Next Solo (A One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 2. Words cut like knives

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Ok guys I know I promised parts but please be patient with me it'll take time & I'm sorry. I know this chapters boring but this is where Rose just explains her life and you get to know her more. Ihate when in other fanfics they just skip the details but if you want to you can skip this chapter it's not THAT important but it expalins Rose. But the next chapter will be much more fun and romantic I promise. Thank you for reading and lemme know what you think oh and tell me if you think it's boring I need feedback so I like critisicms don't be afraid to give me hate. It's ok. Anyway bye ! -Rain xo 

      Then when I finish I surprise myself by breathing. It feels nice to actually breathe again. The crowd is cheering and the boys are all grinning and they look as if in awe. I stand their anxiously waiting for my answer. "Um ok I don't know where to start" Liam says smiling "Ha ha, you were incredible!" Liam says and I just stand there tears threating to spill, "That was probably the best audition so far!" Niall exclaims, throwing his hands up and clapping. "Well, you know, when you were singing, it was like all the words came from the heart and you sang every single word with feeling, and we don't really see that often" Harry says smiling at me, his eyes twinkling and I felt my head whirl. This cannot be reality. My vision goes blurry as the tears fall. "Thank you" I manage to mutter. Then I close my eyes and start to cry there. Then I feel warmth, wrapping around me. I look up and see all the boys hugging me. And Louis squeals "Yay! Group hug" Then I laugh through my tears. The crowd cheers louder. "Well, as you can see that's obviously a yes!" Liam says to the crowd and Louis turns to hug me again. I laugh and hug him back tightly. 

    When I walk backstage Taylor hugs me tightly and I feel wetness on my cheeks. No, not my tears but Taylor’s. “You .. can’t cry because if you do .. I’ll start as well ... p-please d-don’t .. cry” and then I start to cry as well.

   “Taylor, can I come to you’re house ?” I ask her looking out the window as she drives the car. From the corner of my eyes I see she’s confused “You know you can come anytime it’s you’re second home but don’t you want to tell you’re parents first?” She asks the question that I’ve dreaded the answer to. I sigh “you know they hate that I’ve got this passion for music and you know they didn’t even want me to audition. What’ll they say when they find out I’ve got in? “ She keeps her eyes on the road “Of course, they’ll be happy for you! Remember when I wanted to get into the Black Ops Gamers Club and mom didn’t want me to do it but when I got in she was happy for me?” Ok, so I don’t know if she was trying to comfort me by making me laugh or she wanted to get punched in the face but I laugh “Oh my god! Shut up, that’s completely different ! You’re such an idiot, Tay!” She laughs a bit too. “But seriously, you’re talking to you’re parents, I don’t care!”

    My parents, god my parents, they were rich stuck up snobs. I was never like them. Whenever someone hears that I’m the daughter of Ron Macy & Alice Macy I become “special”. And there are people who think of me as a rich brat. That’s how I never tell anyone about who I actually am. But I’m not the kind of person that you think I am. I don’t get everything I want. More like I never get anything I want. My parents are barely my parents, they never hug me, or say they love me o anything like that. We’re just not close. They want me to consider a career in business, they even signed me up for Business Carrier Club, which they think is a very big deal and I’m lucky I got in. I still remember what my mom said a year ago. It’s fresh in my memory. Remembering those words hurt just like they did when she said it.

  “You know, you have such a bright future ahead of you. You’ve got everything you need to become good in business but to be honest you have no chance in the music industry whatsoever because nowadays it’s not about the voice, it’s more about the face. And you haven’t got any of the two. Us Macy’s just aren’t meant for these things. It’s better to give up all hope. You know I’m saying this for your own good and the truth is bitter but I had to tell you the truth.” I always let those words stop me whenever something good was about to happen because deep down I knew she was right, somehow. I shudder at the thought of that day. Tears sting my eyes and I straighten up. “Mom !” My mom’s not there but my dad is “Oh, um I have to tell you something important” I mutter my silent prayer and hope for the best.