Scars (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: For You

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BREANNA’S POV

I decided to download Candy Crush Saga and see what all the fuss was about. It is an extremely addictive game. Who would’ve thought that a game like Candy Crush could be so frustratingly fun! I was already up to leave 20 when I heard someone walk into the room.

“Breanna I need to talk to you about something important.” Simon said behind me in a serious voice. This didn’t sound so good. Was he going to send me back to Australia? Did he want me to get a job? Is he going to sell the piano? He better not otherwise he will get my fist in his face.

“What’s up?” I asked curiously as he sat down next to me. I got out of Candy Crush and locked my phone so I could direct all my attention to him.

He took a deep breath in before beginning. “Do you know these boys?” He asked before showing me a picture of five extremely attractive guys on his phone.

“Yeah that’s One Direction.” I replied and roll my eyes. How stupid did he think I was?

I saw him loosen up a bit when he found out that I knew who they were. Okay well at least I know it’s not about Australia, a job or selling the piano.

“Well they want to try and write their third album by themselves and need some inspiration. They have about nine songs already but want at least eighteen songs. So I was wondering if you would be able to give them some inspiration?” All of a sudden he looked really nervous. That was strange. Did he think I was going to say no?

“No way am I doing that!” I replied my eyes widening.

Simon thought damn right.

“Please Bree! Your story has the potential to become a great song. It would mean a lot to the boys and to me.”

I sighed and shook my head. “I’m sorry Simon but I haven’t spoken to anyone about my life and I really don’t feel like sharing it with the world.” I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. Tears were welling up in my eyes just thinking about my parents.

“Please Breanna!!” He pleaded, his voice echoed in the silent house. There was a little pause before he spoke again, this time a little more softly. “Do it for your mum and dad.”

“I... I can’t Simon. I just…” I took a sip of my water to stop the tears spilling over the edge of my eyes.

“Why can’t you?” He demanded. I could tell that he was frustrated and wanted this so bad.

I shook my head before answering. “These boys… I’ve never met them before and I’m not going to go and tell them what happened!” That broke me. I fell to the floor and began to cry. Again. This has not been my day. I then thought of Niall and his reaction when he saw the tear roll down my cheek. He cared. Sort of. He didn’t keep demanding me for an answer about why I was crying. I could see that he was genuinely concerned. I hadn’t seen anyone like that since I last saw my parents and grandparents. Sure Simon was there for me but I guess he really didn’t know how to handle such a fragile experience.

“Breanna... Please don’t cry. I...” His voice cracked. I looked up to his watery eyes peering down at me. I got up from the glossy tile floor and embraced Simon in a hug. At first he was taken aback but then returned the hug.

“I guess… If it means so much to you… I uh, may as well give it a go.” I reluctantly said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. But I hope you know that this is going to be very difficult for me."

“Of course I know that. Thank you for doing this.”

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I decided to call Mary and tell her the news and of course she was ecstatic.

“OH MY GOOOOOD BREE! THAT IS FREAKING AMAZBALLS!” she screamed into the phone. I had to hold my phone away from my ear so I didn’t go deaf.

I laughed and waited for her to stop squealing before replying, “Calm down Mary!”

“Okay, okay. In all seriousness, what are you going to wear?” She asked in the most serious tone I have ever heard her use.

“Uh, I haven’t thought about that yet.” I can’t believe that that’s the first question she chose to asked first (after “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”).

“Okay so what you’re going to do is go through your wardrobe and put together three completely different outfits. You okay with that?” Oh my gosh anyone would have thought she was my mum.

“Yes ma’am!” I said all army like and we both giggled.

“Awesome! I have to go but text me those outfits when you’re done.”

“Okay, bye!” I said happily.

“BYE!” She squealed before hanging up.

The first outfit consisted of a floral dress that sat above the knee, hot pink flats and a silver dove bangle. The next outfit was made up of sunflower high waisted shorts, a red blouse thing which had a knot at the front, a cable knitted pale white cardigan, star anklet and my red toms. The final outfit included an extremely pale pink lace dress, brown grass sandals, a bow ring and diamond studs. I would work out all the makeup and hair later. I took a picture of each of the outfits and texted them to Mary and she chose outfit two.

In four days I was about to meet One Direction, the world’s biggest boy band.