Never Have I Ever; A One Direction Love Story
Chapter 1
Zane’s POV
“So,” Harry says on the T.V. “Since we never do these kinds of things, we are doing a contest-” The crowd screamed, cutting him off. He laughed, “We are doing a talent contest and the most talented will go on tour with us for 3 weeks.” The crowd went wild. “It will be in 3 weeks at Miami, Florida. The rest of it and signup is on our website.” He smiled. “MOM! GUESS WHAT?!” I yelled. “WHAT?!” She yelled back. “HARRY IS COMING TO MIAMI FOR A TALENT CONTEST!” I yelled, jumping up and down. My mom ran in the room, “OMG!” She said, hugging me.
That was 3 weeks ago. I’m now bouncing my leg in anticipation because my mom and I are on our way. Hopefully, he will recognize me. After all, we used to be best friends until he went on tour. We texted and called each other every day until one day he just...didn’t. I tried to text him, but I usually got a “K” or “Later”. I also changed my appearence, dying my hair red and getting rid of my glasses, getting contacts.
My mom kissed my cheek, “I’ll be in the audience. Let’s hope for the best.” I hugged her before walking in the building. “Name?” A security guard asked me. “Zane Barnett.” I told them. They let me backstage, leaving me to wander around until I heard a voice, “Come. I will prepare you for the show.” I turned around to see a pretty girl with curly brown hair reaching for my hand. She led me to a seat in front of a mirror. She looked at me before smiling, “You barely need anything. Good clothes, good hairstyle. One thing you’re missing, though.” She grabbed a black beanie from the shelf and fixed on my head. “Perfect. Go look in the mirror.” She pointed at the mirror on the wall. I looked and I was surprised.
I had worn a black t-shirt, red converse and ripped black skinny jeans, but the beanie balanced out the look, with red letters spelling “BO$$” on the front. I grinned at her, “Awesome.” I hugged her tightly. I kissed her on the cheek before standing behind the curtain, watching the first girl playing her bass. I smiled as I saw a piano, walking to it and sitting at it. I slowly started playing Bella’s Lullaby until I heard a familiar voice that made fireworks go through my body. “You remind me of someone. Except we don’t talk anymore. He used to be awesome at playing piano.” Harry sighed, “ I wish he was here.” “Thanks,” I said in a monotone. He left, making me breathe out. That was close.
I sat there until they called my name. “Zane Barnett.” I walked out on stage, looking at Harry, who was staring at me. “Hi, Hazzy.” I said, waiting for his reaction. I’m the only one who calls him Hazzy. “Z-Zane?!” He tackled me on the stage, making me fall on the floor as I laughed. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I couldn’t talk to you because the paparazzi thought I was having a secret relationship because you would call and I would automati-” I put my hand over his mouth, laughing so hard I was crying. “Calm *breath* down, *breath* Harry.” I laughed, pushing him off me and running backstage, hiding behind some girls who were clustered together.
“Have any of you seen a boy with red hair run back here?” Harry asked, and I felt the girls start to move, so I ran farther backstage, almost knocking over a guy playing a clarinet. I turned around just in time to be knocked over by Harry. He tightly held onto me, tears falling from his eyes as he buried his face in my shoulder. I hugged him, holding in tears. I had dreamt of this moment every night ever since I heard. Except he kissed you at the end. My head told me. Shut up. I mumbled back, hugging Harry tightly. I had feelings for Harry, but I couldn’t tell him. One, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and two, he doesn’t like me, and he never will. He likes girls, I like both girls and guys. I haven’t told him yet. And I never will because he will not accept me for who I am. Never.
*30 Minutes Later*
I finally sat down on the piano bench, stretching my hands before beginning Say Something.
Say something I’m giving up on you
I’ll be the one if you want me to
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I, am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I, will stumble and fall
I’m still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I, will swallow my pride
You’re the one that I love
And I’m saying goodbye
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
And anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something I’m giving up on you
Say something I’m giving up on you
Say something
I played the last chords, slowly lifting my foot off the echo peddle. The whole auditorium was silent as I stood up, walking off stage. I was then stopped by...Niall? “Harry wants you. Meet him in our dressing room.” He said, handing me a card for their room. I gulped before heading towards the room. I slid the card in the slot, hearing a click sound. I slowly opened the door, but was pulled in the room by Harry. We both sat down, me grabbing a soda out of the fridge before plopping on a bean-bag chair. “So, what did you-” I was tackled by him again. “I didn’t know you could sing! Why didn’t you tell me?! I’m so sorry and everything but TELL ME!” He screamed, shaking me back and forth. I laughed, pushing him off me to breathe.
“One, calm down. Two, I learned that after you stopped talking to me, and three, calm down.” I looked at him with a serious expression before bursting into laughter. He stared at me with a saddened expression, “I guess I need to tell you why we stopped talki-” I cut him off. “You couldn’t talk to me because the paparazzi thought you was having a secret relationship because I would call and you would automatically pick up.” I recited from memory. He grinned at me,”That’s why your my best friend.” He shook his head.
“So,” Harry says on the T.V. “Since we never do these kinds of things, we are doing a contest-” The crowd screamed, cutting him off. He laughed, “We are doing a talent contest and the most talented will go on tour with us for 3 weeks.” The crowd went wild. “It will be in 3 weeks at Miami, Florida. The rest of it and signup is on our website.” He smiled. “MOM! GUESS WHAT?!” I yelled. “WHAT?!” She yelled back. “HARRY IS COMING TO MIAMI FOR A TALENT CONTEST!” I yelled, jumping up and down. My mom ran in the room, “OMG!” She said, hugging me.
That was 3 weeks ago. I’m now bouncing my leg in anticipation because my mom and I are on our way. Hopefully, he will recognize me. After all, we used to be best friends until he went on tour. We texted and called each other every day until one day he just...didn’t. I tried to text him, but I usually got a “K” or “Later”. I also changed my appearence, dying my hair red and getting rid of my glasses, getting contacts.
My mom kissed my cheek, “I’ll be in the audience. Let’s hope for the best.” I hugged her before walking in the building. “Name?” A security guard asked me. “Zane Barnett.” I told them. They let me backstage, leaving me to wander around until I heard a voice, “Come. I will prepare you for the show.” I turned around to see a pretty girl with curly brown hair reaching for my hand. She led me to a seat in front of a mirror. She looked at me before smiling, “You barely need anything. Good clothes, good hairstyle. One thing you’re missing, though.” She grabbed a black beanie from the shelf and fixed on my head. “Perfect. Go look in the mirror.” She pointed at the mirror on the wall. I looked and I was surprised.
I had worn a black t-shirt, red converse and ripped black skinny jeans, but the beanie balanced out the look, with red letters spelling “BO$$” on the front. I grinned at her, “Awesome.” I hugged her tightly. I kissed her on the cheek before standing behind the curtain, watching the first girl playing her bass. I smiled as I saw a piano, walking to it and sitting at it. I slowly started playing Bella’s Lullaby until I heard a familiar voice that made fireworks go through my body. “You remind me of someone. Except we don’t talk anymore. He used to be awesome at playing piano.” Harry sighed, “ I wish he was here.” “Thanks,” I said in a monotone. He left, making me breathe out. That was close.
I sat there until they called my name. “Zane Barnett.” I walked out on stage, looking at Harry, who was staring at me. “Hi, Hazzy.” I said, waiting for his reaction. I’m the only one who calls him Hazzy. “Z-Zane?!” He tackled me on the stage, making me fall on the floor as I laughed. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I couldn’t talk to you because the paparazzi thought I was having a secret relationship because you would call and I would automati-” I put my hand over his mouth, laughing so hard I was crying. “Calm *breath* down, *breath* Harry.” I laughed, pushing him off me and running backstage, hiding behind some girls who were clustered together.
“Have any of you seen a boy with red hair run back here?” Harry asked, and I felt the girls start to move, so I ran farther backstage, almost knocking over a guy playing a clarinet. I turned around just in time to be knocked over by Harry. He tightly held onto me, tears falling from his eyes as he buried his face in my shoulder. I hugged him, holding in tears. I had dreamt of this moment every night ever since I heard. Except he kissed you at the end. My head told me. Shut up. I mumbled back, hugging Harry tightly. I had feelings for Harry, but I couldn’t tell him. One, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and two, he doesn’t like me, and he never will. He likes girls, I like both girls and guys. I haven’t told him yet. And I never will because he will not accept me for who I am. Never.
*30 Minutes Later*
I finally sat down on the piano bench, stretching my hands before beginning Say Something.
Say something I’m giving up on you
I’ll be the one if you want me to
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I, am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I, will stumble and fall
I’m still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I, will swallow my pride
You’re the one that I love
And I’m saying goodbye
Say something I’m giving up on you
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
And anywhere I would’ve followed you
Say something I’m giving up on you
Say something I’m giving up on you
Say something
I played the last chords, slowly lifting my foot off the echo peddle. The whole auditorium was silent as I stood up, walking off stage. I was then stopped by...Niall? “Harry wants you. Meet him in our dressing room.” He said, handing me a card for their room. I gulped before heading towards the room. I slid the card in the slot, hearing a click sound. I slowly opened the door, but was pulled in the room by Harry. We both sat down, me grabbing a soda out of the fridge before plopping on a bean-bag chair. “So, what did you-” I was tackled by him again. “I didn’t know you could sing! Why didn’t you tell me?! I’m so sorry and everything but TELL ME!” He screamed, shaking me back and forth. I laughed, pushing him off me to breathe.
“One, calm down. Two, I learned that after you stopped talking to me, and three, calm down.” I looked at him with a serious expression before bursting into laughter. He stared at me with a saddened expression, “I guess I need to tell you why we stopped talki-” I cut him off. “You couldn’t talk to me because the paparazzi thought you was having a secret relationship because I would call and you would automatically pick up.” I recited from memory. He grinned at me,”That’s why your my best friend.” He shook his head.
