"Alright everyone, who's ready for the one?" I say in the microphone quietly - and everyone screamed at the top of their lungs.
Laughing I ran my hand through my hair and looked over my shoulder at my boys who nod, "Alright everyone, this is a cover of All Time Low's Forget About It"
The boys either started strumming or hitting their drums and I started to sing while the crowd of mixed ages sang along and danced - someone even started a freaking mosh pit over to the right.
"You know... There are some days where I really feel like this could work; like you and I are finally gonna get it right" I leaned back as Jordan does his bit and I leaned back into the microphone.
"Then there are days like today, when you make me wanna tear my fucking hair out" I say and everything goes quiet - everyone stood still and I smirks, "'Cause I feel, like a bad joke, walk the tight rope to hold onto you. Was it real? Or a love scene, from a band dream. I don't think I can forget about it" everyone roared to life as I continued and we finished the song.
"Alright - that's it for tonight! Say hey to Running Wild who will be performing for the rest of the night!" I yelled and everyone cheered and clapped and I got my butt off of the stage.
"Good job Hailey!" everyone pats my back as Rico struts over to me, twirling his drum sticks.
"How are you holding up chica?"
"As well as anyone would in my shoes" I mutter.
"Aie chica, smile, at least you will have a hot tub in the living room"
"A hot tub in my living room...?" I asked him, completely confused with his thinking as I packed my gear up.
"Yeah - since this guys rich and all, at least you'll have a hot tub in the living room - you know, I think i'll have to move in with you - then we can have Taco night every night!" he yells, pushing his hand through his jet black hair.
"Yeah - no, if i'm being forced to marry this dude - i'm going to make sure i'm not fucking living with the fucker - i'm not going to get touched or something in private that freak ass boy band member"
Rico laughs, "You so funny chica - you should be a comedian" we walk out the back door together and into the alley way.
"No way" I rolled my eyes and pulled his car keys out of my back pocket, "I don't want to try make people laugh - I mostly just bag people out and they get pissed at me, nothing else to it really" I shrugged.
We got in and he started to drive us home - or so I thought.
"Rico - turn back, now" I growled, glaring at him as he parked in front of me house.
"No can do Chica, you have to fave your fears one day-"
"I'm not afraid! I just don't want to go into a arranged marriage!" I yelled at him angrily, my face heating up as he flinches.
"I know chica, I know... just go in there and tell them that - you are legal, they can't force you into something"
"It's not going to work like that Rico and you know it! They want me to get married off, pop a couple kids out and then never speak to them again! I'm going to be a five hundred pound depressed blob with a shit head husband that I don't love!" I yelled.
"Chica... go on... go in there and say that to them-"
"Me and you both know they've already made their mind up, I can't change that" I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared out of the front windshield.
"Chica... i'll get you a car-" I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed out of the car, "I expect you to be back in two hour's when I have my bags"
"Can't - got a date with a hot babe!"
"Jerk" I muttered as he drove away, waving out of the window as I walked to my house and walked through the front door.
Strolling through the lounge room my mother instantly pops up in front of me, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN LITTLE MISSY?!"
"Out-"
"Well get ready, because your going on a date with Zayn"
"Mum, I only came back to say i'm leaving. I'm not going to marry-"
"You are and you will" she growls at me and grabs my arms and suddenly i'm thrown into my room - the first thing I saw was the jail bar on my window. She starts yanking my shirt and jeans off and then shoves me under the luke warm water in the bath tub.
Pushing up for air I coughed up the soapy water and she starts massaging my scalp - practically squishing my brain and giving me a fucking head ache.
"What is this shit? Ha?! You fucking run out of here - embarrassing your father and I! And that out burst! How could you do that to your father and I?!" she yells at me while dumping a bucket of water over my head.
Struggling to get out of the bath tub as she holds me still while she scrubbed my skin - getting rid of the paint that was splattered all over my skin and in my hair. The bath turned a yucky brown to black and she pulls the plugs before she dump another cold bucket of water on me, getting off the soap.
"I don't even know where you go anymore - I honestly thought you became a stripper" my mother smirks at me appalled face and i'm suddenly yanked out of the bath and wrapped in a towel.
Gasping in shock as she held the towel over my face while she moved me to another room, "Put these on" I pulled the towel off of my head and wrapped myself in a towel as she threw black underwear at me.
Awkwardly catching them I put them on while she pulls a dark blue dress out of white bag and held out of for me, "Put it on-"
"I said no-"
"Put it on or so help me i'll lock you in here for a week if you don't put the damn dress on" she growls at me and I turned, snatching the dress out of her hands as I glared at her and put it on.
The dress hugged my upper covers as the dark blue skirts swayed around me. Turning my mother walked over to me and grabbed my breasts - "JESUS CHRIST!"
She slaps me across the face suddenly and I stumbled back in shock - the bitch just slapped me!
"Shut up" she snaps at me and grabs the front of my dress and pushes my breasts upwards to pop up a little bit and to define them more I guess.
"Right - make up" she starts attacking my face as I stare ahead, annoyed with her, "And now, for you to take that locket off-"
"No - i'm keeping it on" I snapped, putting my hand around my grandmother's locket as I glared at my mother.
"Hailey-" she growls.
"I'll be on my best behavior if you let me keep it on" I snapped.
"Fine" she gets up and passes me the black pumps she had in a box, "Now get down stairs - he'll be here any minute" glaring at her I stomped down the stairs and waited by the door, bored and annoyed with everything as I felt my phone vibrate in the black clutch I held in my hand.
Then the door bell rings and my father appears out of no where and opens the door.
"Hello, Zayn"
"Hello sir, i'm here to pick up... Hailey" Zayn cringes. My father steps aside and Zayn and I stare at each other with hatred.
"I got you flowers"
"Oh isn't that nice, honey? Zayn bought you flowers" my mother took the flowers from Zayn and elbows me, "Say thank you" she says through clenched teeth.
I put a fake smile on my face and stared at Zayn, "Thank you ever so much Zayn, they're truely beautiful - you know, now I wish I had gotten you something. But I didn't, so for that, i'm sorry" I say with a sickly sweet smile.
He roll's his eyes and i'm pushed through the door. I stumbled right into his chest, "Have fun you two - don't have to much fun though" my father says, smirking.
Pushing away from Zayn I stood and looked over to my parents - and then they slammed the door shut.
"Let's go" Zayn turned and started to walk away. I followed him - already deciding I fucking hate my parents.
