Chapter Eight

-Kallie-

The door behind me opened with a dull thud. It smacked hard against the brick wall, which made me turn around. My mouth seemed to drop to the floor when I realized who it was.

"There you are!! We've been looking all over for you," A familiar Australian voice says.

At that moment, it felt like time completely stopped. I thought they were all gone, and that they were never coming back. I thought that I would never see them again in my life, or at least for awhile. My mind was full of mixed emotions; I didn't even know what to think. I shakily turn all the way around, putting my phone back down in my pocket. I was in utter shock at the people standing before me.

There they were, all four of them, peeking their heads out into the crisp night air. They all had relieved looks on their faces when looking at me. To my surprise, there was another guy that was behind them that I didn't even recognize.

They actually came. That was enough to make me happier than ever.

"I thought you weren't coming..." I say, my mouth parted halfway open in shock. Ashton had a look of nothing but joy on his face, his eyes lit up like the sun as he looked at me straight in the eyes. Nobody looks at me like that - I mean nobody.

"Why in the world would we do that?" Michael answers, his voice bouncing off the dark alleyway walls. While everything else around us was pitch black, his bright red hair seemed to light up like a light bulb.

"I... have absolutely no idea." I say back, honestly. "I just thought you didn't show up or you forgot or something because I didn't see you at all in the audience."

This time, Luke was the one to speak up. "Yeah, we're really sorry about that, we kind of got caught in a mob, I guess you could say."

Should I be surprised, or...

"But that would've been a pretty stupid move if we didn't show up at all. Have you seen YouTube recently?"

I give him a weird look. What in the world is he talking about?

"Yeah, apparently someone..." Ashton started talking, until he cut himself off. After that, he went into a fit of giggles. Let me tell you, they were a lot more high-pitched then I thought they would be.

"Stop!" He yells loudly as Calum starts to play with the ends of his long hair. "Apparently someone... I swear to god Calum..."

"Stop!" Ashton yells, this time, loud enough for people on the other side of the street to hear. If there were any fans, well, we'd kind of be screwed.

I smile at them and laugh. "Calum, can you let a man speak?!!" Ashton shouts angrily while trying to run away from Calum, him still giggling like a maniac.

"Oh my god guys..." I laugh while watching Calum chase Ashton around the mini group like a pair of five-year-olds. Ashton lands in a spot on the other end, laughing so much that I can see his face burning up. Maybe it's just me?

"Well c'mon, spit it out," I tell Ashton, still laughing at him.

"Apparently someone posted something that has you singing in it... It's blowing up right now." He says seriously as he gains his composure. Calum unlocks his phone and starts scrolling on something. I don't believe a word they are saying.

"What?" I exclaim quietly. I glance at their faces, and all of them have the same exact expression.

"Look." He says after a while, pointing his phone screen at me, letting me look at it. There was a video opened up, and, yes, it was me. Who would post this?

The caption reads Kallie Solace, a small-town undiscovered singer with the amazing voice.

When I saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes. There is no way... that is me. They must've mistaken me for someone else. I ended up smiling through all of the shock.

I stare in awe at it, watching myself on the stage with a big smile. I remember how amazed I was at that exact moment, at that first show I recognize.

"So people think you're good. I knew I wasn't the only one." Ashton smiled while he listened to the audio.

"And that's exactly why I came." Said the other guy they brought with them that I completely forgot was there. After the video was over, we all turned around and looked at him. He was an older guy, around 30, and had a casual grey jacket and dark blue jeans on. He smiled, and extended out his hand.

"Hello Kallie, what a pleasure to meet you. I'm Adam Wilkinson, Five Seconds of Summer's manager." I shook his hand, smiled, and said "The pleasure is all mine."

The word 'manager' rings through my ears, and captivated my thoughts. It made me happy though, because the rest of the boys looked beyond excited to have him here.

"So, what brings you here, Mr. Wilkinson?" I ask politely.

"Please, call me Adam." He says. "The boys here told me about you, and I said I would have to see so myself. So I flew out from New York, where I am placed now. They took me to your show just now, and I have to admit, you have a great talent, and I think that you could make it far in the music business."

I swear to god I am dreaming. Am I? I'm sure of it.

"Wow. T-Thank you so much." I beam, stuttering at the same time.

"So, just to prove that, the only way to do that is... Since our label is situated in New York..."

The realization hits me like a truck. "Y-You want me to fly out to New York." I cut him off before I even thought about it, and how rude it was.

"Bingo."

I was speechless. Absolutely and completely speechless. Please tell me I'm not the only one who can't believe this is happening.

"Oh my god, are you serious?!" I yell, my smile a mile wide. My voice squeaks at the last part, not being able to contain my excitement.

"I'm serious, Kallie, I want to show you to our record label." Adam smiles.

"Well, I'm going to have to ask my parents, but I'm still not giving them a choice," I begin, and smile. "Of course, I would be honored to go!"

They all laugh, and I start to squeal. I apparently couldn't contain my excitement anymore. Unexpectedly, all of them take me into a group hug. It was me in the middle, while the rest of them tower all around me, yelling at the top of our lungs.

Oh my god, I can't even think straight.

Me.

They want me to fly out to New York and be on their record label. I keep repeating Adam's words in my head, still not believing anything at all. This is a thousand times better than a dream come true. This is everything I wanted. Man, I wonder what Will and Aria are going to say when I tell them. That reminds me, I still haven't told her about Five Seconds of Summer. That was probably a good idea.

"We are going to be leaving on Friday, if that's okay?" Calum yells and laughs at the same time. I can barely hear him over all of theirs and my own shouts.

"Yes that's amazing!" I say, not even thinking it through. I don't think that my brain was functioning properly at that point.

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I take another deep breath, shoving all of my biology books and binders into the bottom of my locker that was so messy I that couldn't find anything.

Two more days. Just two more days.

It seemed so close, but still so far away.

A mob of smelly high school jocks walk by, and shove some freshmen to a locker right next to mine. I cringe, but sigh in relief because it wasn't me this time. Trust me, it has happened to me before and it's not pretty.

When I was sure that they were all gone, I look over and have a mini heart attack. There was a guy leaning against the locker right next to mine, a devious smirk on his face. He was staring at me. Staring at me.

"Hi," He says quietly, his stare seeming to spread across my body, making me shiver.

"Hi..." I state awkwardly, as he continues to stare at me straight in the eyes. I pretend to not notice him, just casually taking stuff out of my locker, putting them in my hands, then back.

Could this be any more awkward? I could feel redness creeping up on my face. Right now, I want to yell in his face and tell him to go away.

After another minute, he makes his move that he was probably planning a long time before in his evil little head.

When I wasn't looking, he reached in my locker, snatched my folder, and slammed the metal door. It managed to slam right on my fingers, making me cry out in pain. Everyone looked around, and started to laugh. While I was in pain, I realize that that little asshole was getting away with my folder.

I take off, running as fast as I could and holding my fingers in pain. As I run down the crowded halls, hundreds of kids look at me in confusion, considering that I was screaming in pain and running after some kid who has my folder that just happened to have all of my homework in it. Every last paper.

I make quite a scene, running as fast as my legs will take me, yelling "Come back here! That's mine!!"

I catch up to him when he stopped in the middle of a bunch of giant boy seniors with varsity jackets on, all of them laughing their heads off at me when I finally stormed through.

"GIVE ME THAT BACK." I lash out through gritted teeth, out of breath with my face bright red in anger and pain. There was a deep indent in my four fingers, which was starting to turn purple.

AWESOME.

The asshole holds out my folder in the air, making me run at him. He moves out of the way, making me slam hard into the locker behind him. An eruption of laughs come out of all of them, which a lot of more people were crowding around, making an enormous circle of guys and girls who were all bigger than me.

I tear up through anger, frustration, and embarrassment. I could feel all of my body bruising up.

"Won't be needing this anymore," He yells, laughing his head off in amusement, that little smirk still on his face.

"NO!" I cry out, but it was too late. He already ripped the entire thing to shreds, including all of my homework for the entire semester.

I yell out in frustration and pain, sinking to the dirty floor, but that was nothing compared to the whole school laughing at me at that moment.

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Heyy

It has been really hard to write lately and I'm sure you have heard this alot because of everything happening in the two fandoms I'm in and probably most of you too.

This past week I have lost two people that mean a lot to me.

First is my grandpa. He got diagnosed with cancer not too long ago, and it spread and spread until he couldn't fight it anymore. He passed away exactly a week ago, and the funeral was on thursday. Rest in peace gramps ❤

I'm so sorry for bringing this up :( But Zayn, as most of you know, has decided to quit One Direction because he wanted to be a normal 22-year old. I knew this would happen someday, and I totally respect his decision. I really miss him though :,(

It's okay, just let it all out.

:,,,,,,,,,,,(( CRY WITH ME.

I know that this is a 5sos fanfic, sorry for bringing up One Direction, it is kind of an instinct :/

Oh and there is a vid on the side of one of 5sos's old covers that just bring me so much joy, so there you go ^_^

Vote, comment, fan xx

-shannon-