Becoming the Fifth Second of Summer - a FanFiction

untitled love song

Write. Write. Write.

Calum words replay in my head.

Write. Write. Write.

I need to get these feelings out onto paper. After 'Vapor' I immediately felt the benefits of writing. I could finally say the words i felt so hard, without saying them exactly. Emotions are hard, for me anyways. It feels right to sing them. It feels right to play my guitar, and feel the vibrations of each feeling though my fingers.

After i told the guys about Marcus, we played more songs. Michael was right when he said that playing was a good way to let go of stuff. To sing out all of your emotions, and play them out of your head. We ran through the set list again, but Sarah came down to say that it was too late to be practising still, and that I was too young to stay up past midnight. I hated it when she said that. I felt like me again. Young, inexperienced, unequal to the other guys. But, like my Dad always says, I have to stay grounded. Dont get ahead of yourself. Anyways, i know she was only looking out for me. They guys followed me up the stairs, all volunteering to take up my bags. I started for the front door, getting out my phone to call a cab, but Sarah stopped me.

'What are you doing?' she asked, looking confused. The boy stared blankly at me.

'Calling a cab to take me to my hotel.' I said, as though it was obvious.

'Hotel? Daisy..' Calum laughs.

'We have a bed for you upstairs!' Sarah says, chuckling and gesturing up the floating steps.

I flush red. God. How many times am i going to blush this weekend? I smile, and say thank you to everybody. I follow the boys upstairs, Sarah coming up behind me. I look ahead, taking in every inch of this gorgeous house. My eyes widen in awe when Ashton opens the door to the guest room.

3 White walls, with a single pain of glass covering the 4th, overlooking the garden, and the city skyline. A huge double bed is laden with fluffy cushions and what seems like hundreds of soft blankets. A sheepskin rug lies between the door and the window, with a single comfortable looking chair, angled with its back against the glass. Another door is to the left, which is slightly ajar. I can see a shower and a toilet through the small crack. It gleams with cleanliness. I walk in, concious that my shoes could possibly ruin the expensive carpet underfoot. Ash steps ahead, resting my bags at the foot of the bed, and turns around to smile at me.

'Will this suit, my lady?' He does a funny bow, and we laugh. '

'Guys, this is amazing!' I walk into the middle of the room, then look at Ashton, and the other boys leaning against the door frame. 'Thank you so much for this opourtunity, I realise how lucky i am, and i only have you to thank for this.' They smile back at me, accepting what i said.

'You deserve it Daisy, you're so special, and you are so talented.' Luke says sincerely.

'Plus, we are all just really jealous of how good a writer you are..' Michael says jokily, running his hands through his white hair. I love that colour on him. I smile, and i feel the apples of my cheeks almost blind me.

'Alright guys, leave her be. Big day tomorrow.' Sarah calls from the landing. The guys say their goodnights, and i awkwardly wave goodbye as they go off to their private spaces. Sarah pops her head around the door.

'Do you have everything you need? Towels and shower stuff are in the cupboard in the en suite, and if you need any, uh , lady-stuff you can ask me okay?' She giggles at the mention of the taboo subject, and i do too. 'Thanks Sarah, I really appreciate everything you have done for me.' I beam, she really has been so inviting. 'Great. Just let me know if the boys get a bit much, I feel myself getting a bit like that sometimes haha. Goodnight then! Im just across the landing if you need me!' she vanishes, and the light in the landing turns of, leaving me in my beautiful room. I stare around me. My eyes travel to the chair in the corner. I grab my guitar, and sit down, staring into the blackened horizon.

I sigh, how amazing.

Who am i kidding? I am not going to sleep tonight.

Lets write.

I pull my guitar onto my lap, and reach over to my notebook. I start to play a few chords, major, then minor. I stare into my reflection in the glass, and i see Marcus coming up behind me. I gasp. I snap my head around behind me, wanting to see him. Nothing. Just my mind i guess. I shake my head. How stupid.

Write, Daisy. I start to create a little melody. I revise it, making changes here and there. I like it. Its quite dark, but i guess thats what it is. I write some lyrics to go with it.

She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home.

I wish i was, i wish i was, beside you.

She lies awake, Im trying to find the words to say,

I wish i was, I wish i was, beside you.

I stop suddenly. I hear a creaking of the floor behind my door. I run around, furrowing my brow.

I hear footsteps quickly scuttle away again, then a door shutting.

Who was that?