The Lucky One

Chapter 7

Shreeya's POV

... Some sort of rectangle device.

"What's this?" I ask.

"An iPhone!" Harry exclaims. I press the only button I can see and nothing happens.

"I think it's broken." I mumble.

"You need to push this one first." Ken shows me another button and laughs. The screen lights up and I see an apple design with a bite taken out of the side.

"What does it do." I touch my finger to the screen several times where the apple is still glowing. Nothing.

"Just wait a bit." Louis says. I stare at the screen for a while and then finally something else pops up. I fill in my details, as it asks and then it comes up with another screen, this one with lots of small squares.

"Now what?" I ask, still confused of what use this thing will be to me.

"Look you can call someone on this app." Harry taps an icon on the screen and a new screen shows up. He touches something else and more things. What is he doing? "And if you press that button then you will call me!" I assume that I still look confused because the three laugh and tell me that they'll teach me this stuff later. Now it's Ken's turn to open a gift. She picks up the one from me and unwraps it carefully.

"Wow! It's..." She gasps, lost for words.

"Beautiful." Harry says and kisses her nose. "I helped pick it out."

"You two are the most wonderful people!" She pulls us in a group hug and Louis joins in. We laugh.

"Go try it on!" I say and push her towards her bedroom.

"Ok!" She stumbles off into her room and comes back wearing the glittery red dress.

"Amazing!" The boys gasp.

"It really suits you!" I compliment her.

"Thanks! Now Harry, you open something!" Ken sits down carefully, trying not to rip or destroy the dress. Harry rips open his present and finds a photograph album with pictures of him, some with family and friends or fans. I guess it's from Ken. "This is us on our first date!" Ken shows me a picture of herself in a white lace dress and Harry in a t-shirt and jeans outside a small town cafe.

"And this is our second date!" Harry points at a picture of Harry bobbing in the water and Kenny on the shore laughing.

"I pushed him in!" Ken laughs. The phone rings and Ken answers it. "Hello, Kendall Jenner speaking. Oh of course. Harry, it's for you." She calls Harry over.

Harry's POV

I take the phone from my fiancé and talk into it. "Hello?"

"Harry, it's Zayn. I need to tell you that the gig has been cancelled!" Zayn tells me over the phone.

"What? No! Why?" A range of emotions hit me. The fans will be so sad and annoyed, angry even. But it's also a relief to me that I can stay in with the family I've built over the past few days. They'll love it but Ken's always thinking about the fans. She'll love and hate it I guess.

"We're all snowed in and we can't do anything bout it! The snow trucks are snowed in too and they can't even open the garage the they're in!" Zayn sighs.

"Oh ok, bye!" I hang up.

"What was that about?" Ken asks.

"No gig because we're snowed in." I moan.

"Oh, well it is Christmas and you're always working so hard! I think you deserve this babe, plus, you have a tour coming up!" Ken beckons for me to sit next to her. I do.

"So maybe today is a good day to call my producer and see if we can get you signed Shree! What do you think?" I suggest enthusiastically to her.

"Eh..." She shrugs in a kind of disapproval.

"Look, if you don't like it then you can just quit! It'll be fine!" Ken tries to convince her.

"Ok, fine, but you can't stop me from quitting if I want to!" She warns.

"K, so do you want me to ring or Ken?"

"I think you should, I barely know the guys!" Ken replies for her.

"I agree!" Shree says and chucks her new iPhone at me. "Use this, may as well have you use it than me do nothing with it!"

I dial their number and wait, the ringing reverberating in my ears.

Shreeya's POV

I bite my lip nervously. I'm not sure if I'm ready to get famous! I hope they let me write my own songs so I won't get something absolutely ridiculous! I play guitar and on the street I made up songs and wrote them onto my cardboard box home with some charcoal I found here and there. I could write up chords for them too because I didn't have a guitar at hand when I was writing these songs.

"Hey, it's Harry-" Harry talks into the phone but gets cut off. "No it's not about that! Look-" He gets cut off again. "No ok, look, my friend, Shreeya, has an amazing voice and I'd like to get her signed!" He waits. "Thank you so much! I'll send it to you right away!" He hangs up.

"So, what happened?" Ken and I both ask.

"Well, he said that if you send a CD with at least two recordings of you singing on it, send a letter of why you want to be a singer and do a live audition in front of ten people and if he think you're good, then you're in!" Harry hugs me.

"Thanks Harry!" I return the hug.

"Congrats baby girl!" Ken joins in with the hug. "You're gonna be a pop star!"