"We are going to WHAT?" Harry exclaims. I cover my ears as a string of profanities march out of his mouth. We had just got off of our plane, when we were rushed to Simon. "Harry! Calm down!" Simon commands him. "You and Lucy are going to move out into your own house." Harry sits back down in his chair. "But I don't want to!" he complains. Not like I want to either Harry.
"I already bought it. I even had someone go collect your things." Simon declares. "I think we need to capture more of the father-daughter theme." Harry's face starts getting red. "But I don't want to live with her!" he yells, jabbing his finger at me. Ouch. I quickly blink away the tears that threaten to pour over. "You are and that is final," Simon barks. Harry closes his mouth and settles back in his chair.
"Alright, next order of business," Simon says and turns to me, " Lucy, I want you to audition for Britain's Got Talent. I believe that your musical skills have worth in them." My jaw literally drops. Like how you see in television shows when the character's jaw is on the floor, it's that bad.
"What?" I ask him. This guy is just full of fun ideas. "I-I-I can't!" I stutter, "Stage fright, remember?" He shrugs, "You are just going to have to get over it." he states. "B-But I'm only human!" I exclaim, "I can't just zap away my fears!" Already nervous, I start playing with my fingers. "You are auditioning." he states firmly. "What about school?" I ask, going to my last resort. "I've decided that you should start school after the holidays. And if you're still in the competition, we can get you online school. " he says. I sigh.
"Go to the car," Simon tells us lazily, "Your driver knows where to go and all of your things are already put away." Harry stands up and roughly shoves his chair away. He storms out of the room. Anger issues much?
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I get out of the car and look at the house. I change my mind, this is my dream house, not gran's.(Author's Note: House at the side.) Raindrops start to fall and I pull my jacket closer to my body, shivering. I quickly run up to the door to find it locked. I turn around and see Harry. "It's locked." I state. He grumbles something illegible and pushes me aside. Rude. Harry reaches under the welcome mat and comes up with the key. Why didn't I think of that?
We enter the house and are immediately met with the smell of food. I take off my shoes and walk to the kitchen. The sight immediately puts a smile on my face. "Welcome home!" Louis screams. I give hugs to the boys and see that they got takeout.
Harry walks in with a frown. Everybody greets Harry, but he ignores them. He grabs a plate, fills it with food, and walks upstairs to find his room. I shake off my frown and grab a plate for food. "Thanks guys," I say cheerily with my best fake smile, "I'm starving."
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That night, I lay awake in my bed. Harry left hours ago, probably to drink. I roll over and look out my window. I don't know why, but that's when it hits me. I'm not going to play the piano. I want to get out of this. My singing is absolutely dreadful, so I sing. It's that simple. If I sing, he won't be able to put me through.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the slamming of the door. Then, I hear giggles. Curious, I walk out of my room and to the staircase to see Harry literally on top of a very fake looking woman. Before my innocent eyes can see anymore, I rush to my room and shut the door. I lay in my bed and try to fall asleep, but I can still hear the noises.
