The Cousin of a Pop Star (l.h.)

What if you were able to travel on a world tour?
What if you met your idol?
What if you played truth or dare with him?
What if he keeps a big secret?
What if you were the cousin of a pop star?

© 2014-2016 michaelstacosxx


12. Admirer

Pam's POV


"WHAT?!" She yelled back looking annoyed.

"Would you listen to me?" I begged.

"No. I don't want to talk to someone who changed her bestfriend for a guy after they promised each other they'd never do that!"
She turned her back to me and started to walk to the house.

We were at the beach.

"Clary, please. You don't have to talk. Just listen please."
Clary turned towards me and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Thank you. Look, I know I've been an awful bestfriend and I truly apologize. I never meant you to feel like this. You know I love you like if you were my twin or my sister. I really miss you and I want things to be great between us. You know that I'd be lost without you."

In her face appeared a small smile. Immediately she erased it and frowned again.

"But if things are like this, why didn't you told me about you and Luke? Why did you just forgot about me? You know I'd understand if you had told me."

"Luke and me? What are you talking about?" I was confused and suddenly realized what she had thought.

"You and Luke are dating aren't you?"
I bursted into laughter.

"No! We just turned out to be good friends! We hang out and do stupid stuff but just as friends. Also, nor he or someone else will be able to take your place. Ever. I wish that'd be true but no! YOU are the one who's dating Ashton!"

"Ashton? You thought I was dating Ashton?! Oh God. I guess none of us was right. I also wish you were right."

We were both smiling widely now.
"Friends forever?" I asked holding up my pinky finger.

"Forever and ever." She answered hooking her finger with mine. Then, we hugged like if we hadn't seen each other in a long, long time.

Later that afternoon we were laying on my bed talking about random things, like bestfriends do.

"Hey, do you think I'm ugly?" Clary asked suddenly, looking at the ceiling.

"Of course NOT, Clarissa!" I raised and sat on my bed to look at her. "But, anyways, why would you think or even ask that?"

She sighed. 
"It's just that sometimes I wonder, if supposedly I'm pretty, why is it that boys never talk or even glance at me? Why is it that no one loves me? I just... I don't know. I just see those couples in the streets and I wish I had that. That kind of love in which you are happy and you are loved and you love... You know what I mean?"

I knew exactly what she meant. I felt like that every single day. I had always been in love with the thought of being in love. I still was.
"Yeah. I totally understand. I've felt that way before."

"How?" She rested her body over her arms.
"How what?"
"How is it that you feel like I do? I mean, you are beautiful. You look like a greek godess. You're thin, you have amazing eyes... Look at me. I'm not fat, but certainly not thin. I like my eyes, but they're not as yours."
I smiled a little.

"Thank you, but that's not true. I've seen how boys look at you; how Ashton looks at you. I've dreamed my whole life for someone to look at me like that."

"You should stop dreaming. That way you'll see that Luke Hemmings is dying for you. And keep your modesty."

"Ha! Luke? NO!"
"I tell you YES. He makes and idiot face whenever he's around you."
"I wish that was true."

"It IS true."

"It's not! He's Luke freaking Hemmings! He's a punk rock star! He has thousands of pretty girls who idolize him and the other guys! He'd never like me."

"And you, Pamela Gallagher, are the cousin of Niall Horan, member of the biggest boyband of the actuality! You are the cousin of a pop star, Pam! But you know what? Who cares if he's famous? Who cares if you're not? Love's unconditional." She raised her arms in a sign of indifference.

"Now you're the expert in love." I raised an eyebrow.

"That's what I've read at least." Clary moved her shoulders up and down.

"Clary, he is totally talented. He's out of reach for me."

"And so are you."

"No! The girl who's sitting right beside you. Of course you, Pamela!! Do you really thought that I would never know that you sing and that you play the guitar like a pro?"

"But how...? Who...?"

"Your mom told it to me accidentally. She begged me not to tell you I knew."
"I'm sorry." I said.

"Sorry for what?" She looked confused.

"Because I kept it from you."

"It's okay. Everyone has secrets that they don't reveal to anyone in this world."

The doorbell rang interrupting our talk.
"I'll go." I said opening the door, but when I was heading to the stairs I saw a silhouette turning right in the hallway. 
You are insane, Pam.

I opened the door and found an old man who worked for the mail. He had white hair and a white mustache. His glasses made his black eyes look bigger.

"Good evening." He greeted me and I said hi. "I have this letter for Anna Pamela Gallagher."

"Oh, that's me." He handed me a baby blue envelope. "Sorry, who's this from?"
"I don't know. It's anonymous. Maybe you got yourself a secret admirer, young lady."

I chuckled at his occurrence. 
"Who was it?" Calum's head popped out from his and Mikey's room.

"Mail." I said.

"Anything for me?" He joked.
"Nope, for me!"

"Is that an envelope? Who is it from?"
"To be honest I have no idea. It doesn't say anything."

"Oh, God! PAM'S GOT A SECRET ADMIRER!" And before I could shut him up, the other guys' heads popped out of the resting rooms.

"Pam's got a what?!" Niall exclaimed with a bit of jealousy.

"A secret admirer, bro." Said Harry.

"Who do you think it could be?"Asked Ashton.

"I...I don't know." I said looking at the envelope again.

"Maybe it's someone who you know." Said Zayn.

"Or someone who you don't know." Said Louis.

"Wow, guys. Great idea. None of us had thought about that." Liam said sarcastically.

"Awwwe the little Pamela has an admirer!" Said Michael putting his hands over his mouth.

"GOD MY BF HAS A SECRET ROMEO!" Exclaimed Clary.

"Luke, you didn't said anything about this. What do you think?" Said Cal and the 10 heads turned to him and he blushed.

"I...I don't know...It's great..." His voice could barely be heard.

"Okay. And what does it say?" Harry tried to grab the envelope. I moved my hand to my back instantly.

"I am going to read it." I stated.

I started opening the envelope slowly and while I did, everyone moved their heads towards the letter.

"Personal space."

They backed off and I read my letter in silence first.

"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life. -O.W."

"Girl, you've got us standing here waiting for you to tell us what does that freaking letter say." 
Clary's voice brought me back to reality.

Maybe it was indeed a secret admirer. But who? And why? 

"It says: "If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life."" I read again.

"That's sooo romantic!" All of us turned to Ash. 

"What? I love romance."

"Does it say anything else?" Harry asked.

"Just some initials or something like that: O.W."

"O.W.... Who could it be?" Calum wondered.

"I have no idea. But when I find out, I'll kick his ass." Niall warned with jealousy.

"Niall, stop." 

"You're my little cousin, Pamela. It's my dutty to be jealous."

"OLIVER WHITE!" Louis exclaimed all of sudden.


"It's just an idea for the name of the admirer guy..."

"O.W.? Pam, can I see that?" Clary said.

"Sure." I handed her the paper.

She read it again. "Oscar Wilde." 

"That name sounds familiar..." Mike eyes were looking to the ceiling as if the answer would fall from it.

"Do you know him?" Zayn asked.

"He's a writer."

"How can he be so young and also be a writer?" Michael asked.

"You don't read, do you?" She had on eyebrow raised.

"Uhhh... Well... No."

"Oscar Wilde is a famous writer. He is NOT the admirer. Believe me. The admirer quoted Wilde to write this thing."

"Ohh I see."

"You're really smart, Clarissa." 
Clary blushed at Ashton's comment.

Everyone went back to their own stuff and I pulled Clary back to my room.

"Why does Ash call you like that?"
"Ugh, yeah. Remember when they were introduced to us I said that I didn't liked my real name? Well, he says he likes the name and he calls me like that."
""Ashton doesn't like me". Sure."
"He does not."
"If you say so."

Long chapter :) yeyyyy
Thanks for reading. It means a lot.
Love you

Andrea :) xx

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