Jade Huxley
Nobody, nobody
Nobody can drag me down
Zayn and I lent against the wall off stage watching Harry, Liam, Niall and Louis. We were going on next and it was our first time performing together in years.
"STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!" We hear the fans chanting. Zayn and I glance at each other before looking back at the boys.
" Sorry guys, Stockholm syndrome is a very hard song to perform with just the four of us. We need Jade and Zayn". Liam pouted while telling the audience.
They booed as the boys walked off stage. The stage dimmed and Zayn and I walked on. Smoke lifted off the floor of the stage outlining our silhouettes. The intro of the song played and the fans roared. I glanced at the boys who couldn't see us because of the dark lighting. I could see them gaping and looking at the stage in anticipation to see who was about to perform.
Who's that shadow holding me hostage?
I've been here for days
I sang and the fans cheered.
Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?
I look over at the boys and see their faces coming to realization as to what is about to happen.
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to
Zayn sings and I look at him and smirk.
being held by you
The lights turn on and me and Zayn run forward
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
Oh, baby, look what you've done now
Oh, baby, I'll never leave you if you keep holding me this way
(Oh-oh-oh-oh),
Zayn and I jump around, occasionally glancing at the boys as their cheeks heat in embarrassment from what they said to the audience before.
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
Baby, look what you've done to me
Zayn and I finish giving one last grin at the audience before walking off stage. Zayn makes it there before I do and grabs a cup of water. The boys are frozen in their place and I brush past them to jump into Zayn's arms. He puts me down and grins and we sit in our chairs to watch the next performance.
Simon signals all six of us to join him in his dressing room so we all get up from our seats to go. We sit down on a couch with Louis to my left and Zayn to my right.
"ALL 6 of you have a performance at Jingle Ball in a few months, so I need you guys to figure out how you're gonna do that."
I groan and put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me slouching. Simon gives me a dirty look.
"Tomorrow you guys have carpool Karaoke with James Corden and.." he looks at me and Zayn, "you're gonna go on a road trip to Vegas"
Zayn and I look at each other before I scream, "FUCK YES", high-fiving Zayn and make my way to walk out of the room. Zayn grabs me by the strap of my black leather tube top and pulls me back to sit down.
"He isn't done talking yet." He whispers to me.
"Harry and Jade". He says causing both me and Harry to turn our attention to him.
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Machiavellian
FanfictionI see Harry out of the corner of my eye grab a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Suddenly in desperate need of one too, I stand up making my way to the table. As I'm about to grab one, he stops me. "No. These are mine, get your own." He says. I l...
