Chapter 7
"Scarlett, darling." Simon called. I looked up from my song journal and ventured over to him.
"Yes?" I asked politely.
"The boys need a new song for their next album. I want something you can dance to, with some mature content but not obvious. You know what I mean?"
I nodded and smiled.
"Good. Get to it." he clapped playfully. I giggled and skipped back into my bedroom.
That's right. My bedroom. The rooms are split in two. It's Niall, Zayn and I in one. Louis, Harry, and Liam in the other. I can honestly say I feel bad for Liam.
Simon told us that we're staying in New York for a little over 2 weeks, so we're staying in two big suits in some huge hotel.
Where celebrities go.
Which means fans know where we are.
Which means it's loud.
"Niall!" I called.
"I'm in my room!" he shouted. I walked to his room and popped my head in the door.
"Can I borrow your guitar?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Course!" he chirped and handed me it. "Whatcha need it for?"
"Simon wants me to write a song for your next album." I explained.
"Come get me and show me once you've got something down. You're brilliant when it comes to writing."
"Thanks, love." I smiled and skipped back across the hall to my room.
I jumped onto my bed, sitting criss cross.
"Let's get to work, shall we?" I said to myself.
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I grabbed Niall's guitar and ran to his room, over joyed about what I've written.
"Niall!" I yelled.
"Oh God." I heard him mutter and open the door.
"Sit! I want to play it for you!"
"This must be good if you're this excited." he smirked. I stuck out my tongue, the mature person I am.
"So it starts with Liam. Because from what I learned, he's pretty much the song starter." I laughed. Niall nodded.
"Play!"
"Don't rush me." I growled playfully.
"We're running out of time." he sang.
"Niall, where do you possibly have to go? The kitchen? Hot date with the fridge?" I joked.
"How'd you know?"
I glared at him then rolled my eyes. I muttered a 'whatever' and prepared to sing.
"Hey girl I'm waiting on ya, I'm waiting on ya
C'mon and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music's up the windows down."
"Yeah, we'll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool
And we know it too ( know it too )
Yeah, we'll keep doing what we do
Just pretending that we're cool
So tonight…"
"Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun
I know we only met but let's pretend it's love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let's get some
And live while we're young
Woah-ooh-ooh-ohh oh oh oh
And Live While We're Young
Tonight let's get some, and live while we're young."
"So that's all I have so far. I mean, I still have two days to write it." I shrugged.
"What- How? How the hell did you write a verse, a pre- chorus and a chorus in thirty minutes?!" he exclaimed. "And it's good! More than good! Just how?!"
I laughed at how worked up he was getting. It's kind of cute.
What the... I just called Niall cute.
"It's weird. How alike we are. Oh, and the fact that you saved me when I was little." I giggled after he finished his rant.
"What are the odds that was you? Do you remember after that, when your Mom went crazy? Then my mom had to calm her down? So me and you sat there and pigged out on some desserts on your mom's food cart?" he laughed.
"Oh my god. Yes! I got so sick from eating that much chocolate! And you laughed at me for being a wimp then you proceeded to get sick and throw up." I doubled over.
"And like an hour later, we were crawling under the seats scaring passengers!"
"Yes! Then our moms' sent us to time out, which was in the little attendant head quarters. So we started talking on the loud speaker phone!"
"I still can't believe that was you, Scar." he chuckled.
I took a deep breath, regaining my composure.
"I think I just got a six pack." I joked. "But seriously, what are the odds that you showed up and saved me twice?"
"This one time, I was in some random chat room. Someone joined my room and we were talking for hours about her life. Her father abused her and her mother died. It reminds me so much of you. That girl and I talked every day, and then she just stopped."
"Because my father smashed my computer." I paused. "That was me Niall."
"You're not serious." he scoffed. I nodded and bit my lip.
"IrishNialler0913." I winked. "Meet, TheNamesScarlett0913."
"What the actual hell? Why is it always you?"
"I honestly have no clue." I giggled. "Oh, and that's three times."
"Three what?"
"Three times you've saved me. I always needed a friend, and you were my one and only. You saved me from all those times I wanted to kill myself. I thought I mattered to someone."
"Well, in that case, you saved me too." he whispered.
"How?"
"I wasn't always famous and popular you know. People didn't know who I'd be in the future."
"Bullied..." I sighed. He nodded.
"Correct. It was nice having you to talk to though. It still is nice having you to talk to." he smiled genuinely and I returned it.
I didn't answer. I just kind of dazed off.
I've met Niall three times. And all three times he saved me.
"Niall...” I paused, getting his attention. "Y-you're my best friend."
"You're mine too."
We just sat there. Staring at each other with huge smiles on our faces. It's almost like you found your other half.
"Help me write the rest of this song?"
"I'd love to."
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"You wrote an entire song in less than a day?" Simon asked, clearly shocked.
"Uh, should I have taken longer? I mean, I can start over if you want." I mumbled.
"No! It's absolutely incredible! And it's exactly what I'm looking for!" he chirped. "I'm just going to get it revised, and then the boys will record. This is wonderful!"
I smiled up at him as he jumped around.
Simon isn't exactly the same person he's portrayed to be on TV. He's actually pretty funny and crazy. Very... flamboyant.
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