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Chapter 22

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Sorry y'all. This is the last chapter for a while. Just until my mid terms are done.

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Chapter 22

(Abby's POV)

Today was one of those days were you just feel sad. Like just super depressed even though your day hasn't started. I hate feeling this way.

I just wish I could be happy again, but ever since the heart breaking sight, I could no longer feel the same.

It's the past, you can't change the past. You can either live with it and move along, or you can stay stuck in the past with the guilt and regret. The past is what eats me alive everyday. But that's not gonna hold me back. The past is the past.

I woke up quickly realizing I can't just sit here and mope around. I drag my feet across the floor and towards the closet.

"She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home......"

I knew that ring tone for any where. I grabbed my phone and picked it up swallowing the lump in my throat.

"What do you want Tony?" I question. Then I realize I kind of sounded rude.

"Woah, I know I'm a fucked up person for what I did but watch the sass." He says then starts laughing hysterically.

"Not funny. But really, why did you call. I don't want to speak to you." I say.

"I wanted to know if you could meet at the dinner at the corner. I believe I have explaining to do." He says.

"Okay." I say, my voice shaking.

I hang up the phone and throw it on my bed beside me. I get up from my bed and head to my closet. I get a Drop Dead tank top and black, ripped skinny jeans, with my red Vans. I slip on my clothes and shoes and walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, place some make up on, and do my hair. Once I'm done I get my phone off my bed and walk out the bedroom and I walk out the door and walk down to the cafe.

I open the cafe door hearing the wind chimes ring through my ear. I look around and see Tony wave his hand. I get this weird feeling in my stomach but I push it away and walk over to him. I take a sit on the opposite side and just stare at the table.

"How you been?" I manage to ask.

"I've been better, you?" He says.

"Same. So I believe you have explaining to do." I say. I didn't mean to seem harsh but. I really didn't want to deal with him at the moment.

"I have to talk to you about why I cheated, because its not what it looked like." He says.

"Then what the hell did it look like." I say sounding a bit more angry.

"It was-" he says but gets cut off by my phone ringing.

"Sorry, let me take this quickly." I say.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

(A/N btw his name is pronounced Jo-En. Just a friendly reminder! :) )

"Hi this is Joan, secretary for Simon Cowell. He was wondering if you could come right away to discuss a contract." He says.

"Yes it will take me a few hours because I live in San Diego. But I would be able to come." I say sounding more professional.

"Very well. We will see you soon Ms. Williams." He says.

I say my good bye and hang up.

"Sorry Tony. I have to go meet up with Simon. It is really important right now. Sorry." I say.

He just nods and I run out the cafe and to the house. I slip into a more presentable look and run out the house and into my car driving off.

-At the location-

I park my car in the parking lot and get out my car getting my keys, purse, and phone. I lock my car and walk up to the huge building. I walk up to the entrance and open the door. I walk in to be greeted by the secretary.

"I believe we spoke on the phone. My name is Abigail Williams." I say sounding professional as fuck.

"Yes. Right this way." He says, getting up from his seat and leading me the way.

He knocks on the door softly then walks in.

"Simon, Ms. Williams is here to see you." He says.

"Ah. Come on Abigail." He says.

"Mr. Cowell. Nice to meet you." I say, giving him a firm hand shake.

"Call me Simon. Now, lets talk about that contract." He says.

He sits down then offers me to sit in the seat opposite of him.

"So. I found you on your YouTube channel. It's AbbyMusic right?" He asks.

"You are correct." I say.

"Alright. Well I viewed a couple of your covers and I say. You are really good." He says then continues to speak.

"I really like you and your style of music and I would like you to work for me as a song writer and as a singer. I just need you to sign a couple things."

"Alright. Well. Lets get signing things." I say smiling from ear to ear. This was a dream come true.

I started to sign some papers and me and Simon talked about things until we were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Simon, 5 Seconds of Summer are here to discuss about there your with One Direction." Joan says.

"Bring them in." Simon says.

Suddenly the 4 boys come in and all start talking at the same time.

"Boys enough! You are scarring my newest client!" Simon yells.

The boys then stop talking and turn to me.

"Hello. I'm Ashton!" Ashton says.

"I know, fan of you guys music." I say as I feel my cheeks turn hot.

"That's great." They say at the same time.

"Well, lovely to meet you Simon, I'll be coming back on Friday? Nice meeting you boys." I say/ask.

"Alright see you Abigail." Simon says.

"Call me Abby." I say and with that I gather my things and leave.

I walk out and get in my car. Today was a good day and to be honest. I wanted a new tattoo. I've been aching for one. I go to a near by tattoo parlor but I check it out to make sure it's has good reviews.

"Hello! I would like a tattoo." I say kind of sounding dumb, obviously I'm getting a tattoo, I say and mentally slap myself.

"Alright do you have an idea." The lady says.

"Yes. I want roman numerals right underneath my collar bone." I say.

I wanted to get " 2/14/87 " which would be " II•VII•LXXXVII ". Basically my birthday.

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After my tattoo was done I got in my car and drove the long way home. I felt kind of bad for leaving Tony, especially when he was going to explain everything that I was questioning since that day happened. I will never ever forget that day. Was the worst day of my life.

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Yay for long chapters!

Well. I'll be gone for about two weeks. One week to prepare for Mid Terms and One week for Mid Terms.

Bye for now! <3

-Sam (The person that almost dies in the shower.... Twice.)