All She Wanted — Prologue
A/N: alright guys, I was really excited about this idea so I thought I’d write the prologue and see what you all think. Please please message me with your thoughts/ideas/comments and before I continue it I’ll finish ATT. This is just to lay down the plot, so don’t worry that there’s so little of the boys in here, there will be plenty of them to come if you like this one :)
“The sun goes down, the stars come out. And all that counts, is here and now. My universe will never be the same. I’m glad you came, I’m glad you came…” I watched from the wings as they boys performed their final show of the European tour. Girls screamed, lights swung on their hinges, and cameras flashed, but it was something to which I was accustomed now. I watched as Siva brought the microphone to his lips, his almond eyes darting over to where I was sitting and the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk when our gazes locked. I mouthed the words with him and crossed my eyes to try and slip him up, but he fought the laughter well, shaking his head before turning away to attend to his fans just a few feet in front of him.
The set was nearly finished, the last of the year, and the five of them were saying their thank-yous and farewells to the tear-streaked faces that clawed over each other to get closer to the stage. “It’s been an amazing tour,” Max said, one hand raised high to wave to the fans. “We wouldn’t have been able to do it without you guys!” screams of joy filled the stadium and Nathan said a small bit before Siva cleared his throat.
“I’d also like to say that without one special person, I don’t know if I’d have the strength to be here tonight. She’s backstage, so if you guys could all give her a big welcome, she’ll help us close the show. Come on out, Val!” he swung his long arm in a grandiose gesture towards the wings and I pursed my lips to the side to keep from smiling.
I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming. Siva pulled stunts like this all the time that got us in trouble with our management teams the next day, but he kept at it anyway. With a half-hearted sigh, I stepped onto the stage and accepted the spare microphone that a stage-tech thrust towards me, raising a hand to the crowd as they cheered.
“You’re going to get me in trouble, Siv,” I warned teasingly, bumping my hip into his. Actually it was more his upper-thigh, he was a fucking giant and despite being 5’8”, I was still dwarfed by him.
“Babe, trouble follows you everywhere.” He smirked, the microphone catching his words and sending them out to the girls at our feet. The screams felt like forks were stabbing my eardrums, good god, how many of these girls still had to go through puberty?
“Alrighty then!” Nathan jumped in, “We’re going to close with one of our favorite covers, sing along of you know it.” the music started to drift into the air and I couldn’t help but laugh. I had jokingly practiced this song with them in the studio a few weeks ago, but I didn’t think Siva would remember.
“When she was just a girl she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep. Dreamed of para- para- paradise…”
Their five voices harmonized perfectly as they rolled through the first verses, then gestured for me to continue. “Life goes on it gets so heavy, the wheel breaks the butterfly. Every tear, a waterfall, in the night, the stormy night she closed her eyes. In the night, the stormy night away she’d fly.” I stepped back and let them take over for the rest of the song, adding a few runs and harmonies where necessary, then the song faded to a close.
“Don’t forget to check out this lovely lady’s debut album!” Max grinned at the crowd, hooking an arm around my neck and digging a knuckle into my scalp.
“Aw, bastard!” I cried, “I was having a good hair day too!” he laughed and swiped a hand over my ass before charging off stage after his bandmates, Siva and I close behind.
“Max, you’re not supposed to push her album on stage, management gets pissy.” Siva frowned, his lengthy arm encircling my waist. Max only shrugged.
“It’s a good album, people should go buy it.” he winked at me before ducking into his dressing room.
“I’m sorry, babe—” Siva began, but I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him.
“I already have a meeting with my management tomorrow, now I can just hang out a bit longer, maybe see Fiona finally reach that next level of tomato-face I’ve been waiting for.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“Your accent is hilarious. To-maayyyyy-to!” he mocked, pinching my chin as he mimicked me.
“Oh, shut up,” I retorted, fighting a smile. “Because to-mah-to sounds so much better.”
“It’s sophisticated.” He pouted, folding his arms over his narrow torso.
“It’s as sophisticated as Oliver Twist.”
“He was a homeless orphan boy who didn’t get enough food…”
“Exactly.” His pout deepened and I giggled, kissing it away.
“Spend the night in my room, Val,” he offered his arms twisting around my waist to pull me to his chest. “We can plan our trip next month.”
“Siva, I can’t,” I sighed, burying my face in his shoulder, “my meeting is early tomorrow morning.”
“But don’t you want to talk about Spain? An entire month in that beautiful country for our one-year…it’ll be perfect.”
“It sounds amazing, but we can talk about it after my meeting.” I promised, pulling away to slip my fingers between his. “You can walk me to my room though.”
“I’ll take it,” he smirked, letting me tug him to the exit.
“VALERIE WILLIAMS WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Fiona screeched, her long, fake nails raking through her fake-blonde hair. Leave it to the manager of a musician to be the most plasticized woman in the industry.
“Fiona, what are you talking about?” I sighed, idly twirling my phone on the table that sat between us.
“Paparazzi caught pictures of you and Siva walking back to your room. Do you know what that makes you look like?” her face was easing into Stage One: Beet.
“That I’m a normal twenty-one year old with a boyfriend who likes to be chivalrous and walk her to her room?”
“NO! That you’re a twenty-one year old slut who only wants to have sex with her boyfriend!”
“Whoa, Fifi, don’t hold back,” I snorted, doing my best not to roll my eyes. That welcomed Stage Two: Firetruck.
“This is bad for your image, Valerie, when will you take that into consideration? You’re a rising star, you’ve put out an album, you’re a famous boy-band member’s girlfriend, you’re going to start touring, you need to think!”
That last part caught my attention and I jerked my head up to frown at my manager. “I’m touring? I thought I was going to put out another single before I started touring? Remember, we were going to use one of my songs—”
“This is going to be bigger than another single. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, the opportunity other artists would kill for!” her gaze was fixed on something far away, eyes shining with the thought of her name in lights. Fiona lived vicariously through me, taking every opportunity as her own and forcing me into it without thinking about what I wanted or what my plans were for myself. It was all about Fiona.
“Just tell me what the hell it is, Fiona, I’m not playing games with my career.” Her gaze focused on me once again, fingers clasped beneath her chin in excitement.
“You’re going to open on tour with the hottest band in the world. The biggest names in every magazine and social media site…you’re going on tour with One Direction!”