It's time.
I was just about to enter the stage for cochella.
I am the headlining act.
I'm so excited.
This is crazy.
I turned back to see Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik and Louis. They were all still saddened at the sudden death.
Harry gave me a smile and the I went up onto the stage. The crowd was going wild.
3 YEARS EARLIER
I cant believe they are making me perform at the GREATEST AND MOST BIGGEST FESTIVAL!!!!!!!!
cochella is crazy.
While being their maid they also make me practice my singing. Harry says that I sing like a beautiful angle goddess who drives Renault cars and has cereal at night.
But I knew I wasnt good enough.
My blue/emerald/pink orbs shined brightly as i stared at myself in my beautiful mirror. Not that I made it beautiful it was just made in Italy.
"UGHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" I yelled my pain. Then i heard a knock at the door
"Oi mate you bloody olright you absolute sket?" Harry styles screamed as he burst through the 10 ft, oak and wooden doors made by zayn Malik's great uncle, Phil.
"Yeah I'm fine." I said mysteriously.
Harry styles looked at me with worry before running away quickly and levitating through the door with his Giant wings that sprouted from his calfs.
Then I left to go to the kitchen where I made the Boys(TM) 10 million jacket potatoes (all of which were for Harry, what a cheeky lad).
"Y/n hurry it bloody up I'm bloody well starving!!!!!!" Harry yelled and I sprinted to give him his Jacket Potatoes with cheese.
"NOW SING FOR US!" Liam yelled while playing a beat on his guitar.
I sang with all my heart; (play song)
"What you know about rolling down in the deep..." I sang loudly.
(A/n- sorry I dont know the lyrics to this song I have this thing called good taste. )
Then I fainted.
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