I lost, but i fought 2 || J.B

Chapter 13

"eh, i'll be right back" i say shaking my head and storming out the room, tears welling up in my eyes. "fucking hell" i mutter to myself as tears run down my face.

hey little girl

"no stop" i scream.

fuckin' do as i say

"get out" i say banging my head against the wall, wanting the voices to stop.

Little kiddo, i'm going to find you, and i'm gonna take you hard when i do

"you can't find me you freak" i scream. "you can't take me" i mutter to myself, shaking my head as slide down against the wall. "i'm stronger than this" i say to myself. "nothing scares me anymore" i try to give myself a pep talk. Quoting my own song.

"you okay?" an English accent snaps me out of my little pep talking. i nod not looking up at whoever it is. "hey, what's wrong?" a soothing voice asks rubbing my back. i realize that it's Liam, sitting besides me, trying to comfort me. me and him got really good along when we recorded 'just give me a reason' in England. i was there a month ago and ever since that we talked when we had the chance as we both are pretty busy people.

Zayn and Louis is also nice people, but we didn't click as good as me and Liam. yes, Louis i freaking' hilarious, but he's not really a great listener and sometimes he's too loud. and as i say that i need to remind you that i'm a 19 year old girl with not one, but two soon-to-be 3 year old's, i get tired too.

And Zayn he's quiet, i guess he likes it best when we just do our work, you have to lead the conversation when you're talking with him, at least from what i've experienced, and i'm not really good with that. so we did the song together, talked a little and parted ways.

Harry and Niall i haven't really met probably yet, i just talked to Harry over the phone asking if he wanted to future on my song.

"he was Irish" i mutter quietly.

"yeah, so?" he asks, still rubbing my back.

"so was he" i say, not really giving him a real explanation.

"who?" he asks softly, how can a guy as intimidating as him be so caring?

"the dick that killed my family" i say getting up to my feet. he looks up at me shocked. the fact that my family is dead isn't really that much of a secret, as i posted the picture of me on the swing with their graves and captioned it Family time, and that my last name isn't beadles, but i live with them also kind of gives it away. i wipe my tears, and reach out my for him to take so can help him up. he grabs it still staring at me shocked. "it just brought out some memories" i say. his face softens.

"we could tell" he says, and i look at him confused. "we heard everything you said" he chuckles and a 'oh' escapes my lips.

"well, i'm a little crazy" i shrug as i enter the room again. i hear Liam laugh from behind me. "let's make some music!" i say excited as i drag harry's tall body with me into the recording booth by his hand. they all laugh at me. suddenly a thought enters my mind, what if i hurt Niall by just storming out. "oh shit" i say out loud to myself in Norwegian as Harry takes his headphones on.

"what?" he asks.

"do you think Niall got hurt?" i ask, looking at him. he's really handsome. wait what? stop it Hannah, you have two kids, don't confuse them.

"no, he's a big boy" he laughs, he has dimples. oh i love dimples. stop Hannah, get your shit together! it's just a minor celebrity crush, like you said in the interview, three years ago...