Bring Me Back To Life

"Tara!" my mom screamed from down stairs.

"Yeah?" I screamed back down.

"Are you ready to go yet?" she asked.

"Almost." I said and ran to pack some more. I shoved in all of my tank tops, jumpers, T-s, pants, shorts. Everything. I grabbed all of my pictures from my bed. I put them in wrapping and set them carefully into a different suit case. Then I grabbed all bathroom supply's and stuffed them into my third suitcase. Ahh. Finally. I fell onto the bed. It crashed though. Shiz! I got up and tried to fix it. The guys said they would get it though, you know the guys that throw the furniture out if you buy new furniture with your new house, and Yada Yada Yada!

I thanked them and ran out to the car. We finally hit the road. "Hey Tara?" My mom asked.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Do you mind driving in about an hour?" she asked. Well duh! Of course I could I mean. I am 17.

"No probs mom just wake me in an hour." I said and drifted slowly into a deep sleep.

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I woke up to my mom shaking me. I burst my eyes open. We were parked on the side of the highway. "Hun, hun, we're out of gas." I looked out the window. Cars were passing by quickly. I looked at mom and she immediately knew what I was thinking. "No! We are not hitch hiking!"

"Do you want to die in the desert?!" I said and grabbed some cardboard we had for some reason in the back. I quickly wrote down. 'Out Of Gas, Need to Get To Oregon.' My mom sighed. Before you know it we were holding up the signs on the side of a highway. I feel so much like a hobo! It's so hot! I was about to give up but then a familiar black van slowed down and stopped. Wait is this... No it couldn't be! They looked out the window and told us we could have a ride.

"Do you think you can tow our car too?" my mom was asking hopefully. I was leaning on our car trying not to burn my buns off from the hot metal. "Honey! Get our bags they said they'll hook us up!" I made a pfft sound and rolled my eyes. I grabbed our suitcases and was about to open the door. It swung open and smack me in the forehead.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" asked 5 boys standing over me. Wait this is... Oh my! I sprung up. I dusted myself off and thanked them. "Are you a fan?" asked one boy with blonde hair and an Irish accent which was obviously Niall.

"Yeah but, not like those crazed fans just a fan. Like oh cool I like their songs." I said and they shrugged and said okay. I can't believe I'm sitting in One Directions van. This is so weird.

It turns out that their manager Simon was driving them. Wow. Simon got out and hooked our car up.

"Harry stop looking at me." I said uncomfortably. He smiled and looked away. Weirdo.

I looked out the window and realized they were all staring at me now! "Why are you staring at me?" I asked and poked all of their noses.

"Because they like you Tara." my mom said. I blushed and face palmed.

"Your eyes are pretty." they said as if they were in sync. I shifted uncomfortably again. Why is this being so awkward!

"Umm, th-thank you?" I glancing at them. Yep. They still are staring.

"Guys, stop staring at her like she's some man lady with a beard." Simon said. Thank you Simon. Weird sentence. But thank you anyways. The boys chuckled and stopped staring.

"Okay so it turns out we have a surprise concert so, would you two like to come to the concert?" Simon asked me and my mom. My mom looked at me and we both nodded.

Harry scooted closer to me. I scooted away from him. He just kept scooting closer though. "Stop scooting away Tara." he said and grabbed my waist. I shivered.

"Your weird Styles." I said and walked to the other side of the van. I ended up sitting by Louis. He smiled a weird but funny smile at me. I was laughing really hard until they all started tickling me! "Ahh! Aha! No! Stop! Hahahaha!" they kept tickling me. I finally kicked them away and put my knees to my chest. I was facing them ready to kick one who snuck over here.

"You guys are crazy!" I said laughing. They all laughed. Harry scooted next to me again. Crap! "Harry I will kick you!" my mom smirked but then glared at me. My mom was talking to Simon about... Oh no! He can't know I sing!

"Yeah she likes to sing from other songs. Her favorites are Ed Sheeran, and this other band I is called-." she started to say.

"No mom! I don't want to!" I said cutting her off.

"Please continue...?" he was waiting for her name.

"Elle." she said smiling sweetly. I tried to protest but someone covered my mouth and pulled me into their lap. I turned around and saw Harry smirking. I glared and tried to get out of his grasp. Oh who am I kidding? He works out like everyday, and I just run in P.E or something.

I heard them talking up front. "Do you think she will want to sign? Because she is very pretty, and if she can sing pretty well, what if I sign her up for both modeling and singing?! I mean, the models would like a new fresh girl for them to dress up." Simon chuckled. My mom looked at me and nodded. What?! I can't sing! I don't want to I mean!

"Looks like you are soon becoming famous." said Harry into my ear. Ew! Harry breath! I got an arm free and wiped the spit off my ear, and wiped it on Harry's face. He wailed and let me go. I smirked and sat by Liam.

"So sing something Tara." Liam and Louis said. I shook my head no but the just kept asking.

"Fine! What do I sing?" I asked huffing and slumping in my chair. They looked out into space until they finally decided on Ed Sheeran song, Give Me Love. Liam handed me an acoustic that appeared out of nowhere. I looked at him weirdly but shrugged. I then began to sing.

"Give me love, like her

Cause lately I've been wakin up alone.

Paint splattered tear drops on my shirt

I told you I'd let them go

And ill fight my corner baby tonight ill call ya

After my blood, turns into alcohol

I just wanna hold ya

I stopped there because my dad died on that part. He had a stroke and he died. I looked down. I glanced up and they all gaped at me. Simon smiled. I blushed and looked down.

"Tara?" Simon asked. My head shot up.

"Yeah?" I said looking at the boys. Oh no, they don't think.

"I want to sign you in on a contract." he replied like it was awesome and whatever. "And if you want, sign you in for being a model also." my mouth was probably at the floor. I probably looked like a fish trying to breathe on land. Haha funny.