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Zayn Malik #imagine/fanfic
The Help- part 17
Sky's POV
Nothing could hide how nervous I was. One Direction were performing, and I'm after them. I was stood at the side of the stage with Eleanor, who managed to come to watch Louis. It's a big deal for all of us artists. This concert is the first of its time. I mean, in the audience there is children from all over the world living in poverty etc. I feel blessed to perform here. Eleanor was one of the nicest people I've ever met. She is so kind and genuine, and I'm going to thank Louis for dating her. They really are perfect for each other. The boys are great singers. They had just finished OWOA, one of my favourites.
"So this next song is one of my favourites, and tonight it is a very special song for all of you in the audience, and a very special girl backstage." Zayn announced, "this is Little Things,"
The crowds went wild, screaming their heads off. Eleanor aw'ed very loudly, and I didn't realise that I was the girl he was talking about. I didn't know what to feel other than amaZed. Amazed that I was so lucky. And I'm incredibly thankful for what I have.
When the boys were done, there was a clip of me, that we recorded ages ago pranking people. I stood behind the sheet of plastic. Obviously, I would break into song straight away, but I have to talk to the audience first. The board made the special effect so you could see my outline, then it dropped and I was left on stage. I smiled, happy that it was time.
"Hey! So normally I would be singing for you right now, but I need to talk first!" I laughed. The screams got even louder. God knows what would happen to me if I screamed like one of them!
"Ok so most of you know that I've had some problems with my vocal chords over the past few days. I haven't sung, and I don't know what's going to happen when I do sing in a second! I hope that if I can't sing, you will be ok, and I'll just stay out here and say some jokes or somment! Yeah so lets start again, now that I've got that sorted!" I giggled.
"Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything"
I sang. A massive smile broke on to my face. Yeah it hurt a tad, but that wouldn't be a problem. I put my thumb up to backstage, telling them that I was ok. It was a huge relief, thank go I didn't embarrass myself. (Song is broken strings by James Morrison!)
"When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again"
I reached the end of my first song and everything was back to normal. It went straight into Perfect Two, which also went well.
"Wow, thank goodness my voice is back! I just wanna say thank you for everyone who bought tickets to support these charities. It means the world to me. I really hope that you have had an amazing evening, and it isn't over yet! There's still loads more sets!" I laughed and grabbed my guitar for Hello Poppy.
"So this is a song from my new album. It's my favourite, and it's a little bit different to any others on there. It's all about a girl, who deserves to know just how special she is. I feel it really connects to lots of teenage girls out there, this ones for you guys," I smiled, and sat next to Will. He plays the drums quietly, whilst I play guitar and sing. I really love this song. He mouthed 'congrats' as I sat down.
"Thanks," I whispered. I positioned the microphone stand to meet my mouth and strummed the first chord.
"Thank you so much! Enjoy your evening!" I smiled and ran off stage. I was attacked in a hug from Zayn.
"You were awesome!" He smiled.
"So were you, and Little Things is now my favourite song!" I blushed.
"Oh realllyyy?" He teased.
"Shut up," I laughed. I walked to the canteen, I could kill for some water. I downed a whole bottle in one, and then ate some food! Singing makes me hungry okay?!
I was congratulated by lots of people, but I couldn't help but keep my eyes open for that one person, Will. I don't know why, but I need to thank him. When I saw his blonde hair, I ran over and gave him a hug.
"Oh my god will! You are the best thankyou so so much!!" I squealed.
"Awh Sky, why are you thanking me?" He asked.
"Because, that's the first time I've performed Hello Poppy live and I absolutely loved it, I couldn't have done it without you," I smiled.
"Well, you were pretty amazing. We're a good team," he said.
"Yeah, let's hope we can do that again!" I replied.
"Well, luckily for you we have 9 months of it!" He smiled.
"Oh aren't I lucky?" I said sarcastically.
"Sure are!"
"Well, I'm gonna go see Zayn so yeah. Bye," I smiled, giving him a hug.
"See ya Babe," he said. I walked in the direction of Zayn, who was sitting on one of the sofas, looking abit lost.
"Everything ok?" I asked, and sat next to him.
"Who's that?" He asked. Shit shit shit.
"That's Will,"
"I don't like him. What does he do?" He said grumpily.
"He's my drummer, and he's really nice so you can't judge someone when you don't know them!" I said defensively.
"But he is starring at you," he said. He's jealous. Tehe.
"That's because you're staring at him," I turned around, and he was indeed staring at us.
"Have you ever been together?" He asked.
"God is this 20 questions or am I being interrogated by the police? We kinda were, ages ago," I said.
"Do you still like him?" He asked.
"No! You know what Zayn, if I'm just going to sit here and be questioned by you I'm going," I said and stormed out, causing lots of people to stare. I could easily here Ed Sheeran singing on the stage, and walked- it was more of a run- done the corridors. When I reached a door that lead outside, I went through it and slouched down at the wall. The air wasn't that cold, so I was alright. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it. More and more tears escaped my eyes. It wasn't just because of the Zayn thing, but this whole evening. I thought I would be able to cope with the concept, but I can't. I just want to escape my life, and have a normal one. One when a teenage girl has 2 parents, and friends that she sees everyday. I didn't realise it, but a pair of arms were now wrapped around me, cradling me. I looked at who it was. Because of the blonde hair, I thought it was Will but turns out it was Niall.
"Niall?" I said.
"Hello Sky, I saw you run out and wanted to check you are ok?" He said.
"I'm not sure Niall. I don't know what's happening right now. All I want to do is go back to England and be a normal teenager. I want to give up," I cried.
"No, you don't Sky. Singing is what you love, and you are amazing at it. It's hard, and I can't imagine what it's like to do it on your own. Think how amazing your life is. There's 1000's of 18 year olds all around the world who would switch lives with you in an instant. You are going through a tough time, tonight must've been awful for you, but these times make us see how great the good times are. How proud will you feel when we are all on the stage later? You made that happen Sky, you!" He said.
"Niall, I can't do this anymore. And then there's this thing with Zayn, I may seem strong but I break." I cried.
"No, you are strong, and what's happening with Zayn?" He asked. I explained everything that just happened and how I couldn't handle it anymore.
"I just wanna lock myself in a box and forget," I sighed.
"Look, things with Zayn will blow over. I mean things were pretty heated earlier when I came in. Sky you are amazing, and you're my hero. So if you ever want a natter, your big bro Niall is always here." He smiled proudly.
"Thanks Niall, that means a lot to me." I said, giving him a hug. We stood up, and went inside.
I went to my dressing room and wiped my face of all makeup, then applying it again. I didn't look like I was crying 5 minutes ago. Now it was time for the finale. I went to the stage, and stood with Rihanna. We are starting it off. The last song was you got the love. Yeah it was a cover but it worked really well!
"Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air," Ri sang perfectly.
"I know I can count on you," I sang.
"Sometimes I feel like saying lord I just don't care" Taylor Swift added.
"But you got the love I need to see me through," I sang, finishing the first verse. Every performer had at least 1 line on their own. It was amazing, and people will be talking about it for a LONG time! Like Niall said, I would feel proud, and I do. We all joined hands and took a bow. I looked at Niall, who smiled. I laughed and shook my head at him. My eyes met Zayns, I smiled, so did he.
"I'm sorry" He mouthed. I smiled and mouthed it back. It seemed at that point, I felt happy for once. It was another one of the few genuine smiles I had over the past month or so. It was then that I realised, I'm incredibly lucky, and nothing could ever stop me from doing what I love.
When everything was over, all I wanted to do was to go to sleep. I was just packing my stuff into a duffel bag, in my dressing room.
"Can we go back tonight is the night so we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us.. Up like the ceiling can't hold us..." I hummed, quietly singing. I was thinking about asking Zayn to come round, not to do anything dirty, just to sleep, because I've missed him. I left my dressing room, and walked down the corridor to the One Direction room. I knocked on the door, and luckily Zayn came and answered. He had no top on. I repeat. No. Top. On. I couldn't help but stare at his toned abs. They fit together like a puzzle, they were mesmerising.
"Like it?" He winked.
"Oh shut up, Zayn can you do me favour?" I asked.
"Yeahh... Go on," he said suspiciously.
"Well. The hotel I'm in is spooky and I don't like being alone, please will you stay with me? Not to do anything? I just want some company?" I said. I must have sounded so desperate.
"I think we may have the same hotel, but yeah that would be my honour, I'd love to," he chuckled.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Just let me get a shirt and we can go." He said. He ran back in, leaving the door open. I saw 3/5 of One Direction shirtless, Harry naked. I gasped and quickly covered my eyes.
"Harry Edward Styles why haven't you got any clothes on?" I said, shocked.
"Oh hey Skylar! You can look if you want, I'm not bothered." He said proudly. My eyes were still covered.
"Nah, I'm good! Zayn hurry up Harrys being rude!" I laughed.
"No I am not! She's lying!" He gasped. Then Zayn came out and said bye to the boys. He grabbed my hand and we walked through the corridors to the exits. On the way out we each got congratulations or well done. I dreaded going outside, knowing that fans and paps would be everywhere. Not to mention that I was with Zayn. My grip on Zayns hand tightened, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me.
"Don't worry," he whispered in my ear which was probably the most attractive thing ever. The doors swung open and the flashes stunned my eyes, despite only being onstage an hour ago. The screams and yells at us got louder when they noticed Zayn's arm was wrapped around me. But for once, I didn't care what the magazines wrote. I didn't care what people said, just as long that they know I'm with Zayn, and nothing is gonna change it.
"SKYLAR ARE YOU AND ZAYN GOING TO SLEEP TOGETHER?" No.
"ZAYN CARE TO TELL US WHAT SKYLAR IS LIKE IN BED?" No he does not, and he doesn't even know. I hope. The questions went on and on until we managed to get into a silver people carrier. The fans chased after us, but eventually lost us.
"It's done," I sighed, relieved.
"You're so cute," he smiled.
"I'm so tired," I snuggled into his chest, and slowly felt my eyes closing.
My body was being pulled up from the comfy way, and my eyes shot open.
"Sshh, go back to sleep, I got you," Zayn whispered. I was still half asleep so mumbled ok and went back to sleep.
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Part 17;) I hope you enjoyed it! This is a visual of Skylar...
http://www.polyvore.com/skylar_jones/set?id=82340679
Rt, fav and enjoy!!:)
The Help- part 17
Sky's POV
Nothing could hide how nervous I was. One Direction were performing, and I'm after them. I was stood at the side of the stage with Eleanor, who managed to come to watch Louis. It's a big deal for all of us artists. This concert is the first of its time. I mean, in the audience there is children from all over the world living in poverty etc. I feel blessed to perform here. Eleanor was one of the nicest people I've ever met. She is so kind and genuine, and I'm going to thank Louis for dating her. They really are perfect for each other. The boys are great singers. They had just finished OWOA, one of my favourites.
"So this next song is one of my favourites, and tonight it is a very special song for all of you in the audience, and a very special girl backstage." Zayn announced, "this is Little Things,"
The crowds went wild, screaming their heads off. Eleanor aw'ed very loudly, and I didn't realise that I was the girl he was talking about. I didn't know what to feel other than amaZed. Amazed that I was so lucky. And I'm incredibly thankful for what I have.
When the boys were done, there was a clip of me, that we recorded ages ago pranking people. I stood behind the sheet of plastic. Obviously, I would break into song straight away, but I have to talk to the audience first. The board made the special effect so you could see my outline, then it dropped and I was left on stage. I smiled, happy that it was time.
"Hey! So normally I would be singing for you right now, but I need to talk first!" I laughed. The screams got even louder. God knows what would happen to me if I screamed like one of them!
"Ok so most of you know that I've had some problems with my vocal chords over the past few days. I haven't sung, and I don't know what's going to happen when I do sing in a second! I hope that if I can't sing, you will be ok, and I'll just stay out here and say some jokes or somment! Yeah so lets start again, now that I've got that sorted!" I giggled.
"Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything"
I sang. A massive smile broke on to my face. Yeah it hurt a tad, but that wouldn't be a problem. I put my thumb up to backstage, telling them that I was ok. It was a huge relief, thank go I didn't embarrass myself. (Song is broken strings by James Morrison!)
"When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again"
I reached the end of my first song and everything was back to normal. It went straight into Perfect Two, which also went well.
"Wow, thank goodness my voice is back! I just wanna say thank you for everyone who bought tickets to support these charities. It means the world to me. I really hope that you have had an amazing evening, and it isn't over yet! There's still loads more sets!" I laughed and grabbed my guitar for Hello Poppy.
"So this is a song from my new album. It's my favourite, and it's a little bit different to any others on there. It's all about a girl, who deserves to know just how special she is. I feel it really connects to lots of teenage girls out there, this ones for you guys," I smiled, and sat next to Will. He plays the drums quietly, whilst I play guitar and sing. I really love this song. He mouthed 'congrats' as I sat down.
"Thanks," I whispered. I positioned the microphone stand to meet my mouth and strummed the first chord.
"Thank you so much! Enjoy your evening!" I smiled and ran off stage. I was attacked in a hug from Zayn.
"You were awesome!" He smiled.
"So were you, and Little Things is now my favourite song!" I blushed.
"Oh realllyyy?" He teased.
"Shut up," I laughed. I walked to the canteen, I could kill for some water. I downed a whole bottle in one, and then ate some food! Singing makes me hungry okay?!
I was congratulated by lots of people, but I couldn't help but keep my eyes open for that one person, Will. I don't know why, but I need to thank him. When I saw his blonde hair, I ran over and gave him a hug.
"Oh my god will! You are the best thankyou so so much!!" I squealed.
"Awh Sky, why are you thanking me?" He asked.
"Because, that's the first time I've performed Hello Poppy live and I absolutely loved it, I couldn't have done it without you," I smiled.
"Well, you were pretty amazing. We're a good team," he said.
"Yeah, let's hope we can do that again!" I replied.
"Well, luckily for you we have 9 months of it!" He smiled.
"Oh aren't I lucky?" I said sarcastically.
"Sure are!"
"Well, I'm gonna go see Zayn so yeah. Bye," I smiled, giving him a hug.
"See ya Babe," he said. I walked in the direction of Zayn, who was sitting on one of the sofas, looking abit lost.
"Everything ok?" I asked, and sat next to him.
"Who's that?" He asked. Shit shit shit.
"That's Will,"
"I don't like him. What does he do?" He said grumpily.
"He's my drummer, and he's really nice so you can't judge someone when you don't know them!" I said defensively.
"But he is starring at you," he said. He's jealous. Tehe.
"That's because you're staring at him," I turned around, and he was indeed staring at us.
"Have you ever been together?" He asked.
"God is this 20 questions or am I being interrogated by the police? We kinda were, ages ago," I said.
"Do you still like him?" He asked.
"No! You know what Zayn, if I'm just going to sit here and be questioned by you I'm going," I said and stormed out, causing lots of people to stare. I could easily here Ed Sheeran singing on the stage, and walked- it was more of a run- done the corridors. When I reached a door that lead outside, I went through it and slouched down at the wall. The air wasn't that cold, so I was alright. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it. More and more tears escaped my eyes. It wasn't just because of the Zayn thing, but this whole evening. I thought I would be able to cope with the concept, but I can't. I just want to escape my life, and have a normal one. One when a teenage girl has 2 parents, and friends that she sees everyday. I didn't realise it, but a pair of arms were now wrapped around me, cradling me. I looked at who it was. Because of the blonde hair, I thought it was Will but turns out it was Niall.
"Niall?" I said.
"Hello Sky, I saw you run out and wanted to check you are ok?" He said.
"I'm not sure Niall. I don't know what's happening right now. All I want to do is go back to England and be a normal teenager. I want to give up," I cried.
"No, you don't Sky. Singing is what you love, and you are amazing at it. It's hard, and I can't imagine what it's like to do it on your own. Think how amazing your life is. There's 1000's of 18 year olds all around the world who would switch lives with you in an instant. You are going through a tough time, tonight must've been awful for you, but these times make us see how great the good times are. How proud will you feel when we are all on the stage later? You made that happen Sky, you!" He said.
"Niall, I can't do this anymore. And then there's this thing with Zayn, I may seem strong but I break." I cried.
"No, you are strong, and what's happening with Zayn?" He asked. I explained everything that just happened and how I couldn't handle it anymore.
"I just wanna lock myself in a box and forget," I sighed.
"Look, things with Zayn will blow over. I mean things were pretty heated earlier when I came in. Sky you are amazing, and you're my hero. So if you ever want a natter, your big bro Niall is always here." He smiled proudly.
"Thanks Niall, that means a lot to me." I said, giving him a hug. We stood up, and went inside.
I went to my dressing room and wiped my face of all makeup, then applying it again. I didn't look like I was crying 5 minutes ago. Now it was time for the finale. I went to the stage, and stood with Rihanna. We are starting it off. The last song was you got the love. Yeah it was a cover but it worked really well!
"Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air," Ri sang perfectly.
"I know I can count on you," I sang.
"Sometimes I feel like saying lord I just don't care" Taylor Swift added.
"But you got the love I need to see me through," I sang, finishing the first verse. Every performer had at least 1 line on their own. It was amazing, and people will be talking about it for a LONG time! Like Niall said, I would feel proud, and I do. We all joined hands and took a bow. I looked at Niall, who smiled. I laughed and shook my head at him. My eyes met Zayns, I smiled, so did he.
"I'm sorry" He mouthed. I smiled and mouthed it back. It seemed at that point, I felt happy for once. It was another one of the few genuine smiles I had over the past month or so. It was then that I realised, I'm incredibly lucky, and nothing could ever stop me from doing what I love.
When everything was over, all I wanted to do was to go to sleep. I was just packing my stuff into a duffel bag, in my dressing room.
"Can we go back tonight is the night so we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us.. Up like the ceiling can't hold us..." I hummed, quietly singing. I was thinking about asking Zayn to come round, not to do anything dirty, just to sleep, because I've missed him. I left my dressing room, and walked down the corridor to the One Direction room. I knocked on the door, and luckily Zayn came and answered. He had no top on. I repeat. No. Top. On. I couldn't help but stare at his toned abs. They fit together like a puzzle, they were mesmerising.
"Like it?" He winked.
"Oh shut up, Zayn can you do me favour?" I asked.
"Yeahh... Go on," he said suspiciously.
"Well. The hotel I'm in is spooky and I don't like being alone, please will you stay with me? Not to do anything? I just want some company?" I said. I must have sounded so desperate.
"I think we may have the same hotel, but yeah that would be my honour, I'd love to," he chuckled.
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Just let me get a shirt and we can go." He said. He ran back in, leaving the door open. I saw 3/5 of One Direction shirtless, Harry naked. I gasped and quickly covered my eyes.
"Harry Edward Styles why haven't you got any clothes on?" I said, shocked.
"Oh hey Skylar! You can look if you want, I'm not bothered." He said proudly. My eyes were still covered.
"Nah, I'm good! Zayn hurry up Harrys being rude!" I laughed.
"No I am not! She's lying!" He gasped. Then Zayn came out and said bye to the boys. He grabbed my hand and we walked through the corridors to the exits. On the way out we each got congratulations or well done. I dreaded going outside, knowing that fans and paps would be everywhere. Not to mention that I was with Zayn. My grip on Zayns hand tightened, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me.
"Don't worry," he whispered in my ear which was probably the most attractive thing ever. The doors swung open and the flashes stunned my eyes, despite only being onstage an hour ago. The screams and yells at us got louder when they noticed Zayn's arm was wrapped around me. But for once, I didn't care what the magazines wrote. I didn't care what people said, just as long that they know I'm with Zayn, and nothing is gonna change it.
"SKYLAR ARE YOU AND ZAYN GOING TO SLEEP TOGETHER?" No.
"ZAYN CARE TO TELL US WHAT SKYLAR IS LIKE IN BED?" No he does not, and he doesn't even know. I hope. The questions went on and on until we managed to get into a silver people carrier. The fans chased after us, but eventually lost us.
"It's done," I sighed, relieved.
"You're so cute," he smiled.
"I'm so tired," I snuggled into his chest, and slowly felt my eyes closing.
My body was being pulled up from the comfy way, and my eyes shot open.
"Sshh, go back to sleep, I got you," Zayn whispered. I was still half asleep so mumbled ok and went back to sleep.
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Part 17;) I hope you enjoyed it! This is a visual of Skylar...
http://www.polyvore.com/skylar_jones/set?id=82340679
Rt, fav and enjoy!!:)