Bring Me Back To Life

What Should I Say?

"Wow uh, really? Umm, well, yeah let's talk about it." I said fiddling with my fingers.

"Great." he said and gave me a friendly smile. I smiled back. Great, just, great, what have I gotten myself into?!

"So what should your stage name be?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. Caller? Haha I have no idea." I face palmed. "So where is the concert?"

"We'll umm, er, we can't really take you now, but, we have to go to London." Harry said. I gaped at them. London!? Is he crazy?!

"London?" my mom asked and scratched her head. "Oh, oh alright." I gaped at her too. What the heck is happening to my mom!? She better not go teenage on me!

"Yay!" all the boys said while said. "Ugh!"

"What about school?" I asked and sitting back in my chair.

"Oh well would you like us to call your school, and tell them to give you credits but you won't be here for oh about 3 months." Liam said.

"What??? 3 months?! Oh geez." I put my hand on my head.

"Tara stop, your starting to sound like me!" my mom said laughing.

"Mom stop, your starting to sound like me." I said angrily and turned away. I could feel everyone stare at me. I turned around and Harry was sitting right next to me. Okay, got to admit. He was being pretty sweet. I smiled. He smiled back understandingly. I blushed and looked away. He pulled me back to look at his beautiful green eyes. I moved away and looked out the window.

"Tara." he said. I spun around and saw him looking at me. What? I'm not important. "We need to go get on the plane now." he said and threw me over his shoulder. I tried to kick him but he wouldn't let me. Shiz! Everyone was laughing as I was screaming. Dummys!

I finally gave up and put head in my hands to embarrassed to be seen by people. I'm so ashamed! I looked up and people were chuckling. I made a funny little teenage glare at them.

When we finally got into the plane. I ran on and squirmed into a seat putting a newspaper over my head. I hope Harry doesn't see me. "Hi what's your name?" I perked up and Harry smirked at me.

"Harry? One question, why do you like me so much? You could have any other girl in the world." I said and put my feet o the chair.

"Because, your different. You don't care about looks, and, and your stubborn. I don't like girls who have caked with make up faces. I like the way you look at me with those beautiful blue eyes." I was taken aback. Whoa. That was so sweet!

"Thank you Harold." he laughed at the name I just called him.

"No problem. Hey what if your stage name was plain white T?" he asked smirking. Plain white T?

"That's taken smarty." I said and thought some more.

(Hint hint, choose you your favorite and then comment on it. The one with the most will be on here. Btw you can also make your own.)

"Let's think of a whole bunch." Harry grabbed a piece of paper and we sat at a table.

We thought of tons. Some were stupid though.

Bubble gum

Declora

Butt thread

Pinky

Retardo!

Hats

Ink

That's all we really thought were pretty cool.

"Really Harry, retardo?" I said. I am NOT an idiot!

"Haha yeah." thinks its funny aye? Okay we can play that game.