We Are The Same - Niall Horan FanFiction

Chapter 4: Lies & Unknown Plans

Chapter 4

We get into the car after saying ‘goodbye’ to some fans outside. I sit next to Meg and Ash.

 “Since when did you start throwing songs at us to sing without letting me know?” I burst.

 “Yasmin –“ Rob tries to say.

 “I thought we all agreed that we’re NOT making any covers of One Direction songs. I just realized that that agreement means nothing,” I say.

 “We didn’t tell you because I know you’re going to be like this,” Yuri says.

 “Of course, I’m going to be like this! It’s like you don’t need me as a member to decide on which song to sing, anymore,” I say.

 “But we did a pretty good job about it,” Ash says and slips her arm around mine.

 “I don’t care whether we did a shitty cover of it or made a great job. You all agreed that we’re not singing One Direction’s song because I thought you all understand that I don’t want to feel like I’m copying my cousin!” I yell.

 “That’s not copying your cousin! What do you have against One Direction anyway? Many groups had made covers of their songs but not a single person said they’re copying One Direction. That is called singing covers. And that’s what you guys are doing,” Rob tells me.

 “No. You lied to me, period,” I say, looking out the window.

 “But Yas-“

 “You didn’t tell me about it until the last minute. That’s basically lying,” I say.

 “Yasmin,” Meg says to calm me down.

 I sigh. “You know, I think I don’t want to see your faces for a while,” I say. “Stop the car.”

 Rob motions to the driver. The driver steps on the brake and I get out. I slam the door and walk away without looking back at them.

 I put my hands inside my jeans’ pocket as I walk to the other highway to go home.

 When One Direction became famous, I told the girls and Rob that I don’t want to do a cover of a One Direction song even though almost everybody tells us to do so. I thought they understand that I don’t want to feel like I’m copying Zayn. But look at us now. They decide to sing that song without even asking me what I feel about it. It’s not like I feel like I should be notified of every move  my band makes. But when it comes to stuff that I don’t want to do, they should’ve at least tell me.

 I feel betrayed. But why am I upset about this small thing? Besides feeling like a copycat, there’s no any damage done, right? I even know the lyrics of the song. Well, one can’t help to memorize songs when your mum sings it every chance she gets. And, I hear it everywhere I go. Jen even put it in my iPod.

When I arrive at home, mum is still on the couch and watching TV. Doesn’t she have to go to work?

 “Hey mum,” I say and sit down on the loveseat since she’s lying down on the couch.

 “How was it?” she asks me lazily.

 “It was okay. Mike asked us if we’re single and we told him that we’re all single. I said that being beautiful and talented are nothing if your mum won’t let you date anyone,” I say, moving and putting my legs on the arm rest so my feet are hanging.

 She laughs and says, “I have some news for you.”

 I lift my head up and ask, “What is it?”

 “My boss said that it’s a requirement that we go to the other branch of the company and work there so we’ll get a promotion,” she says.

 “And?”

 “I was told that I should travel all the way to Asia to do so,” she slowly says.

 I sit up and look at her. “What did you say?”

 “I agreed and I’m going to leave on Monday.”

 The day after tomorrow is Monday. Why so fast?

 “And since I won’t be here for a couple of months, I told your uncle about it. He said that they’re going to vacation. I decide against the idea of leaving you to them because we don’t have enough money for tickets to come with them. So, I decided that I’m sending you off to your cousin in America,” she says.

 “And who’s that?”

 “Zayn.”

 “What?!?!” I practically yell at my mum. I just hope that she doesn’t get mad at me for that. “But why? I can take care of myself even when you’re gone. Why can’t you just leave me here? Maybe Meg and the others will be able to accompany me here.”

 “Yes, I can just leave you here. But I won’t. I don’t trust you on your own. Besides, Rob thinks it’s a good idea to send you off to Zayn while they’re on tour because you can get some experience from it when you do the same one day,” mum says, looking at me.

 This is insane. I don’t want to be shipped off to America and “tag along” Zayn and the others while on tour. I don’t know Zayn, much less the others. It will be very uncomfortable there. I don’t want to hang out with big-time pop stars when I’m just – well, me – a nobody. I’d be out of place and it will take me a long time to adjust. Why is this happening to me?

 “Mum, you can’t do this.”

 “I’m not going to say I’m sorry, dear. I know you’re going to have fun with the boys. You’ll fit in right away.”

 “It took me one year to fit in my new school. And besides, I’m going to college soon. How am I gonna to study if I’ll be there in America?”

 “Simple. I’ll pay someone to home-school you while you’re on tour with them.”

 “Why can’t you just leave me here? I’m going to be 17 soon. I’m not a child anymore. I can take care of myself pretty well. You know me. I know what I’m doing and you trust me. I won’t go into big troubles.” Please, anything just to stop mum from making this evil plan come true…

  “I know, Yasmin. You don’t have to remind me. But, too late, I already got your tickets and I think I should tell you that they’re unrefundable.”

 “Ugh! I’m not doing this! No. I’m staying here. I don’t care if the ticket’s unrefundable or not. But I’m staying here. Here! Why do everyone make plans without telling me?” I say as I stomp upstairs and slam the door.

I lock the door and change clothes. I remove my clothes and put on an oversized shirt and PJs. I lie on my bed and put my earphones on while reading a book.