I'm Being Adopted by... One Direction?

Come Back... Be Here *Part One of Chapter 53*

A/N: plEASE READ THE LYRICS AND IF POSSIBLE LISTEN TO THE SONG ABOVE/ON THE SIDE WHEN READING. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THE LYRICS OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED LATER ON.

p.s 3043 words(:

Grace, Eight P.M -

"I don't know if I should thank you for grabbing me and pulling me out, or if I should hurt you." I said rubbing my shoulder; I could feel the bruise setting in from hitting the ground with the chair. My clothing was yet again soaked from running to the car from the press conference. The rain was starting to let up, only a heavy drizzle hitting the car windows.

"I saved you from that room; we all know how that would end up Grace." Jacob murmured against my hair. I was pressed into his side sitting in the middle seat of the car. I nodded agreeing with him, I didn't know what everyone was going to do when the lights turned back on and I was missing. It was about eight at night, I would get back to my tour bus in about thirty minutes. The drive wasn't that long; except this would be one of the last times I was ever going to be in the tour bus. My tour had ended; it was a year and three months long. It started in the U.K. and ended in France, odd, but that's how it was.

My last show was a week ago. It was a thrill the tour, it took up a bunch of time but it wasn't something I'd give up for the world. It made getting to skating practice tricky, but that had ended in March and was only just starting back up in a month or so. Skating was also something I'd never give up, occasionally when I had the free time I'd go to a rink and just skate. Call it cheesy but when I skated, I forgot I was famous. It was just so easy so get lost in the music that played through my ear buds while my skates cut against the ice creating their own delicate path. Sometimes I wondered what would happen if I made skating my career, not singing.

I shook the thought off as I arrived at the stop. My bulky tour bus was standing there and looking like a garden-knom was my Chevy Camaro. The sleek black and red paint job was my favorite part of it all, it blended in against the dawn sky, a faint outline was had the ability to be made out though. We rolled up in the rental car, my thoughts somewhere else. I was going to the studio next to record some songs; in the next two months I was going to release my new album. These were the last tracks I had to record and I planned on powering through the four songs. I had recorded majority of Don't Let Me Go, but I needed to rerecord the ending and the bridge to the verse. Nightingale was still in the works of being written, the verse, beginning, and the ending just needed a lot of reworking. Nightingale was going to be tricky from the huge notes in it. This album I am very proud of the songs were a lot closer to my heart.

I realized that everyone was getting out of the rental car while I was just sitting there. I sighed, pushed myself out of the passenger side seat and darted my way to the bus in the rain. Over the thudding rain hitting the pavement, I shouted to Anderana; "Can you drive my car to the studio? I want to drive it back." It probably wasn't the best idea for anyone in the right state of mind to let me drive back in the wee early morning hours, especially when the rain looked like it wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon. The road underneath the bus was slick making very dangerous driving conditions. It was going to be hard to convince Anderana to let her drive the car back. It was hard to imagine that I had another forty five minute drive to the studio; the rides always seem to go quick. Maybe it was because I wanted to soak in that this was my last time in this bus, with these people, and the last time I would be on tour for a while.

I shut my eyes and let my head gently rest up against the window of the bus; I didn't want to finish off my second album just yet. It was the beginning of June, in two weeks it would be the 20th. Then it would be July, when I would release my second album, and then it was August. This year it would mark the second year of being adopted by One Direction. It was surreal knowing that I've spent eleven months, almost an entire year, being in this stupid war with them. It was aggravating beyond relief. It shouldn't be this stupid, it shouldn't have been for this long, and it surly should have ended when the other apologized. I didn't know how they even felt about it anymore, I've apologized multiple times, and knowing that they didn't even try to dial my phone number hurt more than it should.