“I found this kid. He’s twenty-six. He doesn’t have the kind of experience that Hope has, but he can play well and he’s well known,” I listened to Mr. Adams in disbelief. My whole body started to go numb.
“We’ll give her until France,” I heard the other voice say very distinctly.
France! That’s in less than a week! My mind screamed to my heart which was aching. The door opened and I quickly grasped my hotel door handle, and slipped in. I peered through a crack in the door to see who would exit. I felt my jaw drop as I watched Simon Cowell walk past my door.
“No way! It’s Simon freaking Cowell,” I whispered, slamming the door shut. I had only watched his TV shows for my whole life. I always imagined singing in front of him and him telling me how brilliant I was.
Now, I’m on his hit list… wonderful.
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Summer’s journal: May 13, 2013
Today I woke up and I had an idea! In order to save my job and stay on the tour so that some piano playing jerk doesn’t get my job is to simply ignore the boys. Smile at them, but don’t talk to them. Then, they’ll stop talking to me and I’ll stop being a distraction. I’ll mind my own business until the end of August and everyone will be happy… everyone except me.
Harry’s journal: May 17, 2013
Today we’re in Italy. It’s one of my favorite places. We spent two days in Poland and two days in Germany. The fans around here are incredible. Even though they don’t speak English very well, they know all our songs by heart. Tomorrow we’re in Spain for two days and the next day we’re in France. Everything is going really well, except for Hope. We’re all worried about her. Probably me and Niall more than the rest. Whenever we try to talk to her, she just shuts us down. It’s like she’s avoiding me. Was it really so bad that I wanted to kiss her? The first couple of weeks she was so sweet and funny. But now, she won’t even look me in the eye. So the boys and I decided to have an intervention.
I sat down in my dressing room in front of a large mirror. I sighed as I looked at my reflection. Why was it that I always see all my imperfections when I look at myself? Geneva had to fix some wardrobe crisis because Louis ripped off Zayn’s sleeve ‘by accident,’ so I began to start on my makeup myself. I picked up a black liner and began to draw a line underneath my eye. I looked up to see Niall slowly opening my door.
“Hey,” he said, softly, “Can we talk?”
“I guess,” I said, as I watched Niall walk in, followed by Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam. They stood there, staring at me grimly.
“What’s up?” I asked, putting down my liner.
“That’s sort of what we were going to ask you,” Harry said. I looked at him, confusion written across my face.
“All of a sudden you’re acting like you don’t even know us. I know that some things happened, but you didn’t even give us a chance to explain ourselves,” Niall said, shyly. I knew he was talking about Annie.
“That’s not it,” I said, quietly.
“Then what’s wrong?” Liam asked, concerned.
“I’m going to be replaced,” I mumbled, not daring to look any of them in the eye.
“What!” Harry practically shouted.
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The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)
FanfictionShe's that crazy musical genius who received a scholarship to Juilliard, but vowed she would never play a note of music again, turned down the scholarship and moved across Canada to pursue journalism. Most people saw Summer Terrace as a lost cause...
