Living With One Direction

--Ariana's pov--

"Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming

So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret

I'd give all I have, honey

If you could stay like that

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple

I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart

And no one will desert you

Just try to never grow up, never grow up

You're in the car on the way to the movies

And you're mortified your mom's dropping you off

At 14 there's just so much you can't do

And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

But don't make her drop you off around the block

Remember that she's getting older too

And don't lose the way that you dance around in your pj's getting ready for school

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

Oh darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple

No one's ever burned you, nothing's ever left you scarred

And even though you want to, just try to never grow up

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room

Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home

Remember the footsteps, remember the words said

And all your little brother's favorite songs

I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone

So here I am in my new apartment

In a big city, they just dropped me off

It's so much colder that I thought it would be

So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Wish I'd never grown up..."

My guitar playing and singing were cut off by my dad calling me downstairs. I rolled my eyes and rushed down the stairs. "Ariana" my dad started. "Yes daddy?" I nodded. "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow" he informed shakily- as if he wasn't telling me the truth. "But... How long?" I asked, my voice cracking. "6 months, maybe more" he said sadly. "But... Daddy...

You promised you'd stay here and celebrate my 17th birthday with me" I sniffled, wrapping my arms around myself and looking at the ground. "I know darlin', but I have to. I'm really sorry pumpkin" he shook his head. "You have missed every one of my birthdays since I was 9! You've missed all of my recitals and competitions and concerts!Why can't you just be here for me when I really need you?!" I screamed. "I'm sorry baby girl, but you know my job is..." I cut him off. "You don't even call when you're on business!" I shouted angrily. "I would call, but my boss doesn't let me call" he said. "That is the lousiest excuse I have ever heard" I growled. "Sweetie-" "don't 'sweetie' me. Just leave me alone!" I screamed. "Ariana, you know my job in the CIA is tough and it forces me to leave frequently" he said, his voice suddenly hard. I rolled my sea blue flecked with gold eyes and spun on my heels, bolting up the stairs, ignoring the calls from my father, beckoning me to come back. I slammed and locked the door in my room and started playing my guitar and singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, one of my favorite bands.