Hey cupcakes! Uploading day, I'm sad however, because after this chapter, there's only two left! Then I can work on off the deep end during the summer, and hopefully finish that up!! A one shot will be up later, check that out if you want. The picture is of her costume for Moments! Let me know what you think! Thanks loves!! (: xx
It was the day of the first concert, I was finishing up my Moments routine. I caught Candace starring at my arm. I thought nothing of it, it wasn’t until after that it occurred to me, what she was actually starring at. “Hey Juliette, can I talk to you for a minute?” Candace called out and I turned around. “Yeah! Of course. What’s up?” I asked slightly nervous. “Let’s go someplace private.” She said leading me to the empty studio, “I’m sorry if this is too personal but, what’s the scar on your wrist from?” She said concerned, my stomach dropped and I took a breath. “A while ago, when I first came to London, the boys and I went to the park. A little girl came and asked if Niall and I were in love, I said yes the little girl left and Niall told me I’d be a great mother, and I told him only if he was the father. Harry flipped, he was in love with me. Still is, he started yelling at me and threatened to leave One Direction if I didn’t leave Niall. I would have no place else to go because I don’t have any money to buy a flat in London, let alone fly back home. Being with my parents is a whole other story. I ran back to the flat, and I grabbed a razor and slit my wrist. If Zayn hadn’t knocked down the door…” I trailed off, tears free flowing. Candace traced over the scar, knowing the emotion behind it. “Tell me about your parents…” I decided to tell her everything, Cody, my past, everything.
~Megan’s Point Of View~
I smiled to myself, knowing that they weren’t alone. The concert didn’t start for another few hours. I could wait it out and see what poor, little Juliette has to say. I listened for a moment, the scar on her wrist. I smiled to myself, this information would come in handy sometime, most likely soon. “I slit my wrist…” I heard her tell Candace, my eyes widened. “Emo freak…” I mumbled to myself and continued to listen, this in fact got very interesting. Wait, who’s Cody? My mouth dropped open, she was raped?! She probably liked it; no guy in the right mind would ever sleep with her. She’s so irritating, parents huh? They don’t support her, I bet her art looks like a kindergartener’s. This information will be put to my advantage, but when? I slid my iPhone out of my pocket, “The concert.” I whispered, I smiled and walked out to my car, this indeed will be an interesting night.
~Juliette’s Point Of View~
“Show time soon, it’s your first how do you feel?” Candace asked me smiling. “Amazing, I hope I don’t mess up my Moments solo…” I trailed off. The boys were going to be here soon, Candace, Brett, Bryon the boys and I were going to spend some time together before the show. I saw Megan walk into Candace and my dressing room. I was taken aback by her entrance, I know she was never too fond of me really. “Hey Juliette.” She said in a thick syrupy voice. “How’s the yank doing.” I looked up at her, small smirk on her face. “I’m lovely, and you.” I said sweetly. Her smile grew bigger, “Oh, I’m a little hurt you didn’t tell me about your…incident.” She hissed grabbing my wrist and digging her fingers into my scar. I saw the boys walk into the room, they looked at us strangely. I pulled my arm out of her hands, “What are you talking about?” I asked surprised. “You know, the razor.” She raised her eyebrows and smiled out of spite. “Emo freak.” She hissed again, my mouth dropped open. “Say that again, I don’t think I heard you correctly.” I hissed back. “Emo. Freak. Oh, how’s Cody? I bet you liked it. No guy in his right mind would ever sleep with you.” She laughed, tears made my vision blurry. “Aw, going to cry to mommy and daddy? Oh wait, they don’t love you.” She growled. I snapped, through my tears, I found strength. “Say that again you little red-headed bitch?” I yelled. “What did you just call me?” She asked, getting angrier by the second. “Little. Redheaded. Bitch.” I seethed, suddenly I felt a pain in my face, she just punched me. I saw blood trickle down my nose, “Come at me!” I yelled, “Get over yourself you arrogant, low life, untalented whore!” I screamed. Before I knew it I slapped her across the face, I felt two arms hold me back. It was Niall, “What’s going on here?” Paul asked walking in, “Holy Shit! Juliette, what the hell happened?” He asked in shock. “Ask Megan.” I said through clenched teeth. “Megan! This is the second time. Come with me!” He barked at her, “But, Juliette-’’ She tried to say something, but Paul stopped her. “But nothing. Now go.” He said shoving her to the door, before she left she spit in my general direction. I clenched my fists, Niall’s grip on my left, “Sorry.” I mumbled. “What?” Louis yelled. “Don’t be sorry! That was amazing!” He finished, I looked at him confused. Zayn walked out of the room and came back with a wet wash cloth, he gave it to Liam and he wiped the blood off my face. Everybody in the room was smiling at me, “I just slapped somebody?” I asked. The room burst out into laughter. “She got what she deserved!” Candace laughed, “But how did she know?” I said alarmed. It occurred to me, “She was listening to our conversation!” I informed her. “It wouldn’t surprise me. This happened the last time too!” My mouth dropped open, “Last time?” Niall chuckled “Why do you think we needed new dancers?” He asked pulling me close and giving me a kiss. “It’s time to go on stage love.” He whispered into my ear.
It was time for Moments, my heart was pounding, “It’ll be alright. I promise.” Candace said reassuringly. I gave a weak smile, I heard Niall announce the song, “This is our grand finale, I guess. Dance being performed by my lovely girlfriend Juliette!” Cue thousands of fangirl screams, I gave a look to Candace one final time and stepped onto the stage, onto the bottom platform of the sets where we all dance. I actually had a quick change because the second part of my costume was too bulky to fit under “My late boyfriend’s” tee shirt. Every dance had a story behind it, mine was a girl killing herself after her boyfriend died, and she’s reunited with him at the end. I started the dance putting all my energy into it; I caught Niall staring at me during his solo. I gave him a small smile, and then focused back onto the dance, a few lines later I had to run back stage, rip off the tee shirt I just slid on an get my dress on over my shorts and tank, run up to the top of the platform. I made it to Bryon on time and finished the routine, the audience burst out into applause at the end. The boys ran to me backstage, they all picked me up and help me over their heads. “Woah, where are you taking me?” I asked as they started to walk with me. “You were such a hit tonight, you’re signing autographs and doing pictures tonight!” Liam said excitedly. “W-what?!” I asked shocked, “You’ll be fine, I promise.” Zayn said firmly, we passed the queue of fans, who were screaming from behind the barrier. I was still being carried, I waved to some of the fans, some smiled and waved back, others gave me dirty looks. We sat down at the table, they added an extra chair for me. After about 50 girls that were super sweet, there was, um, her. “Hey boys!” She chirped, they all smiled, She asked them how they were and as the magazine she had the boys sign got between Niall and I, she took it before I could sign. I tilted my head and smiled a bit, to give her a confused look. “Niall deserves better hun, I mean, he’s a prince. You’re just a background dancer.” She smirked, and I smiled, “I understand. Have a nice day love!” I said sweetly, she scowled and walked away. “Haters gonna hate.” I joked to the boys. The signing went by pretty quickly, most of the girls were super sweet to me, with the occasional hate, it didn’t really affect me until one girl. “Hello!” I said as she walked over Niall, she looked at me for a second, “Go back to America.” She scoffed, I frowned and she continued, “You’re the worst dancer here.” The girl took her signatures and left, I hung my head and Niall rubbed my back. “Don’t listen to her. She has no idea how good you are.” I gave a weak smile and went back to signing. I was starting to wonder what this tour might bring me.
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