VALERIE

Chapter 21: LA Love Story

Chapter 21: LA Love Story (Introduction)
       21.1: Taken
       21.2: Mean
       21.3: Devious Love Birds
       21.4: The Villain in Me
       21.5: Here Comes Trouble

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 Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

 

But you make me wanna act like a girl

Paint my nails and wear high heels

Yes you, make me so nervous

That I just can’t hold your hand

 

I find it really unfair that I sound good singing when I’m in the shower but I really sound awful when other people hear me sing. This is just one of those ordinary occasions that I take advantage of a steam hot shower that I can’t help but sing from the top of my freaking lungs. I must admit, I sound like a goose drowning in a pond; my tone and pitch are just all over the place. So I contain myself and act like a diva in this little space; I sound even worse due to the water running down my face and eventually to my mouth. No matter how horrible I sound like, I can’t help but sing. Let’s just say I have a massive love for singing, but singing does not love me back. My heart is broken.

I learned the piano when I was little, but that did not help put my singing skill on the right track. Heaven is when I play the piano, but when I accompany it with singing, you’ll know it is the apocalypse. I usually sing to Harry for just two definite reasons; one, to annoy him; two, to entertain him. I would usually do an interpretative or sensual dance to add effect to the song. Harry ends up laughing endlessly like hyena; rolling on the floor like an earthworm and clapping like a retarded seal. Well obviously, the first reason just doesn’t work.

You make me glow

But I cover up, won’t let it show

 

So I’m putting my defences up

‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love

If I ever did that,

I think I’d have a heart attack

I think I’d have a heart attaaaaaaccckkk

I think I’d have a__

I stop blubbering with the two knocks at the door of the bathroom, and then I turn the shower off to take a listen.

“Knock! Knock!” Harry sounds off behind the door.

“Yeah?” I stifle, wiping the water from my face, hugging my wet and bare physique.

“Are you done yet?” He yells, hurrying me up, as usual.

“Almost!” I yell back, submissive. I don’t want to start a fight on our first day here in L.A.

We arrived here last night, the most convenient time when almost all fans and paparazzis are already snoozing. But still there were few of them who showed up. I’m a little bit impressed with their supersonic radar; it’s quite annoying most of the time though.

We are all staying at the hotel for the next couple of days to attend the L.A. premiere of This Is Us, the VMA, and some countless activities which I am not looking forward to; especially without having Eleanor here with us. She’s tied by her tight schedule at Uni and her wicked boss at work. Poor Louis, he has to go over these memorable events without her, and share room with the only single guy— since Harry’s pretending to be taken—in the band, Niall. I’m still glad, Perrie is here with Zayn; not to mention Sophia with Liam, whom I am still on the process of assessing if I can trust her or not. I don’t know but the very first time I met her, my blood just boiled and each time I see her around, the feeling attacks once again.