Sign For Love ((ON HOLD))

Chapter One

My phone buzzed in my back pocket. I always had to keep it close and on vibrate; otherwise I never knew if I was getting messages. It was a text, from my boss Kristi.  

Meeting the boys @ Syco in 20. Be there.  

Great. Syco was 30 minutes from my apartment.

I sauntered into the next room, tapping Brandon, my "translator" on the shoulder.  

We have to go to Syco now. We're supposed to be there in 20 minutes. My hands flew quickly as I signed to him.

Since the accident, I had no choice but to learn sign language. But of course, not everybody knew what my hand gestures meant, so I had to have somebody follow me around, and translate what I said to other people, and what they were saying back to me. So, my lovely friend Brandon lived with me to help me.  

Alright Sugar. Grab a jacket, its cold out. He signed back.

I walked over to the closet, pulling out my burgundy leather bomber jacket. Looking at myself in the mirror, I frowned. I hated how I looked. My blonde hair hung to my hips, it was cut into choppy jagged layers. I had a long left side fringe that angles just past my left eyes. most of the right side of my head was buzzed down so that there was just a centimetre of hair there, and the short part, I had dyed pink and black cheetah print; a good contrast to my skin and hair I thought. Over my body, I had had scars from all of my surgeries, so to cover them, I had gotten tattoos. The worst scar was the one on my neck, trying to repair my vocal cords. I had a bleeding rose on my neck, sort of similar to the tattoo Oli Sykes had. The rest of my tattoos were covered by my outfit. I had on skin tight black skinny jeans, a black and gray striped tank, my bomber jacket, and black stilettos.

With my hair, tattoos, and piercings, I looked pretty badass. But to me, there were just a defense. My piercings were like an armour. My tattoos, said 'Stay Away'. And my hair, was a shield from the world for me. I may not be able to hear, but I could see the looks people gave me perfectly, and it hurt to see.

I saw Brandon come up behind me, setting his hands on my waist, nuzzling his face into my neck. I felt his lips moving, and the vibration of his chest, so he was definitely talking. But still, I heard nothing.

I turned to look at him sadly.  

Baby...I still can't hear you..I signed.  

Brandon frowned.  

I know. I'm sorry. Let's go we're gonna be late.

I followed him to his car, sliding into the passenger seat. Brandon turned the radio on, popping in my favorite cd. I may not be able to hear music, but if it was turned up loud enough I could FEEL the beats. Judging by the beat that I was feeling, the song was 'Starstrukk' by 3oh!3. I loved music with fast tempos. It was nice to feel the vibrations.

We rode in silence (obviously). We couldn't sign or anything because Brandon was driving.  

25 minutes later, Brandon pulled into the parking lot. I jumped out of the car, bolting to the building. Paparazzi were surrounding it, and I tried to get past, but there were too many.

Secutiry saw me struggling and immediately came to help me. I felt Brandon's hands tightly on me as we squished through the paps. once we were safely in the building the receptionist smiled warmly. I saw her lips moving, and then focused my attention on Brandon's hands.  

Simon and the boys are waiting for you on the 12th floor.  

Brandon signed Thank you, his lips obviously saying the same thing, and led me to the elecator.

The boys will be waiting in the room. You're just gonna go in, look, and think up a few colours and designs, a few sketches, Just you though, talking isn't really necessary so I'll be out talking to Simon and the managers about tour details and stuff we'll need to sort out. Brandon signed.  

How many are there again? I asked.  

Five. Harry, Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam. He replied.  

I nodded, tucking my hands into my pocket.

Once we were off, Kristi wrapped me in a tight hug. Honestly, she was more like an older sister than a boss. And I absolutely loved it.  

They're in the conference room, waiting for you. she signed.  

As soon as Kristi learned I couldn't communicate on my own with her, she began learning sign language. She was a little shaky here and there, but we could pretty much say what we needed to without Brandon being the middle man.  

I smiled and grabbed my sketchbook. Kristi was there obviously. As was Brandon. So was Simon, and four strangers I assumed were the boys managers.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, mentally bracing myself for what was ahead.

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A little longer! gona put up a picture of Rosalie soon, read vote comment if you like? ;C