When Lou and I finished hugging, I ran out to go see the other boys. At first we did single pictures on the rocks and then we all did group ones on the beach. Most of the pictures consisted of us tackling each other and rolling in the sand laughing. By the end of the photoshoot I was just about to go back to the tent to change when I felt a hand grip my arm. It was Niall and I felt my heart sink a little. "Not so fast lad, we're going in the water!" he said dragging me towards the shore. I tried to pull away but I couldn't, he was too strong. Before I knew it, I was being splashed at and tackled. I looked over at Lou who was watching nervously and mouthed "Help". But right as I did so, I felt Harry's strong hands pick me up and take me down underwater. I felt my wig began to fall off so I clasped it close to my head. I was now in a pickle. I could stand up and my wig would fall off, or I could drown and keep my identity. I kept stumbling under water, deeper and deeper into the ocean, still holding on to my drenched wig. I tried opening my eyes under the ocean but saw nothing except water and sand. I started to feel my lungs give out, but I wasn't going to come up to surface. If I died, it wouldn't matter. I had nothing to live for anyway, Logan was gone.
Just as I felt my body begin to go numb, I felt two strong arms wrap around my body as I was being pulled to shore. I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn't. It was like half of me was there, but half of me was gone. Was my wig still on? Who was holding me? I felt two strong hands pushing down on my chest as I started to cough up water. I looked up to be surrounded by the boys, Paul, the photographer, and all the stylists. They were all staring at me. Oh god. My wig. I slowly reached my hands up to my head to feel the fake set of hair still on, as I let out a sigh of relief.
After a couple minutes, my body came out of numbness and I stood up coughing. "You could of told me you couldn't swim! This is all my fault." Niall said sitting on the sand with his head in his hands. All I wanted was to just give him a strong hug and tell him it wasn't his fault, but I couldn't. "Yeah dude...I almost killed you." Harry said patting my back. I quickly apologized to all the guys and Paul for the scare, and they got over it. "Alright Tyler, let's go! I'll take you home." Paul screamed from the car. I quickly walked over but I heard footsteps from behind me. "Paul actually the boys and I wanted to take Tyler home, ya know, give you a break. We need some bonding time."Harry said with his cheeky grin. Paul hesitated giving all of them, but especially Harry, a suspicious face and then handed him the keys. Great Harry was driving. ever since Logan's accident, I'd hate being driven around by other people. I don't trust them. Even though it wasn't Logan's fault for the accident, it still happened when I wasn't the one driving. After Logan, jail, and my parents' divorce, I basically learned to trust no one but myself.
"So do you have a twitter?" Liam asked from the back seat. "uh nope." I replied calmly. "What?" Niall yelled from the very back. "Should I make one?" I asked. They all nodded so I pulled out my phone and started to make one for "Tyler Jacobs" , One Direction's new opening act. I created it and then set it down. "Here well shout you out!" Liam and Niall said in sync. I shrugged, this would be fun. The rest of the ride the boys were just being immature and singing in the backseat, but Harry would everyone once in a while look at me. Not just glance, I mean actually stare at me. I could feel his eyes glued on mine, so I'd turn away. If he remembered Taylor Sparks' unique Carmel eyes, he could put it all together. And I did NOT want Harry of all the boys, to know who I was.
When we finally reached my house I got out and said my goodbyes. The boys told me I had to meet them at the hotel in a week for when the tour began, I had to practice my numbers by myself all week, and they'd be now practicing their numbers for the whole week. When I stepped in side and watched their car leave I let out the most high pitch girl scream I possibly could. I ripped off my wig and ran upstairs. "Mom! I'm home!" I screamed when I reached her door, but was in for a rude awakening. I opened the door to find my mom in bed with one of my old Disney managers. I screamed in shock once I saw them and quickly ran back downstairs with tears beginning to fill my eyes. I could hear my mom screaming behind me but I didn't listen. Right when I thought home was where I wanted to be, I was wrong. So wrong. I quickly whipped out my phone and dialed the boys number but immediately hung up when I realized I was now a girl in boy clothes. I went behind a bush and put on my wig carefully and pulled out my phone again. But this time I called Vanessa. The minute she picked up she screamed when I told her I got it. I then told her I needed somewhere to stay so she came within minutes and picked me up in her Mercedes. "Dang you're pretty hot for a guy." she giggled as I got in the car. I flipped her off and took off my wig. I told her everything, about the club, about almost getting caught, and even about my mom. She told I could stay at her house for a week do I didn't have to see my mom. My dad lived in New York now anyway and I had no intention of going to live with him for a week.
The rest of the week flew by. I practiced everyday all of my songs and Vanessa and I would constantly go shopping for new boy clothes. I was no constantly on my Tyler twitter talking to the boys and joking around with them. All except Harry. He didn't like me that much as a guy. I didn't understand why, but the last thing I wanted was to question him. Thanks to Liam, Louis, and Niall I already had over 700,000 twitter followers, without the fans even hearing me sing yet. I was starting to get that good feeling back. That feeling of confidence, and the simple feeling that you loved life. I knew I would hate the minute the tour ended, and I'd have to back to my life of being hated. But singing even for a short amount of time will be worth it, I told myself.
When it was the day I was finally going back to the hotel to see the boys, Vanessa helped me get ready. We stopped by my house and picked up all the things I needed. On my bed there was a note and I already knew it was from my mother. I picked it up and ripped it immediately. I didn't care what she had to say. What she did was unacceptable. She should of known not to mess with me. Of all people she should of known my heart was broken enough.
When Vanessa dropped me off at the hotel I was greeted by about 20 screaming fans. They all ran up to me and attacked me, pulling at my clothes and hair. I carefully held onto my head so my wig wouldn't fall off. "Girlls, we can talk just stop touching me!" I yelled in a sexy man tone. They all giggled and stepped away. They asked me to sing and so I did a little and they all smiled and complimented me. They asked for pictures and autographs so I did both, and quickly came up with I guess what my signature was now. A big T with Jacobs in cursive after that. Before I could even finish talking to all the fans, Paul came out and dragged me inside away from them. He gave me a key to the suite that we were now all sharing so I headed up and said hi to the boys. Liam and Harry were on the floor playing some video game, Niall was eating at the table while Louis was drinking some tea, and Zayn was passed out on the couch. "Rough night?" I said as I entered the door. They all cheered and ran up to hug me. Our first concert would be tommorow, so today we had the day off, but we really just sat around. Niall asked me to do a twit cam with him so we did, and after that I was recieving tons of tweets about how much fans loved me. Some people were even calling me the sixth member, but I shook it off. That could never happen.
After a long day we all went to sleep. I shared a room with Liam that night and was much more comfortable. We had a deep conversation before we actually fell asleep and it made me think about how attached I was becoming to these boys. And that scared me. Everyone in my life has either hurt me or left me. Vannessa and I haven't always been on best terms, my dad left, my mom hurt me, my fans hurt me, and most of all, Logan left me. He left me alone without any goodbye. He was the type of guy that I thought I was going to marry. He treated me perfectly, like a princess and he was always there for me. I haven't been able to get that feeling again, except for two people all in one night. Niall and Harry. Harry had that rough edge, that you left wanting more. But Niall had that gentle touch, that made you never want to leave him. But it all didn't matter right? I was not Taylor Sparks at the moment and I wouldn't be for a while. And anyway, I made a promise. A promise to never love again, and I wasn't going to let a couple butterflies in my stomach ruin that.
I tossed and turned in my bed but I couldn't fall asleep. I had too many thoughts in my head so I turned my head towards the clock. 4 am. I groaned immediately and tiptoed out of bed to the kitchen. I poured myself some cereal and sat on the couch. "Can't sleep?" I heard a husky voice behind me. I whipped around to see his messy curls flopping all over his face. I nodded. He plopped himself next to me and put his feet on top of my knees stretching out. "Piss off!" I hissed, pushing his feet off. He let out a little giggle and just stared at me. Eventually I became even more uncomfortable so I said, "What?" "Nothing. Just trying to figure you out." he said. I just stared at him blankly. What did he mean? "What's there to figure out hmm?" I asked with a smirk. "I don't know, you're mysterious. I mean we haven't known each other for a while so I don't expect you to tell me everything right away but I want you to know where brothers now, and we're always here to talk about anything." he said in a deep voice. I nodded shyly and just looked down at my cereal. I had lost my appetite by now so I just set it down. For some reason there was a tiny part of me that wanted to tell him. I just wanted stress to be released from myself, but I couldn't. "And I get the feeling you don't like me, so I want to make sure that we can change that! Because I hate seeing you all close with the other boys and then act all weird around me." he said shyly. I looked up at him to see his sad, green eyes. "Is it something I did or..." he continued but I cut him off. I felt all the control in my body be let go as I couldn't stop myself. I now had my lips strongly planted on his...
