Forever and Always (The Collective, One Direction and The Wanted Fanfic)

Live Shows 8 - Part 1

(A/N)

Hey, so I haven't edited all the chapters yet! Also I i forgot to update the story so ill probably put another chapter up earlier in the week! Sorry! 

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Dear Austin,

Wow, what a week last week was! Super awesome, amazing fantastic whatever!

Just plain incredible

I’ve been feeling really happy lately. I feel like there’s nothing I can't do.

I feel like nothing’s wrong at all.

But I know something is.

Just two weeks ago, I was super tired and moody and all that shit.

Looking back on my life, it’s always been like that. Happy and emerging one week, depressed and tired the next, happy, sad, happy, sad.

Have you ever felt like that?

Or is it just me?

After the success of last week, everything seems to be looking up… For now.

Everything has to come down… And then it goes up… And then it goes down and up and down and up and down and up and down then down and down ever more and stays there…

Because you're dead.

But for now, things are looking up and I intend to try to keep it up there for as long as possible.

Love,

AJ

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Jayden and I are sitting on opposite ends of his bed, talking and listening to music. ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ is playing and even though I’m not the biggest fan of One Direction, I don’t mind because at least I’m with Jayden.

“You know, this song reminds me of you.” Jayden comments.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t know you're beautiful” He sings the last part.

“Lol?”

“I’m serious.” He says, “You don’t need make-up to cover up. Being the way that you are is enough. Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you.”

“Well, I don’t wear make-up unless I have to… But not because I don’t think I need to. It’s ‘cause it’s really annoying and bad for you skin.”

“Still, Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. And when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell. You don’t know oh, oh, oh, you don’t know you're beautiful.”

“I guess I’m starting to see some relevance…”

“See?”

“What about us?” I ask, “What’s our song?”

“Our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late tapping on your window. When we’re on the phone and you talk reeeeeeal slow. Cause it’s late and your momma don’t know.”

“No, it’s more like:

Our song is the slamming hotel door, rocking out on the Xfactor stage floor. When I’m on my phone and we text reeeal slow. Cause it’s late and our bandmates don’t know. Our song is the way we laugh, the first date “she didn’t keep my beanie and she should have.” And when I got home, before I said amen, asking God if he, could play it again.”