Dedicated to justlittlealyssa because I LOVE victoria!!
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I walked into the flat, remaining quiet and creeping up the stairs.
I peered into the living room to see Lou's, Zayns' and Nialls' sleeping body's slumped on the couch with the TV glowing on their faces, I snickered and bounded up the rest of the stairs.
By which I knocked my purse off the banister, spilling its contents on the floor, I groaned but got on my knees to pick it up.
I shoved everything back in, my wallet, my vanity bag and other useless junk back into the tan bag. I lifted up my casting list to reveal a worn, beautiful picture of a teenage boy, brown hair flipped to one side, bright blue eyes, a perfect smile and pale white skin.
I missed him so much.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I picked it up, my stomach tightened as the memories of my best friend flooded back too fast.
I walked into my room, just wanting to break down and scream in pain.
I set the picture on my vanity so I could change and put my hair up, but I didn't touch my terrible makeup.
I leaned into my closet and picked up my deep brown guitar, I snatched the picture and crawled out of my window and onto the roof, holding the picture in my teeth and dragging the guitar behind me.
I sat for a few minuets on the cool shingles, I felt myself welcoming the bitter cold as the moon reflected onto the sea only a quarter mile from our house.
I set his picture beside me and positioned the worn guitar, I closed my eyes and tried to remember my favorite song, it came pretty easy, I strummed the strings, closed my eyes, and started singing my pain away
"I don't know why you always get so insecure
I wish you could see what I see when you're looking in the mirror
And why won't you believe me when I say
That to me you get more beautiful, everyday
When you're looking at the magazines
And thinking that you'll never measure up
You're wrong
Cause you're my cover, cover girl
I think you're a superstar, yeah you are
Why don't you know
Yeah, you're so pretty that it hurts
It's what's underneath your skin
The beauty that shines within
You're the only one that rocks my world
My cover girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh, my cover girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You walk in rainboots on a perfect summer day
Somehow you always see the dark side, when everything's okay
And you wear baggy clothes that camouflage your shape
Whoa, but you know that I love you, just the way you're made
When you're looking at the magazines
And thinking that you're just not good enough
You're so wrong, baby
Cause you're my cover, cover girl
I think you're a superstar, yeah you are
Why don't you know
Yeah, you're so pretty that it hurts
It's what's underneath your skin
The beauty that shines within
You're the only one that rocks my world
My cover girl
Got a heart of gold, a perfect original
Wish you would stop being so hard on yourself for awhile
And when I see that face
I'd try a thousand ways
I would do anything to make you smile
Cause you're my cover, cover girl
I think you're a superstar, yeah you are
Why don't you know
Yeah, you're so pretty that it hurts
It's what's underneath your skin
The beauty that shines within
You're the only one that rocks my world
My cover girl
Oh woah oh oh, my cover girl
Oh woah oh oh, my cover girl
Whoa oh, my cover girl
Whoa oh, my cover girl....."
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Don't Ask // l.payne
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