Chapter 1
Vanessa’s POV
That dream was weird. I, Vanessa Evans, talking with Liam of One Direction? Impossible! Wait! Where am I?
I flicker my eyes open slowly. My vision was blurry at first but as it adjusted, this seems like the dressing room backstage.
I quickly sit up straight and a fine young man wearing purple, checkered long sleeves and spiked hair sits before my eyes. That very familiar face shines. It’s too bright that I’m now literally glaring. Yeah, he shines—shines bright like a diamond.
Hmm, Liam?
I narrowed my eyes and scanned him. He’s really Liam! O.O
He furrowed his thick eyebrows and asked, “What?”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and retorted back. ”What?”
“What?”
“What?”
“Anyway, good thing you're awake. Guess what? You had just fainted." He finally explained.
What???
"Man, you are superb. We’ve searched all around the country and I think you deserve the position, as the latest One-D’s member.” the one and only Liam of One Direction said with a big grin plastered on his face.
“Wait a second!!!! Everything's in a rush. You—you want me to be a part of your band?" I chuckled, thinking that I had just misunderstood it maybe.
"Ahh. Yeah...Please?" he begs with his irresistible puppy look on his perf face.
"I have one favour first. Pinch me HARD. Please?” I replied while mimicking his voice with the word ‘please’.
“Huh? Why?”
“Just do it!” I shouted.
He’s unsure but guess what? He really pinched me and what’s worse it stings—a lot! Meaning this is definitely not a dream!
Ok. Rewind.
*Flashback*
“Have a splendid night everyone! I hope you enjoy one of my original songs, entitled ‘You’.” The mic echoed through the audience' loud bickering.
I got to sing inside the bars to earn a living. By the way I’m Vanessa Evans, Vans for short. The name they always call me.
Before anything else, let me tell you something about myself first. I’m 22 years old, British, singer/musician, Directioner—but I’m not a lunatic like the others. XP
My voice echoed through the bar. I sang my heart out.
Finally, their bickering stopped. Everyone groove to the music and I feel so flattered about that fact.
They gave me a round of applause as I ended my song with the last strings of my guitar.
I bowed and give them my best flying kiss. “Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you!”
I headed down the stage and kept my guitar in its case. Someone approached, more of like a bodyguard. I have to say he's big. I'm not sure if I should say muscular but he's big. I felt like a dwarf in front of him. He said someone wants to talk to me.
I followed him as he led me to a man in shades and purple long sleeves sitting on a red couch and drinking... a juice? Guess he’s the one who wanted to say something.
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She's My Man
Fiksi Penggemar“What if everyone actually had only one soul mate, a random person somewhere in the world? And what if that random person your heart has been yearning suddenly comes in your life in the most unexpected way? What will you do?” - - - Vanessa Evans ha...
