All The Odds

Seven

//...Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes.. .// Night changes-One direction.

*Bella*

Iverson drives us to the unknown, knuckles white from the tight grip he has on the steering, face sans any emotion.

Nervously I tap and stare at my right hand middle finger on my thigh, looking around at the fast blurring buildings and cars wasn't helping the tight clench in my lower abdomen.

He wasn't the only one that had been speechless since he descended that stage back at 'When The Sunset'.  My phone had hung uselessly in my hand the moment he opened his mouth to sing, long forgotten was the recording I wanted to make.

I wasn't the only one that'd been mesmerised by the power in his voice either.

When he'd announced he'd be singing 'Where do broken hearts go', I had secretly smiled at his wrong choice. If I didn't know how to sing, I wouldn't start with a five-man song.

"Oh-uh." Jerome had said beside me as I held my phone up, ready to capture his embarrassment. My smile had only gotten wider when he missed his first cue to sing.

And then 'counted all my mistake and there's only one.' he started and blew us all away.

His voice was nothing like I've heard before, I kid you not. His voice demanded you stop whatever the fuck you're doing and listen. His voice was smooth and rough, raw and defined, raspy at best and vibrated off of the speakers in honey coated waves.

His voice makes you high, emotional and dare I even say horny. I know I was.

Opened mouthed, I exchange a look with Jerome before looking around the room. Everyone, I mean everyone had their focus on him and I'm sure it wasn't because they were all fans of one direction.

Iverson misunderstood the awed look on both mine and Jerome's faces and stopped singing. For a man, as he stood there that moment, he looked just about to burst in tears.

"What's the hold?" someone drunkenly yelled and another whistled. Iverson looked between Jerome and me with wide eyes. Slowly I held a fist up as if to open my palm for him to stop like he had asked me to, but instead I gave him a thumb up.

The question "Are you sure?"  was clear on his face and I nodded. He relaxed and started the song all over again, his eyes solely on me, his voice speaking a language that excited my libido.

'counted all my mistake and there's only one, standing out from the list of the things I've done, all the rest of my crimes don't come close, to the look on your face when I let you go...'

"Is it just me or does the song seem like a message to you?"  Jerome asked. I had swallowed and rubbed my yet again sweating palms on my jeans.

"That's just you." I lied.

Iverson swerve off the main road unto a rough unfamiliar path, doing a quick survey of the surroundings I realise we are headed for the woods.

"Uhm," I start, looking at the empty road behind us. "I guess I should start telling you how good you were back there so you won't kill me?"

"Don't f?cking lie to me." he grits out without looking at me. "You made me do that and now you gonna pay."

"What?" I squeal and my heart picks a race. "You were incredible out there! People clapped, didn't you see or hear?"

He slows down and look at me with a frown.

"I swear I'm not lying," I blabber on.  "you were really good. I believe Jerome was going to tell you the same thing if you'd stopped to listen and not walked out like a zombie ."