- C H A P T E R F O U R T Y F O U R -
I'M SORRY
[Michelle Holland's POV- ]
I was walking through the hallways of Sony's headquarters. In about 24 hours I am about to watch the boys performing, singing the songs I wrote. My dream finally is becoming true.
The boys were heavily rehearsing, they wanted their first performance to be perfect in front of their families and friends. I can't blame them, I would wanted it to be perfect as well.
I step into the dance studio where the boys were dancing the routine to Would You Mind. They were all sweaty and soaked, thankful for my existence I brought them some drinks.
"Break time!" I announce, holding up the bags full of snacks.
The boys stop their routine and place the mics on the table before heading over towards me. I let them help theirselves out as I open the bags for them to grab their desired snack.
"Thank you." Nick sighs in satisfaction.
"We needed this." Austin says, all sweaty. His hair was messily tied up in a bun with a few strands framing his face.
"Hey babe." Zion smiles weakly. He was tired, just like the rest of the boys.
"Hey." I say back. He leans down and pecks me on my lips, a smile shining right after our magical moment.
"Michelle? Zion?" A voice speaks from behind me. I turn around and the horror itself was standing right behind me. My eyes widen and my cheeks glow into a red shade.
"H-hey Mitch..." I stutter.
He saw.
"Um..." Zion takes a few steps back while stretching himself above him. "What's up?"
"Simon wants to see you, both." Something was off about Mitch. He was happy and amazed, but disgusted and awful at the same time. It was just like picasso, one half of his face was showing off a different kind of emotion than the other did. "Now!"
I look at Zion with confusion. He shrugs and we both turn to Mitch who us already turned around to walk to the door. "Woah, guys what's wrong?" Edwin ask as he get's up, a look of worry was to read from all of the boys.
"We need to go to Simon." Zion responds in a more question kind of tone.
"Why?" Brandon asks.
"We're bout the find out." I shrug.
I drop the bag of left over snacks on the table and follow Zion towards the exit of the dance studio. He had his hands in the pocket of his sweats, those large soft hands.
My heart was pounding like mad crazy and somehow, the closer I got to Simon's office the hotter it got. We step into the elevator and I press onto the right floor, too nervous to even look at Zion. "Are you nervous too?" I ask him.
"Like a motherfudger." He response.
"Oh...great!" I say, not knowing if I just laughed or cried.
"Listen, maybe it's not even that bad. Maybe he just wants to discus something for our performance...or England. Maybe he wants me to be your chaperone?" He says and I nod.
"Y-yeah...yeah! It's nothing bad. And you're might be right. I forgot to ask my sister to be my chaperone for England since she was my chaperone when we went to the Island." I say as I felt more relieved.
Zion turns towards me and he notices my body language. My fingers were playing with each other's, I was biting my lip and my left eyebrow was cocked up : all of the signs that showed how nervous I was.
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