On the Verge; A One Direction Fanfiction.

Chapter 5

"Niall..." I started...

I didn't know where to begin. I couldn't possibly think this was logical. After all, I had only really known Niall for, like, two days. Still, how many girls would agree to go on tour with him without even thinking it through? How many would even get the option? Obviously, I was going to go with him. Nothing was really tying me here, if you thought about it. I'd gotten in to UCLA on scholarship, and I hated my major. I only moved out here to sing, and so far I'd had no luck with that. The only other thing I had was my job, and we all know how I feel about that. Ugh. Well, here goes nothing...

"Niall... I'd love to go on tour with you!" I practically scream, beginning to feel really excited and much less worried. Plus, this could be my chance to make something of myself. He was positively beaming as he kissed me again and again, both of us feeling super happy. Yes, this is what I want. Right?

*            TWO MONTHS LATER         *

Niall and I have been on this tour bus with the other guys for two months. I sometimes seriously regret my choice to come with them. Niall, besides being super sweet, is also kind of clingy. Plus, he's a bit of a slob. Zayn has this tendency to take up all the available couch space and watch boring guy movies all day. Liam doesn't talk much, preferring to sit and read or do whatever suits him. Harry is kind of dramatic, in a fun way, and over-exaggerates everything. Louis is loud, but in a way that it's not so much obnoxious as it's just kind of annoying after a while. I'm not much for small spaces, but especially not when all the boys are here. 

We've all gotten pretty close, really; the boys are all like my best friends. I have so much fun with them, but I'm still feeling kind of empty. Without work and school to fill my time, and having absolutely no girls around, I'm pretty bored. I practice singing, but only when I know the boys aren't around. Mostly I sing when I'm in the shower, if I'm being honest. Oh, that's embarassing...

My thoughts were running in circles as I lathered my hair up with the special shampoo I'd gotten. Niall was kind of in the habit of buying me really expensive things; shampoo, shoes, clothes, you name it. I had to admit that the shampoo was really great on my hair, though. 

"Some folks like to get away on a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood. But I'm taking a Greyhound on the Hudson Riverline... I'm in a New York State of mind..." I sang absentmindedly, playing with the faucet and showerhead. There were so many settings on this thing that I still hadn't tried them all. Would I ever get used to the luxury the guys were used to? I wonder... Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

Oh, hell. Who heard me sing? Crap, crap, crap. 

"Celia?" I heard Harry's deep voice call out, as he walked into the now-foggy bathroom. 

Crap. 

"Oh, hey, Harry. What's, uh, what's up?" I asked, trying to keep my cool about the singing and not even worrying about the glass shower door. He could see every inch of me, something not even Niall had been granted yet. Even through the steam I could tell he was staring. Typical boy, I think to myself.

"I heard you singing. You're, like, super good. Why haven't you let us hear you before?" He asked, completely innocently. He didn't know why I was terrified to sing in front of people. No one did, beside my dad...

* FLASHBACK *

I was eight years old, wearing a sequined red dress and preparing to sing for my school's talent show. I was excited and nervous, but I knew everyone I loved was here to root me on. Confidently, I stepped on to the stage. The lights blinded me, making it impossible to see the crowd. I thought that was a good thing, until people started booing. I realized the music was playing, but I suddenly couldn't find my voice. In a fit of terror, I felt myself lose control of my bladder. Right there, on stage, in my new dress. I hurried off the stage, tears falling from my eyes. When I got to the back stage area, my dad was fuming. Before he or I said anything, his hand flashed across my cheek, making me cry harder.

"We spend my whole damn paycheck on that dress, and you pee in it? You didn't even sing. Celia. You're.. I just don't want to see you right now." He walked away, got into his car, and we never saw him again. From that day on, I couldn't sing in front of crowds. On tape or video was no big deal, but never in front of people.

* END FLASHBACK * 

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