Reflection: Adopted by Fifth Harmony

Signed to Syco

I wake up to Justin's hazel orbs staring me down. I grin, "Hi, there."

"Hey, how are you?"

"A bit confused as to why you're in my... oh, did I fall asleep here?"

He nods, "In the car on the way home from the party. You were exhausted, you I didn't want to wake you."

I smile, "Thank you." I reach out and grab him in a headlock.

"Woah, woah, let me go!" He laughs, trying to contort his body out of it, "Let me sleep and I'll let you go..." I whisper.

"No, I'm definitely making you come to work with me today."

"For whyyy?" I whine, "I don't wanna come with you, I wanna sleep off this headache!"

"I know, Bubba, but today is special. Please?"

"No. Final answer." I grouch, letting him go, sticking my head under the covers.

"Come on!" He grabs one of my legs that's sticking out of the blanket and tugs, nearly yanking it out of it's socket.

I sit up, swatting at him, "I hate you, Jus."

"I wuv you, too. Now get up, or I'll drag you out in your pajamas and bed hair."

"Gee, that would look good for the paps." I mumble, moving out of the bed. I drag myself down to the kitchen plop at the table, waiting for him to shower and all that.

He finally comes down, "Did you want food? I have maids.. but the bathroom's all free. YOu can wear one of my shirts and the same jeans from last night."

"I'm good, don't eat breakfast often. I'm gonna go shower."

He gets his own bowl of cereal as I go upstairs, going into the bathroom attached to his bedroom that I'd slept in the night before. I tugged off my shirt, grabbing my phone off the night stand. I checked for any texts from Lauren—none.

But there were definitely a bunch of posts from she and the girls.

I shake it off and step into the warm water, washing my body and stepping out to dry off and brush my teeth with one of the spares.

I step out of the bathroom, a yellow towel wrapped around myself and rummage through Justin's drawers before settling on a yellow sweatshirt. I guess I'm feeling the yellow vibe. I tug on a pair of his boxers and my black skinny jeans from the night before, going back down the stairs.

"Is this okay?" I ask uncertainly, standing in front of the older brunette.

His eyes widen, and he breaks into a grin, "You look amazing."I smile, feeling heat rise over my cheeks, "Thanks. Now, we should go before I change my mind."

We take his lambo, and we're at the studio in a few minutes, paps swarming us as we step out. He grabs my hand and leads me into the building.

After a few songs, and some goofing off with his friends, somehow Justin's managed to get me into the booth to sing a new song I'd written.

I can't believe he got me to do this, I think to myself, standing in the booth, setting up the headphones and adjusting the mic.

"So, um, how do I sing?" I ask the boys who are outside of the booth.

"Anyway you want," Scooter says.

"Sing it so that we can tell that it's something meaningful to you," Justin suggests.

I clear my throat and get ready to sing.I'm thinking it overThe way you make me feel all sexy but it's causing me shameI wanna lean on your shoulderI wish I was in love but I don't wanna cause any painAnd if I'm feeling like I'm evil, we've got nothing to gainWhat if I never even see you cuz we're both on a stageDon't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the sameI don't wanna say your love is a waiting gameBaby I'm thinking it overWhat if the way we started made it something cursed from the startWhat if it only gets colderWould you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smartCuz lately I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we areWhat if I never even see you cuz we're both on a stageDon't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the sameI don't wanna say your love is a waiting game....

I end on a nice vibrato and look up to see someone who nearly made me jump out of my skin, the guys with huge smiles on their faces.

"Um, Simon? Mr. Simon Cowell? What are you doing here?" I stammer, suddenly feeling my skin heat up considerably. The didn't tell me he'd be here.. How did they even get him to come?

He smiles, "I'm hunting rabbits, kiddo. Someone here called me to hear you sing. And you nearly killed me, I'll tell you that. Now it's my turn to nearly kill you. You ready?""Uhhhhhh.... I think? Not really...?"

He chuckles, "Paige, how would you like to be my newest act signed to Syco Records?"

"Oh my gosh, you're kidding me, right?!"

"Do I kid?" His face goes straight.

"Um, no. No, sir, not usually.""Well, Paige, are you gonna say yes or no, stupid?!" Justin shouts, grinning ear to ear. He definitely set this up.

I cover my ears, "Sheesh, Justin, shut up. You've got yourself a recording artist, Mr. Cowell.""Well then, welcome to Syco!"