Something Great (A Liam Payne Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"Cassie! Cassie!" I am jolted awake by Cici as she shakes me out of my slumber. Half asleep, I respond, "Ugh what?" I glance at the clock and it reads 5 pm. My recent naps were taking a toll on me because a massive headache hit right away.

"We're on fucking MTV!" Cici exclaims, adding with a scream. "Get your ass out and come look!" She bolts through the door and I swiftly get out of bed to check out our appearance on tv. Once reaching the living room, our small session was done. "You were too late but it was fucking awesome. I hope they keep playing it!"

I walk back into my room and jump into bed, back to where I was comfortably sleeping. "Ugh Cassie, you're really going to sleep again. We are finally getting some recognition and this is how you want to celebrate."

My body is wrapped in a blanket and I reply, "We've had pretty good recognition you know? Just because we're on MTV doesn't mean much."

"The hell it doesn't. Look at it this way: More people will know who we are and we'll get more famous and then we can leave this dump of apartment and go partying with all the a-listers." As she continues, I place my pillow over my head. But this apartment isn't a dump. It is nice and cozy; It is what we first got with our first official paycheck as Cassie & Cici.

Cici yanks the pillow away from me and says, "Get up. We're going out." Pulling the blanket over my head, I say, "I'll stay home. You can go out."

"Damn it, Cassie. Stop being such a baby and live a little. We're finally on one of the most famous channels of pop culture and this is how you wanna celebrate?" My eyes spring open but I continue hiding under the covers. I hate when Cici gets like that over the most simplest things. Two weeks ago, she got annoyed at me for not paying attention to a damn paparazzi that was practically hitting on us outside of a bar. She told me the paps are a way of getting into the business. I reminded her about how all the celebtrities detest them, but she claimed it was just an act.

"Cassie, I'm talking to you." She shakes my legs and I sigh before saying, "I'm really tired." I remove the blanket and look at her, "You know working on the album is getting me worked up." I didn't mean it, really. Especially cause the album is close to being released. In my opinion, what we are doing does not compare to what other people have to do to make a living. Cici and I have one of the easiest jobs there are. 

"Oh yeah, give me that bullshit now." She gets up and begins walking out but stops and turns around. "When you wanna do something fun, I won't be there." And she walks off with that.

An hour later, Cici comes in strutting through my door. "How do I look?" She is wearing a blue, sparkly one-shoulder dress. Her brunette hair is in a perfect bun, giving her dropping earrings a good view.

"You look great." I smile at her as she goes to my mirror and readjusts her dress. "It's not too much?" She asks, still looking at herself through the mirror. "Nope. You look great, really."

"Okay, good. Alex is going and I need to step up my game."

"How are you getting there?" I sit cross-legged as I watched her grab some of my things. "Alex is picking me up. Here, take a picture of me." She hands me her phone and I sit up on my knees. She poses with her hands on her hips, as she puckers her lips towards the camera.

I hand her her phone back. She types and I assume she is posting it on her social networks. Once done, she shoves it in between her breasts. "Classy," I say as I smile.

"What? I don't want to take a purse and you know these were one of the reasons why we have boobs." She pulls the bottom of her dress down and starts to walk off.

"Cici," I say right when she gets through the door.

"Yeah?" She looks over her shoulder.

"Please be careful."

"Of course. You know I always am." She winks and disappears into the living room. I lie back down with nothing but my white cieling to look at. I reach under my mattress and remove my diary from it.

I sit up, cross my legs, and reach for a pen in the small, black cabinet next to my bed. I stare at the front of my diary. It is a simple looking one but inside, it is a whole other world. I always thought about what would happen if it got exposed. Just thinking about it gives me the jitters. This book has all of my thoughts, never-forget events...and a couple of songs I've written from the spur of the moment. One might think "How can all those years of writing fit in one notebook?" Well, there are perks to having small hand writing.

I open it up to my very first entry and I begin reading it.

Dear.......Diary? Not sure if I want to address you like that. But anyways, today marks January 23rd 2008. The first day of my first entry. Mrs. Shelton was telling us about how she kept a diary and I got the idea of starting one myself. I'm excited for this! it feels like a journey to me. I feel like I should introduce myself to you...since you will be spending lots of time with me even when you don't want to. I'm Cassie and I'm 15 years old. There really isn't anything special about me. I enjoy going to the beach, even though I wish I'd go more often. I hear my mom...I think she's drunk. I think my dad's gonna get mad now. But anways, that's just my mom being who she is. but anyways (again) Johnny said hi to me today. He must've done it to be mean but I won't lie...I felt butterflies in my stomach. This is as much for today. Hope you get filled with wonderful things, friend.

As I read, I chuckled but stopped when it got to my parents and Johnny. Many would question why I haven't gotten rid of this, but for some reason it felt like it wouldn't make a difference. The memories will always be there....even if they were on paper or not.

And so, I open to next blank space and continue writing my life away.

The sun sheds through my thin curtains and I groan at the direct sunlight. I turn my head towards the clock and it reads 7am. I have the tendency to wake up early.

I get out of bed and the cold hardwood floor gives me that last jump into being full awake.

Once reaching the kitchen, I find Cici sitting on a chair, seeming to be passed out on our small dinner table.

As I tiptoe across the room, she groans and sits up. "Goodmorning." I smile at her.

"Ugh, please wipe that smile off your face." I wipe my mouth with my hand but it is very hard not to smile. It is always the same thing with Cici when it came to drinking.

I walk to our bathroom and get a bottle of Advil out. When I walk back to the kitchen, Cici continues to groan in misery.

"Here," I say placing the glass of water and Advil in front of her. "Thank you," she mutters.

As I pour myself some milk into my favorite mug, Cici's phone begins to ring. "Oh god," she says. I silently laugh and she continues, "it's Luke. You pick up." Luke, our manager, hates when we miss his calls, but I wonder why the early call.

I pick up the phone right when he ended the call. Not even a minute later, he is calling again.

Prepared for the worst, I answer. "Hey Luke."

"You know how much I hate when you girls don't pick up...especially now."

"Why especially now?" I sit on the chair opposite of Cici, who still feels miserable.

"Guess who wants you and Cici to open up for their upcoming summer tour. And you will not say no."

"What? Who?" My mind wonders through many possibilities. "Guess," Luke urges.

"Ugh, Luke. No time...tell me."

He's quiet for a moment before he speaks. "One Direction."