Miss Stylinson (COMPLETED)

Chapter 15

-Penelope's P.O.V

I've been trying to get in touch with my best friend for weeks since the paparazzi thing. She only responded with short responses. I wasn't stupid, I knew it was from what happened. Every time I ask her if we can hang out, she comes up with an excuse. I did the same things everyday. Went to home school, ate lunch and my other meals, watched TV, practiced singing (That was the only thing at school that I actually enjoyed), and practiced piano and guitar. 

Today, however was Saturday, so I didn't have any lessons. I was planning on going into the mini studio my dads had to practice my singing. I had written a song. Daddy said he'd help me record it, which I was really excited about. 

I got up from my bed, took a shower, and got dressed. It was the middle of March, so it was kinda chilly. I slipped on blue jeans, a navy floral t op, and put on white Vans. I did my hair and put just a little bit of make up on. I grabbed my white acoustic guitar and went downstairs, heading to the studio. 

"Wait." I was stopped by Papa right as I turned the corner. I turned around. "We're heading out today." I gave him a look that said 'are you kidding me?'.

"Daddy said he'd help me record my song today." I complained. 

"Too bad. We're going into the city today." 

"But Daddy sa-" He cut me off.

"No. Go eat then we have to go." I sighed disappointingly and put my guitar back in my room and went back down to eat. Daddy handed me a plate of pancakes that had drawn on whipped cream smiles. 

"Daddy I thought you said we'd record my song today."  

"We can do it tomorrow." I groaned and ate in annoyance. "Sorry." He just shrugged. "We're hanging out with your aunt and grandmother today." I just continued to eat. 

We left right after I cleaned up the dishes. I gasped when we were like, only five minutes away. 

"I left my phone at home." I announced.

"Sucks." Papa responded as Daddy stopped at a red light. "You don't need it." My mood dropped. I was all happy and excited to record, but now I had to wait. Again. 

"Yes I do. Just because I have no friends, doesn't mean I can't want my phone."

"Cut the attitude." Daddy stayed quiet as he found a parking spot near the park we'd be meeting Nana at. We got out of the car. I made sure to walk behind my parents because they were getting on my nerves. Nana was spotted at the fountain with my aunt. We made our way over to them. They hugged my dads, but I made no move to say hello. I was just annoyed. But, Nana hugged me and kissed my head. 

"Hi sweetie." I couldn't be mad at my grandmother. She did nothing, so I hugged her back. "Why are you in a grumpy mood?" I just shrugged. I didn't want to hurt her feelings and tell her I wanted to record today instead of hanging out with her. I hugged my aunt too then continued to walk behind everyone as we went around the park. The adults talked while I hung back. To keep myself occupied, I kicked a rock each time I walked. Doing so, I accidentally kicked it up and it hit Papa's calf. 

"Quit with the rock." He said, not looking at me. 

"Better get your mood better now before I take your phone the second we get home." Daddy said. I purposely kicked the rock at him, hitting right where he was about to step, making him almost trip. I snorted. He turned around. "You're grounded. Now that song is going to wait even longer to be recorded." My face fell. "And your phone is mine for the rest of the day the second we walk through the door."

"Daddy no. You've been putting off my song every other time I ask. That's not fair."

"Sucks, doesn't it?" I literally felt like crying.

It wasn't fair that he always found something to do whenever I wanted to record my song. It wasn't like it was a random song too. It was something personal. I just wanted to record it so I could finally be proud of something. Ever since the bullying started, I've never done anything to bring my pride. Well, besides the solo I got at a winter concert for school. But that was it. This would just be another thing to be proud of and he kept putting it off. I quickly wiped one of my tears away, praying he didn't see, but I'm sure he did.

"Fine. I'll just do it myself.

"Well your father and I have the key to the room, so no you wont."

"Harry." Nana said. "Don't you think you're being harsh on her?"

"Whatever." I said and sat down on a bench. "You go have a great time without me because I'm not going with you." I told both my parents. 

"No. Let's go." Daddy said. "You guys can go ahead." Papa left with my other family members while Daddy waited. I had my song in my pocket. I took it everywhere; I don't really know why, but I did. With him standing right there, I took it out and with a bit of hesitation, I ripped it in half. "Penelope! What are you doing!"

"I'm surprised you care." He took a seat next to me, but I scooted over. "Its meaning doesn't even mean anything anymore. You know, I've only been proud of myself one time in my life and I was hoping this song would be the second thing to be proud of." I wiped another tear. 

"I-I'm so sorry. I knew how much that song meant and I really stepped a boundary. I knew that this was helping you out with the whole friend thing and Lydia thing. I should've have thought before I spoke. I'm sorry baby girl."

"I-I'll give you my phone. That I don't care all that much."

"Alright. Since I know just how much that song means, the second we get home, we will record that song. We'll go into tomorrow as well. But, I do have to take your phone." I hugged him. He hugged me back and told me that he loved me. "Are we good now?"He asked with his cheek on my head. I nodded my head against his chest. "Alright." He rubbed my back for a minute. "Let's go catch up to the family, okay?" I nodded again and we got up. He put his arm around my shoulders and we caught up to Papa and my other family quite quickly. I was in a much better mood.

We walked around until around lunch. We decided to go get lunch at a casual restaurant. Looking around, I could see people staring and taking pictures. I pretty much lost the best friendship I've ever had due to people who couldn't mind their business, so it really bothered me. But I hid my uneasiness. Well tried because I didn't realize how close I was sitting next to my dad and how much I was hiding my face. 

We ordered our drinks. I got iced tea. 

"So. How has my sweet angel been?" Nana asked me. 

"Pretty good." I lied, smiling for her sake. 

"Can I see the song you wrote?" She asked. Daddy had it, so I told him to show her. Papa raised his eyebrow at the torn in half song. 

"Did you rip it?" He asked me. I shamefully nodded. "Why?" Daddy shook his head at Papa to tell him not to question it. He'd probably tell him later. My grandmother read over the song then showed my aunt. They both looked like they wanted to cry. 

"Daddy helped, but I did most of it."

"It's beautiful." I smiled. 

"Thanks Nana. Do you like it Aunt Gemma?" 

"Of course. It really is gorgeous, kiddo. I can't wait to hear it!

When we got home, like Daddy promised, we went straight to the studio. I grabbed my guitar before and taped my on back together. Papa came with us just to watch. Daddy sat behind the booth thing and began recording as I sang. I opened my eyes to see my dads smiling proudly at me. I smiled as I sang then closed my eyes again. When I sang the last note and Daddy finished recording, both my parents erupted in an applause. We listened to the song together, changed a few things, and in the end, it was perfect. Daddy hugged me first. 

"I am so proud of you." He said, squeezing me tight. "I love you so much." I said it back before pulling away from the hug, only to be attacked in a hug by Papa. He kissed my head before letting of the hug. I gasped.

"It could go on the radio!" Maybe! Maybe one day I could follow in my parents' footsteps and become an actual solo artist!