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“And now the lovely break out star of 2012: Ava!” I heard Alan Carr shouted to the crowed as they cheered.
I couldn’t help but smile as wide as ever.
I was so happy that people cheered for me, sometimes I wonder if the people are cheering for me and my music, or just for the fact that I’m Nialls girlfriend.
I started strumming the chords from my new single on the guitar and laughed as the crowd cheered for that simple gesture.
Soon enough the drums started playing a role, and we were all in a full out instrumental moment.
Instrumental moments had to be my favorite part of songs. Even more than the lyrics that make you cry.
I leaned into the microphone, the crowed instantly cheered in agreement, so I leaned away teasingly and laughed and their frowning faces.
“I’m walking fast through the traffic lights…
Busy streets and busy lives,
Now all we know…
Is Touch & go…
We are alone with our changing minds,
We fall in love ‘til it hurts or bleeds…
Or fades in time…
And I never….. Saw you coming….
And I’ll never…be the same…”
The crowd cheered in agreement, and I smiled at my silly love songs. We went back to a short period of music, and I embraced it with open arms while dancing around the stage.
“You come around and the armour falls…
Pierce the room like a cannonball…
Now all we know… Is don’t let go
We are alone just you and me…
Up in your room and our slates are clean…
Just twin fire signs…
And four blue eyes….
So you were never a saint,
And I love the shades or wrong,
We learned to live with the pain,
Mosaic broken hearts!
But this love is ragging,
And wild!
And I never… saw you coming…
And I’ll never…be the same….
After this we were just supposed to repeat the chorus and move into a third verse, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. A string of words filled my brain along with the music and I felt an urge to change the song title. Naming it, when I and a few people from the studio wrote it, ‘The same’ no longer had the same effect on me anymore. This was my favorite song, I felt it had the most potential, but ‘The same’ was a boring title…
“This is a state of grace…” I sang randomly. This is definitely not the third verse…
“This is the worthwhile fight…
Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right.
These are the hands of fate
You’re my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good
And right and real
And I never…. saw you coming
And I’ll never… be the same
And I never…. saw you coming
And I’ll never… be the same
This is a state of grace
This is a worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right….”
The crowd cheered and my blood ran miles an hour inside my veins. I felt a huge rush of excitement and happiness.
It was for my love of music.
**** -3 YEARS LATER-
“Ava!” I heard these random men shout at me, “How do you feel about Niall saying ‘this ones the one’?”
“Do you still have feelings for Niall?” another shouted.
Of course, I thought, everything was about Niall. Those were the only questions that remained.
“Can you please back away from my car?” I asked politely. Some did make room, but most just ignored me.
They always ignore me, you know unless they want an inside scoop.
I wasn’t a total mess over Niall and me breaking up. We had a beautiful run. We were together for two and a half years.
I love him, but we were both two different people in the end. We were no longer that couple that laughed in Chicago while he carried me like Shrek with Fiona. We grew apart, and the distance only contributed to that.
We were no longer the two crazy teenagers who were madly in love. We became distant and I did my thing, while he did his.
Flash-forward three months and I find out he has a girlfriend. It only took him three months to move on from a relationship of nearly three years. It stung. It stung a lot. I got over it. But when he said she was the one. I couldn’t help but wonder…
Was I there, just to pave the pavement? Nothing more, nothing less?
I still see Niall sometimes at the studio. We say ‘hi’ politely but nothing more. I work on my music, he works on his.
Did he ever think I was the one? ...He never said it but, we spoke about having kids sometimes. About having a little girl and I would make her a prodigy in Piano like her mother, and Niall would play football with her, and we would enjoy each other’s company, and presence. Now whenever I sense his presence, instead of being drawn to it, I run away from it. Like a scared puppy. When tabloids found out about the breakup, I felt as if everything was going to explode. I was going to explode. Now all I have is myself. Back to square one right?
This wasn’t the life that I wanted. I didn’t want to be making music because I had signed a piece a paper that told me to do it. I wanted to do it because I wanted to, and it was my passion. It started off that way… Two albums later it lost its touch. I can’t write songs, and half of my junior album isn’t even written by me, but rather other people!
I can’t do this anymore.
***
“What is wrong with you?!” I heard Simon yell at me. He’s never yelled at me before….
“I just wanted to let you know…” I said boldly. I have never done anything so bold, and instinctual in a long time.
I was shaking it my seat while I said everything, but I had not a single drop of remorse. This was what I wanted. It was what I needed.
“You can’t just drop everything and leave! It’s in your contract! You have four albums with us!” he shouted even louder.
I felt like crying in this chair, I felt like hiding, but I refuse to show any of those emotions.
“I know that Simon,” I said with a steady voice, “I was thinking about everything, I did what I promised. I have you four albums!”
“No, you have me three dammit!” he shouted while pounding his fist on the desk, “Ava you are one of my most talented artist with this label, you can’t just leave us!”
“Simon…” I whispered, finally getting his attention, “Hear me out.”
I wanted for a flinch, but found nothing. He was listening.
“I…” I started but I decided to choose my words carefully, When I did, I spoke clearly and carefully, “When I started out I did it because I loved the music. You and I both now, it’s not the same anymore. I’m not doing my best, my shows aren’t as fun, and I’ve stopped caring. That’s not fair to either of us. I’ll only bring your label down, and my career with it. I want to leave. I am leaving. You can’t change my mind. I just want to…figure some stuff out for a bit.”
“What about the contract?” he finally asked me.
“I looked into it too; the contract states that I give you four albums, and three tours along with each. I did that. I finished recording my fourth last month; I gave you a tour for every single one of my last albums. That’s four albums, and three tours. I won’t tour for my fourth album; I did everything the contract asked. You can release the fourth album, no problem. There’s not a single rule or law against it. Everything is set into place.”
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked me sincerely.
“More than anything…” I said with a smile.
“Good luck…” he said with a distorted smile. He was happy that I was happy with my choice, but that was about the only thing he was about.
Simon stood from his chair, and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and smiled.
“I’ll be back one day… I just need to settle some things…”
“I look forward to that day.”
Simon opened the door and the lovely boys of my past looked at me dumbfounded, but I did not dare look at the blue eyed blond. I would feel too much guilt.
“We heard shouting and…” Liam started, but he had tears in his eyes.
“You’re leaving?” I heard Harry ask. He was always my closest friend from these four. Always. His voice cracked and his eyes were red and ready to blow.
I could see this go down, I would run to Simon to take me back this instant, but I won’t be happy. I can’t be unhappy any longer.
“Yeah….” I whispered while observing my nails.
“For how long?” I Louis croaked.
I felt like crying, and sobbing and locking myself in a room and never coming out.
“I don’t know…” I confessed.
“Niall what did you do?!” I heard Louis shout frustrated. I was just as frustrated with everything, but I know it wasn’t Nialls fault.
“I’m sorry!” Niall cried; it wasn’t until now that I looked at him that I saw he was crying too.
“Hey!” I shouted at Louis, “This isn’t his fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault. I just… I need to go.”
“If it’s something that I did,” Niall started, “Don’t run away please I’ll-”
“I’m not running away from anything,” I said while shutting my eyes frustrated, “I’m not running away…” I repeated more calmly, “This is my choice, and based on things I did, and didn’t do. It’s no one’s fault but mine, and I’m going to fix it. It’s not over yet. Think of it… as a break.” I said with a small smile.
“I have to go pack…” I said while hugging them all goodbye.
“Where are you going?” Louis asked.
“My roots, the states… I just want to be off the grid for a bit…”
“What City though?” Zayn said speaking up for the first time, “We can come visit you…”
I felt like crying/sobbing at that very moment knowing my answer “I uh… I don’t think that would be a good idea. If it helps… I’m moving to Tennessee. That’s all I can say… I’m sorry,” I finally choked out.
I didn’t wait for an answer, knowing that I was so close to changing my mind. But I refuse to change my mind. I can’t change my mind, not now that I finally grew the nerve to leave.
Goodbye London.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
A/N: Merry Christmas guys! Anyway here is the VERY LAST CHAPTER OF Ava, the world& Niall Horan! So...Yeah. Anyway the sequel with be posted around some time next week, I already started writing it on word, but It's so annoyinf considering how around 12 pages on word, is like 3 on Wattpad! UGH! Anyway! Have yourself a merry little Christmas, and happy holidays! Don't forget to vote and comment, and FAN! It honestly makes me smile everytime I see that I got a new fan, I don't know why. I started out the story and not many people started to actually comment or vote, or anything like that, just ghost reading. And now that I'm starting to see you guys actually commenting a bit, and voting (Oh my god the voting! :) ) It just makes me smile. :) Anyway keep it up and if you want to tell other wattpaders (Is that what we're called?) to read it also, it means the world to me. :) Can't wait to see you guys on 'Finding Me' (The sequel title) so yeah.... MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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-Daniela
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