heartache doesn't last forever (one direction//emblem 3 fanfic) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8;; sleepovers and confessions

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Deema's POV

I got in the drivers seat with louis in the passenger seat next to me, the others all squeezed into my 5 seater, fizz sat on zayns lap, he didnt seem to mind at all.... OOOOOHH, zaynie has a crushhh, im gonna get him to confess tonight if its the last thing i do, i nudged louis, pointed to them and raised an eyebrow at them. he soon caught on and started laughing at the oblivious teenagers.

i started up the car and started driving to the hotel liam told us to go to, i know every part of london so it wasnt that hard, we opened the radio to prevent any awkwardness, it was ed sheeran - you need me i dont need you, i put it up and began to sing along.... I FRIGGING LOVE GINGER JESUS

Now I’m in town, break it down, thinking of making a new soundPlaying a different show every night in front of a new crowdThat’s you now, ciao, seems that life is great nowSee me lose focus, as I sing to you loudAnd I can’t, no, I won’t hush I’ll say the words that make you blush I’m gonna sing this now (ow, ow)

See, I’m true, my songs are where my heart is I’m like glue, I stick to other artists I’m not you, now that would be disastrous Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures See, I’m real, I do it all, it’s all me I’m not fake, don’t ever call me lazy I won’t stay put, give me the chance to be free Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me

‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you at all You need me, man, I don’t need you

You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you at all You need me

I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell Call yourself a singer-writer you’re just bluffing Your name’s on the credits and you didn’t write nothing I sing fast, I know that all my shit’s cool I will blast and I didn’t go to Brit School I came fast with the way I act, right I can’t last if I’m smoking on a crack pipe

And I won’t be a product of my genre My mind will always be stronger than my songs are Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia And musically I’m demonstrating When I perform live, feels like I am meditating Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me ‘A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi’

‘Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you You need me, man, I don’t need you, at all You need me, man, I don’t need you

when i finished, everyone was staring at me, their mouths open

"wow, im not that bad am i?" i teased, clutching my heart as if it got shot

"no! that was so good! how come i didnt know you could sing like that?" louis replied quickly. i blushed and noticed, this was the first ever time anyone had heard me sing in public.

"um, im really shy when it comes to this, i didnt want anyone to know, but i guess its too late" i said with a shrug and returned my attention to the road, there was a brief silence, until the next song came on

" you'll find us chasing the sun, oh oh oh oh oh oh o-" the radio blared before louis turned it off

" i will not listen to that crap...." louis declared. we all shrugged and went on with our awkward silence