Double Act (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Four: Surpise Guests

Double Act - Chapter 34

~~ Lara's P.O.V ~~

"Liv?" I murmured, the microphone shaking in my hand. My sister turned to me, and frowned, indicating that I should tell her what I wanted to tell her. "I can't do this,"

She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Lara, you've said that every week and yet you've always done it,"

I swallowed. "But I really, really think that it's a bad idea for me to go out there.. o-on that stage," I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. "With all those people watching," I finished, barely above a whisper this time.

"You can't bail on me now, kiddo!" Liv teased lightly, turning to face me. "Look, I know for sure that if you don't go out there, for the rest of your life you will wish you had," she told me sincerely. "Plus, if you don't come with me on that stage, I will frickin' murder your ass," she glared at me playfully, teasing a small smile out of me.

I thought about that; Letting my sister down, after all that time she was there for me; Letting my brother down, after all he'd been through; Letting Louis down, after all those times he believed in me, in us. No. I was going to go on that stage, and I was going to give the best performance the world had ever see-

Actually, let's not get too ambitious, eh?

"You ready?" Liv asked, peering out of the wings at the audience with a small smile on her face.

I swallowed. "No,"

"Great, let's go,"

Liv grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the stage as our weekly rehearsal video flashed on the screens around us. I stared at the floor, blanking the audience out until a thought came to me.

How well I did right then would determine if we win the competition, or if we leave knowing we just missed out. It all came down to that minute, right there. No second chances.

And that's the thought that knocked the breath from my lungs.

I looked at my sister, a look of desperation on my face, and she saw me. Her eyes showed sympathy, but she smiled. Smiled. I was going to die and she was smiling. But as Dermot introduced us down the lense of a camera, she pointed to something in front the audience as she smiled like a maniac. I turned slowly, and I squinted as I searched for what she was pointing at. And then I froze.

There was a man standing there. He looked horrible, if I'm being honest with you, but it was the best thing I'd seen in my entire life. He was in a wheelchair, with a light-brown-haired girl standing with tear stained cheeks behind the wheelchair, and his own eyes were glistening. But as I looked, a grin appeared on his pale face, and he lifted a hand and gave me a thumbs up. The hand had a wire sticking out of it, attached to a bag that was attached to the back of the wheelchair.

James.

He made it. He kept his promise. And he was here. And my eyes watered at the sight of him.

I blinked back the tears as to not make anyone watching suspicious and looked down at my guitar neck. I placed my fingers on the strings, and looked back up to James. I pointed at him, and then gestured to where my heart was before beginning to pluck the strings to a slow but steady beat. Liv smiled and opened her mouth. (Play the video on the side here, if you wish)

"There was, a time,

I thought, that you did everything right..."

~~ James' P.O.V ~~