Seven Months

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Love At Last

"One day while my light is glowing, I'll be in my castle calling, but until the gates are open I just want to feel this moment." -Feel This Moment Pitbull featuring Christina Aguilera

Sometimes life throws things at you; things you did not need or want. But you accept these things because that's the only thing you can do. I'm accepting the fact that I have no idea how to tell Jacob that I love him.

How does one tell someone they're in love with them? If you have any ideas please do share, I'm all ears. I've never been in this situation before, it's foreign territory for me. I feel like one wrong move and I'll lose everything.

I know, dramatic right?

I jotted down the final word with a sigh. I had been at this all day, my garbage can holding evidence. I think this one is my favorite. I wrote the title at the top of the page; Red. My messy loopy handwriting filled not only this page, but many others.

I hummed the tune under my breath, the pencil in my hand tapping against the paper. I stood up, still humming, as I shoved the notebook into my bag. I had a meeting with Simon that I was probably late for, and I still wasn't dressed.

I pulled on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a teal off the shoulder jumper, and my light brown cowboy boots. I ran a brush through my curls, grabbed my brown shoulder bag, and walked out the door with Alex.

I hadn't seen Jacob since he told me about his feelings for me. Electra said she hadn't seen him all that much, but she's been in her room face-timing Max, but I wasn't complaining. She's said that they were doing good, and she was talking to him daily. I didn't know if they were going out yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were.

The ride to Syco Records was quiet. I think Alex was still kind upset over Lectra. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. When we arrived, I climbed out, but Alex stayed seated. I sighed, shaking my head, and walking into the building.

"Excuse me." The receptionist looked up from her computer, and smiled a very fake smile. "I have a meeting with Si- I mean Mr. Cowell." She rolled her eyes, and looked back at her computer. I waited.

"He's in his office. Down the hall, last door on the left." Well isn't she a bucket full of sunshine. I shook my head, rolling my eyes as I walked down the hallway. Sure enough, down the hallway, the last door on the left had a plaque that read Simon Cowell, Producer.

I knocked on the door, and heard a faint "Come in". I peeled open the door, to see a very angry Simon. Oops. I stepped into the room, and the door clicked shut behind me. No turning back down. "Where have you been?" Ooh no, I'm screwed. He's angry. Good bye beautiful world, I'll miss you.

"Um." I scratched the back of my neck nervously. "Finishing this." I pulled my notebook out of my bag, and threw it onto his desk. He raised an eyebrow, picking it up.

"You did all of these?" I nodded, watching as he flipped through the pages, his eyes reading over everything. "If I have ever questioned your talent before, I never will again." He mumbled to himself, scanning through all of my songs.

To say my meeting with Simon went well would be an understatement. I had all of my songs written, all I have to do is record them, which Simon said wouldn't be to hard, it was just tiring and a strain on your vocal chords.

I was currently leaning against my doorframe, staring at Jacob's door that was directly diagonal from me. I was trying to muster up the courage and confidence to knock on it, but I just kept picturing myself knocking, and when he opened it, all that pretend confidence would disappear and I'd look like an idiot.