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

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8. The Secret

PAMS P.O.V

We watched the movie that Clary and I had chosen.

Disney movies were the best ones in the whole world!

At some point of the movie there were no popcorns left, and since I knew that no one was going to get up to get more, I said that I was going to the kitchen. All of them nodded without moving their eyes of the screen, like if they were hipnotized (And they said they didn't liked Peter Pan) well, except Luke.

"I'll help you." He said to me.

"No... It's okay, Luke. I can..." But he was already on his way. I took a deep breath before going after him into the kitchen. "Where are the popcorn bags?" He asked without looking at me. "Here. I'll show you." I moved to where he was so I could take the bags. I turned around to hive it to him, the thing is that I didn't knew he was right behind me and so, when I turned around there were just a few inches between us. I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful blue eyes. We standed there looking at each other what seemed forever, but then I turned my face and moved across him to where the microwave was and asked him: "Are we going to make the popcorn?"

He was still standing where I had left him, like he couldn't move from that spot. When he heard my voice he returned to reality. "What?...oh...amm, sure. Yeah." After we were done with the popcorn we went back to the living room. The other guys hadn't moved a single muscle since I had left. We sat again in our places and returned to watch the movie. The credits appeared on the flat screen and Ashton turned off the TV. "Well, that was a good movie, I have to recognize it." "You see? And you were saying you didn't liked it." Clary said. "Yeah, I was wrong." ................................. PAMS POV "Hey Pam, wanna come?" The guys of 1D had called and said they wouldn't be back for the night. It was almost midnight and Michael was hungry...again. Everyone agreed with him and wanted to go out to buy some food to those restaurants that are open 24/7. I didn't wanted to go. "No, thanks. I am tired, I am going to sleep for a while." "Okay" Ashton turned to face Clary. "Are you coming?" "Mmm... I'm not sure of leaving her alone..." "Oh, cmon Clary!" "Go, girl. I can take care of myself." I said. "Well, then I'm in!" She smiled at Ash. He returned the smile. LUKES POV I didn't wanted to go either. But I decided that I would go with them because: 1. Things between Pam and I were still akward. I wanted to give her some space. If not, she'd think I'm a weirdo who stalks her all day and night. 2. If I didn't come, the guys would be teasing me for a long, long time. That'd be exhausting. PAMS POV "Bye, Pam! Take care!" Calum yelled while they all went through the door. "Shouldn't it be me who says that?" "I don't think so." He sticked his tongue out at me and I copied him. After they were all gone, I sat on the large couch and turned on the TV. I went through the channels for a while but there was nothing interesting to see. After trying to sleep with no success, I sat and thought what could I do while the lads and Clary came back. That's when I saw it. Lying there, right in the corner of the room, was a beautiful guitar. I walked to where it was and grabbed it. After checking it, I saw an inscription that said "LUKE H." in a little boy's letter. Should I grab it? Should I let it there? I was nervous of being caught by its owner, but the wish of playing again won. I took it with extreme caution and sat again in the red couch. My fingers started moving, playing some accords, like they were alive and I started singing with my eyes closed. She see's the world through TV screens, All of her friends in magazines, But everyday she lives a broken dream, Yeah making her own reality. There's lots of make up on her face, You cover up an empty space, But there's a lot behind those big blue eyes, She just don't realize. Everybody's gone and lost there minds, It's just the day we live in most of the time. Get up out the dark, Open your eyes, Your discover there's a world outside. No one knew I could sing, not even Clary. Well, my family was the only exception. It was my secret. My mother said I had a beautiful voice, that I should show it, but I didn't wanted to. The only thing I didn't liked about hiding my voice was that I felt alive when I sang. I loved it. To fix a broken heart, You have to try, Pick it up, pick it up. It's a beautiful life, beautiful life, beautiful life, It's a beautiful life, beautiful life. He got his fortune on a plate, But all that money won't change fate. He's got six zero's but no one to share it with, No friends, no girl, no one in the world. Everybody's gone and lost there minds, It's just the day we live in most of the time. Get up out the dark ( get up out the dark), Open your eyes, Your discover there's a world outside. To fix a broken heart, You have to try, Pick it up, pick it up. It's a beautiful life, beautiful life, beautiful life, It's a beautiful life, beautiful life. We're not that different, You and I because everybody's got a place to hide, It's just the day we live in, ooo most of the time. Get up out the dark ( get up out the dark), Open your eyes, Your discover there's a world outside. To fix a broken heart, You have to try, Pick it up, pick it up. It's a beautiful life, beautiful life, beautiful life, It's a beautiful life, beautiful life. I finished the song and smiled with my eyes still closed. But when I opened them, I found out I was not alone. Oh, no. He was sitting in the floor, staring at me with his blue eyes. A smiled crossed his face while his expression showed surprise too. "Wow..." He whispered-yelled.

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The song that Pam sinos int this chapter is called "Beautiful Life" and it's from Union J :)

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