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


14. I Think I Know

Pam's POV


"Michael, shut up!" Calum groaned from upstairs.

"YOU shut up, Thomas!" Michael yelled back from the kitchen.

"I HATE YOU, GORDON". Calum walked fast to reach the stairs.



They were now standing in front of each other pointing fingers everytime they said something.

"I HATE YOU BOTH! NOW SHUT THE HELL UP!" Niall appeared from nowhere and throwed pillows at Mikey and Cal.

"But Niall, you can't hate us". 
"Maybe. But I will if you keep on screaming".
"But we love you, Niall".
"Awww I know!"

The three of them hugged. It looked really weird. Seriously.

"Now, getting back to where I was... FOOD!" Michael screamed and ran like a possessed to where I had placed the plates with the breakfast.

I took them away before he could grab one. Or all of them, who knows. With Michael and food, anything can happen.

"Hey, hey! Wait a second, Mikey".
"Ughhh but I'm sooooooo hungryyyy".
"I knoooooow". I said making fun of him.
"Hey, are you making fun of me?? That's so not nice, Pamela! Why are you so bad with me? I'm a nice guy".

I sighed. 
"I know you won't stop complaining if I don't give you food..."
"It's great you get it" he smirked.
" you can have your pla..."

He grabbed a plate and a fork and ate all of the eggs and the hashbrowns before I could even give everyone their own portion.

"Thank you, Pam. You're an angel of God".
"Yeah, yeah"

"Heyaaa, Pam! You're a great chef too!"
"Ummmm thank you, Ash. But to be honest this is like one of the two plates I can actually make".
"Which one is the other one?" Luke asked from across the table.
"And you're a mess even just making cereal".
I nodded in agreement with her.

"Wait a second. I'm just taking off my sandals."
Luke, who was standing just a few steps away from me, turned around.

"Let's go then". He said when I reached him, sandals in hand.

We were taking a walk by the shore.
Yeah, just the two of us, but just as friends, okay?

The sun was going down and the sky was a mixture of blue, purple, orange and yellow.
It was almost romantic.

"Romantic? What? No, Pamela!"

"I would love to go scuba diving here". Luke stared at the sea with admiration in his face.
"Would you?" He looked down at me.

"Me? Mmm... I don't think so..."


"Well, I'm kind of scared of the places where water's too deep. I mean, I can go into the ocean to swim, but not too far from the shore".

"But, why?" A smirk crossed his face and that, somehow, made me smile.

"Because...when I was like 10 Niall's family and mine went to visit my uncle. He lives in a place near the ocean and it's a place where people go surfing. But the thing is that we went to swim there and the waves started pulling me inside. I couldn't fight them. My mom had to get me". I pulled a hair string and placed it behind my ear. "I have a trauma now." 

I couldn't look at Luke. I was a little ashamed.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.
"Are you blushing?"

I still wouldn't look at him.

"Hey, look at me". He raised my chin with his pointer finger.

That only made me blush even more.

"You don't have to be ashamed of that. Everyone's got their own fears and it's okay". His tone was serious.

I didn't answered at the moment.
The colors of the sky were reflected on his eyes.
I got lost in them.

The only thing I was able to do was nodding.

"Okay, now let's keep on walking".

I could still feel his touch burning on my skin.

After some minutes he looked down at me again.



"I... I have to tell you something".

"And what would that be?"

"It's just that... Ughh I don't know how to say it".

"C'mon, just spit it out!"

"Do you remember the letters that you have been receiving?"

"Of course".

"And the folder you received today".

Some hours before the mailman had gave me a folder.
Anonymous again.
It contained many pages and in all of them there were written things.
At first I thought it was a loooong letter. 
Clary said they could be poems.
It was Zayn and Calum who realizef they were songs.
Three complete songs written for me.
And they were beautiful.
I wished I knew who had written them.


"I think I know who the guy is..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"You know? Oh my God! Tell me!"

"It's..." I could tell he wasn't sure about telling me. Like if he was really nervous.


My phone rang.

I checked th ID: Niall.

"Not the best moment, right, Niall?"

"I think you should pick up".

"I will, but you have to tell me who the guy if when I hang up".


"Pamela? You both have to come to the hospital RIGHT NOW".

"The hospital? What? What happened?" 
I instantly imagined the worst thing.

"Pamela, she was walking in the street and there was a drunk man who hit her".

I already knew the answer but I didn't wanted to believe it.


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