Can Your Heart Still Break If It's Already Stopped Beating?

Chapter Twenty- Kiss Me On The Lips Tonight

            We had arrived in London and pulled into the driveway at their apartment. It was quite the cute complex if you ask me. It was very different from my neighborhood, that's for sure. Liam had pulled up just a few minutes after us. I sat on the edge of my car waiting for him, my mouth wide open with shock.

            "Hello, Clara! Nice to see you're breathing."

            "How did you get here so fast?"

            "I know a few shortcuts."

            "Please, teach them to me when we go home. This way, if I ever get stuck in another car with Harry Styles...it will end faster."

            "Oh come on, you enjoyed that car ride. Liam, I got Clara to sing!"

            "You've never sung for me before when I've begged you..." I rolled my eyes. Why was it such a big deal? I was no good at it anyway. I've been told that countless times.

            "You know what, Liam, I have a plan. You know how we're recording our new album next week?" He nodded. I had an iffy feeling about Harry's little "plan." It involved me that's for sure. If Liam was getting involved, it must have.

            They had gone into the house to speak of it so that I couldn't catch on. I followed quickly after them carrying my belongings. Rachel must have expected me to walk in right after because she stood there holding the door open.

            We walked into the house and freaked over my ring for a good five minutes. "That's fucking beast! It's a freaking turtle!" Harry and Liam were in the next room, probably still discussing their evil plan.

            They eventually came back by us, both smirking. I didn't like this idea at all. One, it was coming from Harry. Two, it must be evil, because it was coming from Harry. Three, he got Liam involved, which is impossible, because it was coming from Harry.

            They came over to us, picked us up as if we were a sack of potatoes, and carried us to Liam's tiny Beetle of a car. "You girls had no milk this morning, right?" We shook our heads with confusion.

            "Random question..."

            "Good then, off to the recording studio!" Our mouths dropped to the floor of the car. Rachel's cheeks became flushed, her face paler.

            "Wh...what on bloody earth do you mean, Harry?!" She began to hyperventilate. "I can't...I can't breathe...oh my lord..."

            "Why, are you too excited?" Harry turned in his seat so he was facing Rachel. His body was entangled in the seatbelt. "I know I'm excited to hear my princess sing. We've decided to record our new album early. We want you two to help us sing Torn. You finally get the deal you've always wanted, Rachel. I'll make sure my princess gets everything in the world."

            "I can't Harry. Who told you of this anyway?" I received a glare from Rachel. I tried remaining calm to cover up the fact I was the one who told him. It didn't last long until my attempt at covering up failed. I was always the worst at lying. I would make very strange, awkward faces.

            "Why did you tell him that?? Secrets are not for sharing. I thought you were my friend."

            The car was dead silent. That is, until Harry broke it. "Rachel...it's all of my fault. I forced Clara to sing for me and she said you were a better singer. I wanted to know how and more information so I hounded her into telling me more. I'm sorry, babe. Please, forgive me."

            She looked up at Harry with gleaming eyes. Her demeanor took a quick turn. "You of all people want to hear me, an amateur, sing? I haven't in a while. I'm probably horrible now."

            "I really do."

            "Fine, I'll record Torn with you." She gave him a warm, gentle smile. If Rachel was going to do this, that meant I had to as well. They would all make me do it. I was alone with this one.

________________________________________________________________________            We reached the recording studio and were greeted by the ever so famous Paul Higgins. We also had the company of Baby Lux. She reminded me so much of my sister.

            "Come to record already? We were giving you at least another week to take a break."

            "Yeah, but Liam and I want our girlfriends on the new album. They're amazing singers and we're hoping Rachel will be discovered and get signed."

            "I don't think that's allowed." Harry put his arm around Rachel, who's face showed utter disappointment. Liam stepped into the argument.

            "Don't be ridiculous. People are featured in almost every song in this generation. Let them do it please. You won't regret your decision I promise you that. Harry and I can even pay for anything involving them whether it be clothing for concerts, pictures, meet and greets, anything. Come on, Paul..." Paul gave in. The other boys arrived shortly after, receiving Harry's text to record the album early.

            The recording studio was very spacious. It had instruments scattered everywhere. They were soon cleared away so that all seven of us could fit. Liam laced my fingers with his noticing my nervous look. I didn't like to sing for the reasons Rachel gave up; bullies.

            He began to sing his solo and my heart skipped a million beats. It felt like old times. I felt like we were back in the X- Factor days when I would help train him. It was one of those moments in time that you don't want to end. It felt so perfect, I didn't want it to end. I wanted the song to last forever.

            Rachel and I had to sing the chorus with them, and we also had our own solos in the song. "I'm not fine, I'm torn! I'm all out of faith, and this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor." We all sounded amazing; especially Rachel. I hadn't heard her sing in forever. She sounded almost like a mixture between Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga. It was the definition of perfection.

            I almost couldn't believe I was hearing my own voice singing with One Direction. Especially singing alongside Liam. It was like a dream. He had the voice of an angel, and when he hit those high notes, I must admit, my inner fangirl tried to break loose.

            "So where's that date you promised me?" He took me in his arms and pulled me close, looking down on me with innocent eyes. His lips had a teasing look to them.

            "Let's go now. We're finished."