Behind the Music

Chapter 1

"Miss Bella, it's time to wake up dear", my maid Emma said shaking me awake. I love Emma, she's like my aunt since my own is such a bitch.

"I'm up, I'm up, thank you Emma and good luck waking up my brother though", I said as she left the room. Zayn is a very heavy sleeper. The smoke alarm went off and he was lucky it was a drill.

Summer's over and its back to school, yipee! Note the sarcasm. Every sale commercial makes it seem like every kid is excited for school, not this one. At least I have my bff Jaime to back me up. We're one in the same.

Now, what to wear...I have nothing to wear! I mean yeah I have a ton of clothes but don't act like you don't do the same. Girl problems suck.

I decided to settle with a pair of skinny jeans, Austin Mahone shirt (freakin love him!), and my black and white converse. Its school not a fashion show.

I close the door to my room and to the bathroom next to Zayn's room down the hall and hear Emma still trying to wake him up. More time for me! My parents may be rich but Zayn and I share a bathroom. We're not snobs.

I have no problem with that because Zayn and I are like best friends. We're fraternal twins, thats why when I tell people we are their like "but you guys look nothing alike", well thats why. He respects my privacy, but when it comes to boys, big-brother mode is on full power.

"Bells, gotta pee sis!", I hear Zayn from outside the door. Wow Emma 15 minutes, new record!

"Ok, your lucky I'm done", I said opening the door to let him in. He looks really tired, talk about beauty sleep.

I went downstairs to see our chef Richard making breakfast while my mom and dad are sitting at the counter drinking their tea and looking at their phones. They look at them more than I do and I'm 17!

"Morning everyone!", I said sitting at the counter as Richard set a plate of pancakes and hashbrowns in front of me. yas!

"Morning Isabella", they said glancing at me for a second before going back to their phones. Busy as usual, my dad is head CEO of Modest! and my mom is the secretary. And Isabella, ugh I despise my real name, its too girly.

Zayn came down minutes later, wearing the usual. White tee shirt, leather jacket, skinny jeans, converse. Hey he copied me.

After breakfast we both headed to his car. I love that he doesn't mind driving me.

I put the radio on and went through the stations...

I'm at a payphone

"no"

still into you

"nah"

Turn down for what!

"Ok..."

What about love!

"Yas! Sing with me Zaynie!", I said too excited for a Monday.

"Alright", he said and be both sang along to it.

I, I'm feeling your thunder

The storm's getting closer

This rain is like fire

And my, my world's going under

And I can't remember

The reason that you cut off the line

You're moving on, you say

Here I stay