Leave Me Alone! (Niall Horan)

Chapter 22

Author's Note: Well, my reads are still screwed up; hopefully, someone will fix that soon enough. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and smile a couple of times. Maybe you'll even have a laugh; who knows? =) Since the reads are still screwed up, if you enjoyed this chapter, just vote or comment to let me know that you're still reading, and still find the story interesting. Your opinions mean the world to me! Well, here's the chapter; enjoy! --Ekat =)

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Hannah’s P.O.V.

            “It’s nice to meet you Hannah,” Simon said with a smile, sticking his hand out for me to shake. I didn’t want to be rude, so I politely shook back. It’s not his fault that Zayn’s being a dick right now.

            “Same; I just wish it was under different circumstances,” I reply, pulling apart from the handshake.

            “I don’t understand,” Simon said, furrowing his eyebrows together. Obviously Zayn didn’t tell him. “Zayn asked me to come over to talk about the video that you guys sent of you singing.”

            “Well what Zayn didn’t tell you is that he took that video without my permission, and sent it to you without me knowing,” I replied, shooting a glare in Zayn’s direction.

            “Oh,” Simon said out of shock. “Well, if you don’t mind me saying, you have a beautiful voice.”

            “Umm, thanks,” I say, not really knowing how to take the compliment.

            “And if you’d like, I’d like to see what you can do in a studio,” Simon offered, not knowing how I would react.

            “She would love to,” Zayn says, answering for me without asking. He probably didn’t ask because he already knows what my answer would be.

            “No she would not,” I say, my voice taking it up a couple of notches. I lose the glare as I turn my look from Zayn to Simon. “I’m sorry Simon, but I’m going to have to turn down that offer. As flattered as I am by you being here in person to ask me, I want absolutely nothing to do with singing. I’m sorry that Zayn brought you here under false pretenses.”

            “So am I, but nonetheless, it was still a great opportunity to meet you,” Simon said with a small smile. I like this guy. Television portrays him as a douche, but he’s a real nice guy with a good sense of humor. Although, the anger in his eyes when he looked at Zayn was really scary. “So Zayn, would you mind telling me why you lied to me. Don’t get me wrong, I love coming to see you boys, but lying to me isn’t the right thing to do.”

            “Ugh, I know Simon,” Zayn says, running his hands through his hair. “I just can’t believe that there’s someone that can sing like she can, but she doesn’t even want the world to know about her gift.”

            “Why is it so important?” I asked out of curiosity.

            “Because the amount of power you have is incredible,” Zayn said with wide eyes. “But at the same time, you have an amazing amount of control. When you were singing “Naked Love”, you hit those high notes, but your grip on the notes didn’t loosen. Then when you sang “Lego House”, you shocked me with the runs you were doing, and the style you were adding to the song.”

            “Thanks,” I reply, looking down at the floor with a slight blush. I’ve never been one to receive a lot of compliments. And when I did, the people saying them never really meant the words that they were saying.