 
  Since there are only two seats situated before the panel, that leaves everyone but Zayn and Liam to crowd around behind them to keep their headsets plugged in to hear. I stifle a slight grin at Emma's obvious discomfort, but it's also fairly obvious that her inner fan-girl is trying to get the best of her. She glares at me, though in a playful manner, as Liam bends over a smaller version of the mic on the stand in front of me.
  "Alright, I hope you know the song well, because I'll start playing the music track, and I need you to just sing, alright? Sing it like there's no one around, to the best of your ability," Liam's voice registers in my mind, and I realise it's because he's talking into the mic to me.
  I nod at him to show I understand, as if he's recording, I don't want to mess it up by talking.
  "Alright, here we go," Zayn's voice comes in now, and soon after it does, I hear a familiar music track fill my eyes. 
  Due to how well I know this song, I start in the beginning with the 'ba-da, ba-da-da, ba-ba-da, ba-da, ba-da-da, ba-ba-da'. I know I'm in sinc, as I know this song perfectly; it's one of my favourites. I tap my foot in sinc with the beat, the lyrics flowing out of my mouth easily, and I close my eyes to really get into the song, setting emotion from experience into it. 
  "I shoulda known when I got you alone,
that you were way too into me to know.
This isn't love boy, this ain't even close,
but you always think we're something that we're not.
And now you call me every single night,
I only answer cause I'm too polite.
We happened once, or maybe it was twice,
yeah you always make it hard for me to stop.
But you always think we're something that we're not.

Hey!

You wanna be more than just friends,
I can't go through this again,
stop trying get inside my head.
Don't wanna do more than hookup,
i t's getting stupid cause,
I shoulda known but I forgot,
that you think we're something that we're not.

Hey!

I hear you're telling everyone you know,
that I'm the one, like you cant let me go.
And you just keep on blowing up my phone,
'cause you never seem to know when you should stop.
Don't introduce me to any of your friends,
delete my number, don't call me again.
We had some fun, but now it's gonna end,
but you always made it hard for me to stop.
Now you always think we're something that we're not.

Hey!

You wanna be more than just friends,
I can't go through this again,
stop trying get inside my head.
Don't wanna do more than hookup,
it's getting stupid cause,
I shoulda known but I forgot,
that you think we're something that we're not.

Hey!

Something that we're not.
Hey!
You think we're something that we're not.
Yeah, you think we're something that we're.

Not gonna happen dude...

You wanna be more than just friends,
I can't go through this again,
stop trying get inside my head.
Don't wanna do more than hookup,
it's getting stupid cause,
I shoulda known but I forgot,
that you think we're something that we're not.

Hey!

You think we're something that we're not.
Something that we're not.
You think we're something that we're not.
But you think we're something that we're not.
"
  I open my eyes, shifting my shoulders as the music stops, glancing up at their faces, surprised by their in-awe gazes, all on me.
  I smile, raising an eyebrow at them and laughing softly, surprised they thought I was so good.
  "That was-," Harry stops, but pauses a moment before continuing, "that was amazing, Katie. That was just lovely. You're voice is so beautiful."
  Much to my displeasure, I can feel my cheeks heat up at his compliment. I look at the ground for a moment, until Harry speaks again.
  "To get started on some partner songs, how about we try a duet together, alright love? Then we can see how it sounds," he suggests, seeming quite excited for some reason, yet his eyes appear 
mischievous, leaving me slightly baffled.
  I ponder the reason for a moment, but in the next moment he's in the room with me, shutting the door as well as the others out. I widen my eyes in surprise as he approaches me, but stops just short of invading what I consider my personal space.
  "Alright, so I had an idea," he begins, his smile mischievous, but I'm not sure why, "that for our duet, we could sing Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson. It has some nice vocals I think you could ace, and it's a pretty well known song."
  I nod in agreement, as he does have a point: it has some nice vocals, and it's a fairly well-known song. I like the song myself, but I have a feeling there's some sort of ulterior motive to singing the song because of the meaning of the lyrics. Maybe he's just trying to get me flustered. If that's the case, then I'll just ignore it and sing the song, as I do actually like it. 
  "Sure," I verbalise, in case he didn't see my nearly-nonexistent nod.
  He grins, and then moves another microphone on a stand near the one I was using, placing the headset wrapped around in on his head as I return to my stand and slip mine back on as well.
  "Start it," he says into the mic, and Liam nods, filling his request as he smiles.
  Soon the other lads are smiling as well, while Emma is trying to control her inner fan-girl, probably only for me because she knows what they did to me. Music fills my ears, familiar and wonderful. 
  "Sing when it feels right, when it comes natural for the song, okay?" Harry quickly adds, pulling his head away from the mic when he says this so it doesn't record on the track.
  I nod in reply, and his cheeky grin returns as he faces his mic once more, just as the lyrics begin. It feels like he'd be better at the first verse, so I let him start it off, as I guess he feels that way to.
  "I miss the sound of your voice,
and I miss the rush of your skin.
And I miss the still of the silence,
as you breathe out and I breathe in...


If I could walk on water,
if I could tell you what's next.
I'd make you believe,
I'd make you forget.
"
  I have to admits his voice is quite lovely. Of course it would be though, as they wouldn't have a singing career if they couldn't sing. The music shifts to the chorus, and I join in lightly, contrasting my light and feminine tone to his deeper masculine one. 
  "So come on, get higher, loosen my lips.
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips.
Just pull me down hard,
and drown me in love.
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips.
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips.
Just pull me down hard,
and drown me in love."

  In my ears, it sounds perfect, but of course, that could just be my selective hearing kicking in. When the music flows into the second verse, I take the reins for the words, while Harry adds little echoes as I sing to enhance the current verse of the song.
  "I miss the sound of your voice,
loudest thing in my head.
And I ache to remember,
all the violent, sweet,
perfect words that you said.

If I could walk on water,
if I could tell you what's next.
I'd make you believe,
I'd make you forget.
"
  The chorus makes another round, and again we sing it together, perfectly harmonised.
  "So come on, get higher, loosen my lips.
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips.
Just pull me down hard,
and drown me in love.
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips.
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips.
Just pull me down hard,
and drown me in love.
"
  We continue to take turn throughout the rest of the song, adding in when it feels right, as Harry instructed.
  "I miss the pull of your heart.
I taste the sparks on your tongue.
I see angels and devils,
and God, when you come on.
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Sing sha la la la.
Sing sha la la la la.

Ooo Ooo Ooo...
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips.
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips.
Just pull me down hard,
and drown me in love.
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips.
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips.
Just pull me down hard,
and drown me, drown me in love.

It's all wrong, it's all wrong.
It's all wrong, it's so right.
So come on, get higher,
come on and get higher.
'Cause everything works, love,
everything works in your arms.
"
  As the music comes to a stop in my ears, I take the headset off, seeing that Niall, Louis, and Emma are now situated back at the seating area, talking with Simon, who has reappeared. Zayn and Liam remove their headphones, placing them where they belong and turning to join the others with Simon. 
  Harry and I take ours off as well and put them away in silence, though I know he's grinning, for some odd reason or another. I'm not sure I'll ever really understand. Either way, we continue out of the room in silence, though I've plastered a small smile upon my face, firstly to convince Simon there's nothing abnormal, as well as the fact that I'm actually proud of the duet. It sounded amazing, and I honestly don't think I sounded like the amateur I truly am when I sung that song with Harry.
  Everyone smiles at me, and though it slightly creeps me out, I return their smiles.
  "So, how'd it go?" Simon asks as I take the seat I was in before, next to Emma, who appears to be beaming proudly at me, as well as mischievously. 
  "Well. I think it went well," I reply, waiting for confirmation.
  "Well? Bloody hell, you did better than well; you did amazing!" Emma exclaims, her voice raising an octave in excitement. 
  Simon smiles at her claim.
  "That's wonderful. They've told me you worked on a couple songs, one as a duet," he says, directing his attention to me once again. 
  "Yes, I did." My reply is sharp, almost too sharp, and I instantly regret it.
  Honestly, I was being sharp at myself for letting myself go like I did with that same boys that kidnapped me. I must be extremely lucky though, because Simon doesn't seem to notice, or just doesn't care.
  "Good, I'm glad you've been hard at work. Anyway, I have to go again, but I'll dismiss you for today, since it was your first. I won't be here tomorrow, but I'd like to monitor your progress on Wednesday, to see how far along you are by then. As for tomorrow, I'm sure you all have cell phones, so just contact each other on a suitable time to meet up tomorrow here. I want you here tomorrow, if only for at least two hours, no matter the time. I want to work quickly to get you known, Katie. You've got great potential."
  And with that, he's out the door, after nodding dismissively to all of us. I eye the boys of One Direction carefully, before making up y mind and shaking my head. There's no way I'd give them my phone number, not after what they did to me. I don't want any more contact with them then necessary.
  "I don't think we really need to exchange numbers. You guys showed me how to run the set, so I can swing by tomorrow and get started, and you can show up whenever, preferably by noon. I don't have much to do tomorrow, but I don't really want to spend all day here," I decide, informing them of my already-made decision. 
  Their faces seem to fall, as if they hoped I'd actually give them my number. I don't know why they'd expect that though, as I've tried, and slightly failed I guess, to show them that I don't want anything to do with them anymore except be co-workers, though only because I have to. The nod, though with obvious reluctance, and with that I stand and leave, Emma trailing behind me as we exit the building, and I don't look back.
  As we get to the car, I sigh in relief to be away from them, sliding into our car with ease.
  "Shoot! I forgot my jacket!" Emma exclaims, and I realise she's right. 
  The light-grey sweater is no longer on her shoulders, which means she left it in the room.
  "I'll be right back, I'll just go get it. You can wait here, I won't be long," she says, and then without waiting for my reply she rushes back into what is now both of our workplace. 
  Several minutes later she returns, appearing flustered.
  "We're the boys still there? Did they give you any problems?" I ask, half jokingly and half concerned.
  "Something like that," she mutters surprisingly, then tries to cover it up with a smile.
  I decide not to press it, understanding that she'd tell me when she wanted to. I respected her privacy, and I know she's tell me if they did anything threatening or harmful to her.
  Surprisingly, my iPhone buzzes in my pocket, signalling a text message, though I'm confused as to why, since only three people have my number, as I just got a new one. Those three would be Emma, who obviously didn't text me, her boyfriend Daniel who's never texted me before, and my old employers at Starbucks. Surely they wouldn't have contacted me either though because I know that they know I quit, and took up a new job already. Still confused as to who it could be, I steal a glance at Emma as I pull my phone out, who surprisingly looks guilty. 
  Glancing away from her, I turn my gaze to my phone, curious to know who texted me. 
  noon wont work, maybe later, like four?
  As I read it I freeze, knowing there could only be one answer. It has to be one of the lads from One Direction, but I don't understand how they got my number. 
  Suddenly realisation dawns on me, and I turn to look at Emma, feeling slightly betrayed. Her face confirms my thoughts, as she appears to look guiltier the second I look at her again.           "You gave One Direction my number?!"

   ~Whoa there! Cliffhanger!! Anyway, as always, I really hope you enjoyed! I love you all, and thank you so much for the comments and likes and favourites I've gotten, they mean so much to me and inspire me to keep writing! So thank you all very much, and here's chapter five for you all. I'd like two more likes and four comments for the next, as comments never seem to be a problem for you. Also, as I stated in the comments, the next chapter will be from the boys' point's of veiw! I think it will only be two of them, but still, that's two more than usual! ;D So without further ado, I love you all, and thanks so much! <3

  ~ss_lover xx

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