It's All These Little Things

A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first fan fic! Sorry if its not good :) Tell me what you think! Also, this whole story up until probably the last few chapters will be told as a flash back. Hope you like it!

          "Be strong Ari. Remember I love you, and nothing will come between us. And Please, just don’t forget about me…” he said with a half-smile, as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

          I guess I should explain how I ended up in this terrible scene. My life was everything one could imagine. School came easily, bikinis fit well, and I always had my close friends there to support me whenever I needed. As some would say, my life was “movie worthy”. But all stories have a twist somewhere right? Or else they wouldn’t be an interesting tale. Maybe God decided my life story wasn’t interesting enough. Or maybe fate just holds a really strong grudge against me. Either way, I wouldn’t trade this twists and bumps for anything, because they made my story something that when I reflect back, I can be proud of it. I can say with a smile on my face, “I’m Arianna Smith, and this was my life.”

                                                        2 and a half Years back

“God, why do we have to take chorus?! I thought this was America. Land of the Free right? Well then why can’t I get out of the class from hell?” I vented angrily, as I walked with my 2 best friends to our next class.

“Um, Ari, you go to an art school. What do you expect?” Claire replied, smirking at my frustration. Claire Brady had been my best friend since kindergarten. It was during the first week of school that we met. She had the box of 99 crayons, and I had the cookies. Needless to say, after we worked up the courage to talk to each other, our friendship was unbreakable.

“I didn’t come for chorus! I came for art! Like, drawing or painting. You know that! I also came under the impression that I would have a choice in my “artistic” classes…” I said, muttering the last part under my breath.

“Calm down Ari.” Lexie said with a smirk. She and Clair were like my sisters. In seventh grade, she moved to Florida all the way from Britain. Her long blond locks, piercing hazel eyes, and fancy British accent make her the “it” girl as soon as she stepped foot into the school. Yet instead of joining the popular cheerleaders or models, it was our table she sat at on the first day. I guess our weirdness was inviting or something. Since that first day though, she became our third sister.

As we walked through the halls on our way to the class from hell, I looked at all the art on the wall. All three of us went to Artscape High, a school that was made up of kids with an intrest in the arts. Claire was a drama geek, Lexie loved to write and play music, and I loved to draw. Drawing was an escape for me. Whenever I could, I always had my hands on my diary. Now I know most people tend to write in a diary, but I draw. Pictures tell more of my story then words ever could. Some people are blessed with the ability to put words on a page ad tell a beautiful story, but for me, my drawing tells it better.

“Ari!” Lexie called, knocking me out of my trance. We had arrived at the chorus room, and I began to brace myself for the class ahead. Not only would singing be the death of me, but our teacher was a witch! Ms. Myers hated me. It was like I had killed her puppy in a past life and she somehow was able to hold a massive grudge against me. As we walked in to take our seats and warm up, I could feel her steely glare landing on me. I shivered, and continued pretending to warm up my voice.

“Now class. Today before we start rehearsals, I would like to try something new. I will pick one person each day perform a song of their choice as a solo. It will be completely random. I hope you all with practice outside of class to ensure that if you are picked, we will not be disappointed.” She said with a fake smile plastered on her face. “So for the soloist today, I would like to hear Arianna Smith.”

I froze. My blood ran cold, and my body went stiff. There was no way I could sing in front of everyone! I began looking around wildly, hoping to find something that would save me from this inevitable embarrassment. As I glanced around, I caught sympathetic looks from Clair and Lexie, but nothing that could distract Ms. Myers.

“I uh, I pass” I stuttered, focusing on my shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

“Oh no passing is not an option.” she said, looking directly at me with her glare that could turn water into stone. “Now come on. Sing.” She demanded, her fake smile turning into a smirk as she watched my nervous movements.

“Uh-uh um okay.” I stuttered, trying desperately to hide my nervousness. I scanned my brain for a song, and with a shaky breath, I began to sing.

“I’m broken. Do you hear me? I’m blinded, cause you are everything I see. I’m dancing alone. I’m praying that your heart will just turn around. And as I walk up to the door, my head turns to face the floor. Cause I can’t look you in the eyes and I say. When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won’t feel right. Cause I can’t love you more than this. When he lays you down I might just die inside. It just don’t feel right. Cause I can’t love you more than this, can’t love you more than this.”

I finished the solo and slowly looked up. All heads were turned towards me, and the room was completely silent. Slowly, Lexie began to clap her hands, and the whole class followed. A small smile began to tug at my lips, but I immediately hid it and worked on reducing the blush that was forming on my cheeks.

“Very well.” Said Ms. Myers, turning to the piano to begin class without even casting me a second glance. As class continued, my focus was anywhere but there. Was it bad? Horrible? I just can’t even believe my voice betrayed my head and sang! Finally, the bell sounded and I ran to Lexie and Claire. I was waiting for sympathetic hugs and reassuring comments, but that was certainly not their plan.

“How could you not tell us you had an amazing voice?!” Claire shrieked, catching me completely off guard.

“It was like an angel! Absolutely brilliant! Why haven’t you ever sung for us?” Lexie yelled, shaking my shoulders as they interrogated me.

“I have terrible stage fright! And don’t sugar coat it. I have an awful voice so you guys don’t have to lie to me. It’s really okay.” I stated calmly, hoping something would come along to end the dreaded conversation about my voice.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Claire chided. “It was absolutely gorgeous. I just cannot believe you didn’t sing for us before!”

“I have terrible stage fright! I told you that. And-“

“OH MY GOD!!” Lex screamed, interrupting my many excuses. “You should audition for the X Factor!”

“Absolutely not. There is no way in hell I would sing in front of Simon Cowell. I mean, what kind of repayment would that be? He created 5 amazing angels and to thank him I burst his eardrums and make his head throb with my terrible voice? No thank you” I stated. You see, One Direction could be considered my life. My walls were covered in their faces, and I had every album and song the second it was released. Almost every username I have involves their names, and I have seen almost every video and interview they have ever created. Was I obsessed? Some may think that. But I was really just a dedicated directioner. Neither of the girls was as dedicated as me, but they certainly enjoyed their music and wonderful British and Irish bodies. Let’s just say, fangirling was not an uncommon occurrence.

“Oh please Ari. He would love your voice. You may not admit it, but your voice is amazing. You will audition even if I have to drag your pretty little butt into the room” Claire said very sure of herself.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I replied, sighing heavily as we walked towards the cafeteria. She wouldn’t actually make me audition. Right?