Harmony[Lauren/You]

Prologue

My fingers dance along the keyboard, pressing some specific letters,typing out the last sentence of my research before sending it off the email to my professor. Eyes darting on each letters of black and white checking up for misspelled words or sentences. I have this some type of habit of correcting any grammar mistakes. Hell, I hate it when people misspell their English. Like, dude there's a difference between this and that learn from the basics or repeat kindergarten.

I lightly pushed my glasses up from the bridge of my nose before arching my strained back, hearing some bone popping sounds after the hours of sitting still and typing on my laptop. I tapped some specific keys from the keyboard and saved my work before closing it down, pushing it to the center of the mahogany colored coffee table and lean back to the sofa throwing my feet above to rest it, letting my muscle relax to the soft cushion pleasuring my body.

"Finally.." I mutter, stretching my neck from side to side, feeling light cracks.

I look around the quiet room, taking in the familiar scene around me for almost 13 years. Bright sunlight sneaking its way through the beige curtains by the lined up windows, color coded books lining up from the shelves above the fire place, medium sized flat screen TV attached to the wall above the books and shelves, two single gray couch on either side of the long couch I sat on. At the top left of the room, in front of me, resting at the very top of a stand-up shelf rests the urn of my lately passed grandmother.

The very first person close to me that never pressured me on being someone I don't want to be, unlike the others in my family, my step- father and my brother, some of my cousins, uncles and auntie's. Mom don't usually care about me or my decisions, surprisingly she even supports me if I know it's right thing to choose. I breathed in the wind coming in from the opened up window, relishing the fresh smell of pine trees.

I was contented, being here in a quiet town away from hustle and bustle of the busy streets, chloroformed mobiles and some rude city people. This was the perfect place I would prefer to be. I never thought I'll be already living in a home I've always dreamed to be in. I wouldn't want it in any other way.

My neck arched back, resting it above the soft cushion while I place my forearm on the side of the couch. My lips tugged to the side as I closed my eyes. Feeling my self slowly drifting off into a daze. But my small smile falls into a frown after hearing my door close followed by two pairs of loud, rushed footsteps growing closer towards the living room where I am.

I felt a body collide against mine causing me to tip over to the side, my body falling across the sofa. I hear a deep chuckle and a metal scratching the wooden floor. "Get the f**k off Me, Troy" I grunted, pushing his heavy body causing him fall off to the floor with a hiss.

I glare at Sergio, hearing him let out a deep chuckle, again. "What?" He arched a brow dumbly at me from one of the single chairs to my left. Watching his younger brother stand up from the floor and took a seat next to me.

"You know Y/N, that's not how you treat a guest." Troy stated, soothing the side of his waist from the fall earlier.

"That's not how you greet me either." I shot back. "Besides, what are you two doofus doing here." I questioned, looking at the two siblings.

"Visiting our favorite best friend." Troy answered enthusiastically. "Can't we?"

I looked around the room as if I was trying to find somebody."where?" I said.

The two glared at me as I smirked at them. I raised my hand in surrender. "Just joking, gosh, and here I thought you two had the sense of humor in the three of us." I stood up from my seat, walking across the room to the left and towards the other room. "What do you guys want?"

"Orange juice."

"Doritos."

My face scrunched at the last request as I descended towards the kitchen, hearing the TV being turned on and hear the loud chatters and laughs coming out from the speakers, not really minding what was being talked about. I don't really like watching TV's, I prefer reading to let my imagination roam free than being interested in the motion of pictures that leaves your mind dull and blank.

"We all have a bit of a go..."

The oddly familiar voice was muffled as I entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice and walk a few feet to the pantry to grab the red bag of chips that I highly disliked. The glass clink at the marbled counter as I turn it right side up before pouring in some juice I took out. I can't believe I'm serving those two dimwits.

"Y/N!" Troy's loud voice boomed around the corners of the house, startling me, letting some of the contents pour out out the glass.

"What?!"

"You've f*****g have to see this!" Sergio instead replied.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed, leaving the carton of juice on the island table grabbing the Doritos and half full glass of orange before heading back to the living room with two people who suddenly screaming frantically at something. I place the drink down at the side table just beside Sergio, to his left, and threw the bag of chips at the coffee table in front of Troy.

I look up to the television, my eyes widening at the scene in front of me.

"We didn't knew you have another sister." The woman who I assumed to be the interviewer asked a familiar curly haired brunette. "All we met was your cute little sister, Angelina."

The host, along with three members of the band, looked at the brunette, their faces mixed with surprise and confusion. Brad's lips, if he does have one, stretched into a tight smile and open his mouth to reply.

"I have, I uh.." Brad run his hand through his curly brown hair, hesitating, knowing how well things will happen after his stupid slip up. Hell, how did he even get to the point to let a secret slip. "Y/N's still living off with her grand mother in the Philippines, it was since she was 6, and she's a very private person only caring about her personal life." Brad carelessly explained. "We're...still in touch with her, mostly my mother but-"

The television shuts off blank, not letting the interview to finish, before I unconsciously threw the remote at a random direction, hearing it crash and dismantle. I growled, sliding my hand on my neatly tied hair in frustration.

"Damnit!" I hard grunt escaping my lips. "He had one job, and I mean one job and he f*****g blew it!" You pace back and forth in the room, ignoring the two pairs of concerned eyes watching me. "That Asshole! I'm going to f*****g kill him if I see him!"

The twins looked worryingly at each other then back to me. My vision blurred, knees slowly weakening as my body breaks down to what was happening. Just when my life's already on a state of serenity and contentment, a slow process of someone finally moving on from things that made them experience a version of nightmare in reality, someone just had to f**k things up just for their personal pleasure.

I drag my hands upwards on my face, leaving it still as I blinked in the tears that is threatening to pour. What was I supposed to do. It had been years since I've seen those faces that I clearly don't want to see again.

I hear one of the seats creaked then followed by a muscular arm being wrapped around my back. Sergio carefully pulled me up to my feet and lead me towards the long couch while Troy scoot over to the side, letting me sit down on the middle, the siblings sitting at the both of my sides. I leaned over, resting my forearms on my thighs as I bury my face on my palms, shaking my head.

"What am I going to do." I mumbled, one hand supporting my cheek while the other slide down onto my neck and to my nape, rubbing it to soothe myself.

"What're you going to do?" Sergio questioned but not directly at me. "You mean what are we going to do."

My head shot up. Eyebrows arching in confusion, facing Sergio as I let myself fall back to lean on the sofa. "We?" I asked. "What do you mean, We?"

"We're in this together Y/N." Sergio clarified as I felt Troy nod his head in agreement. "And what ever happens, we'll be here beside you." Troy added looking at his brother and back to me.

I shook my head, an irritating smile pushing its way onto my lips. This two is unbelievable.

Few hours passed after the talk with the boys and some bonding time with each other, the two siblings said their goodbye's and head out to their own houses. My eyes shortly swept the sight in front of me, the dark streets dimly lit by the lined up street lamps, minimal vehicles parked just by the sidewalks before shutting the door close.

My mind battling on something that is hardly going to happen, scenarios that I am afraid to happen even though, me, myself knew that it wasn't going to happen. We just have to go through the flow of what things will likely turn out rather than straining yourself and make it harder for you. This is what over thinking feels like. It's blowing your mind.

I never notice that I have let my feet roam free and take me somewhere until I find myself inside the living room, in the corner of the room standing in front of the stand-up shelf. My arms lifting up as my fingers carefully land on the glass case, feeling a tear slowly sliding down to my cheeks as I stare at my grandmothers urn before me, behind these glass case.

"I miss you grandma.." I sniffle, wiping the tear on my cheeks with the palm of my free hand. My lips shivering from pushing in the urge to sob and cry helplessly. "I-i wish you're here... I." I gulped the lump in my throat. "I d-don't know what- to do."

I rest my head on the shelf, thinking if I went crazy when finding myself crack a chuckle as if I heard a joke about me. I shook my head. "I guess...I'll be needing those wise words you always advice me when facing something I can't handle."

My nape arched, my eyes staring again at the beige marbled urn. My fingers softly caressing the glass like fragile as if that if I break it, it's like disrespecting my grandmother. Lips pressing into a tight line, my minds flashing back the first few weeks I had with my grandmother when she took me off from the hands of my mother.

"Nana!" I shrieked, running up the front porch circling around to hide behind her plump body. "Nana!, this boy won't leave me alone!" I said, pointing towards the boy who surprisingly still followed me home.

His white shirt stained with dirt, his knee cut brown pants showed some scratches on his legs here and there. The boy looked up to my grandma, smiling, showing his white yet incomplete teeth. Disregarding a stain on his cheeks, he scratched his head. "I'm sorry Mrs. L/N, I just wanted to play with your granddaughter." He smiled sheepishly.

Grandma slightly twist her waist, looking down at me with a confused expression. "Y/N, Dear. This here is one of our neighbors son, Troy, why don't you play with him?" She asked.

"I don't want to Nana." I shook my head vigorously. "He's dirty and poor, I don't want to be friends with him." I looked at Troy, seeing his smile fall and looked down.

"Y/N Y/L/N." Grandma's expression turned stern. "Apologize now." She commanded. I shook my head again.

"Why would I?" I asked. "It's not my fault that he's poor."

Grandma rest her hands to her knees. "Y/N." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"But Nana," I pouted. "Back at home, they always tell me to always avoid people like them, they're going to use you and abuse you for something you have."

Grandma shook her head disapprovingly. "Y/N, We should never judge a person based on their social status. Not all people is as bad as you think of them or what people wants you to think of them." She started. "We are all equally the same. Only those people with a weak and close minds divide the human race just because they're afraid or don't want others to be greater than them."

I looked down, feeling somewhat disappointed at myself, thinking that it always seems like I'm wrong every time. Grandma bent down on the same height level as me, rubbing my back reassuringly. "It's okay my dear, but never judge a person until you know the real them." She reminded, carefully pushing me towards Troy, who still hasn't looked up yet. "Now go, play with Troy while I make you guys your snacks." She said, smiling at me warmly.

I nodded watching grandma stand up and enter the house doing what she said. I turn my attention at Troy and begin to walk towards him and watch as I gained his attention. "I'm sorry." I smiled sadly at him. "I should never had said those bad things at you."

"It's alright." He said, his frown slowly brightening up. "So does it mean you'll play with me?" I nod my head then laughed at him, watching him jump in excitement. "Let's go!" He pulled me by the arm, dragging me towards the place I first saw him when he was playing.

A giggle escaped my mouth, leaning back on the sofa, smiling like an i***t while staring at an empty void reminiscing those short memory. Besides, I will never forget what Troy looks like back then, he always looked like a homeless child every single day back then, there's always dirt smudges on his face, his shirts always ripped open and, oh gosh, there's always a snot stain under his nose. My giggles turned into laughter, still having a clear picture of what he looked like inside of my mind.

A familiar tune soon interrupted me from my thoughts. My hands slid down, grabbing my phone vibrating at the side of my jeans, pulling it out from the inside of my pockets . Brows scrunching from the unfamiliar number flashing through the small screen.

Swiping the screen. I placed the speaker on my ear. "Hello?"

"Good day, Miss Y/N Y/L/N." A British voice came through. "My name is Simon Cowell, and I would like to ask if you could fly all the way here in England to discuss some important things at matter."

"Important things?" I questioned. "I don't intend to sound rude but, I don't think there's something important to talk about, you're a very successful businessman, Mr. Cowell. And I think those important matter doesn't concerns me."

"I'm aware that you've seen your brothers interview, am I right?" I absent mindedly nodded, not really understanding why he brought it up. "I believe those last statements that he said about you cause a ruckus all around England and America." He clarified. "Ms. Y/L/N, I have to say, paparazzi all over the globe are own their way to find you there in the Philippines, if we don't yet discuss this situation things might get worst than it used to be."

My eye brows furrowed, taking what he said all in my head, minds pondering with thoughts. Is it a good idea going back to the UK?. Mostly important, am I already healed from the wounds they've caused?. What if I see them again, am I ready to face them?.

"Miss Y/L/N are you there?"

I snapped out of my thoughts. I shook my head, blinking. "I'm sorry I spaced out." I reasoned, rubbing my temple with my index finger, a sharp intake of cold air. "I don't know what to say, this is a lot to take in."

"I know, Ms. Y/L/N. But we don't have any other choice."

"Can you at least give me time to decide." I asked. "This is all new to me, and I never really had this too much of attention."

"If that'll helps you, Ms. Y/L/N." He approved as I hear shuffling noises. "I'll give you 48 hours to decide."

I nodded as if he was seeing it. "Thank you."

"Have a good day, Ms. Y/L/N." Night. He lastly stated before the speaker beeped as he hanged up.

I toss the phone to the side, watching it bounce on the cushions. I threw my head back, rubbing my face with my hands irritatingly. Ending the day with a grunt escaping my lips.

"So you're telling me, thee Simon Cowell called you last night, asking you to fly over to UK?" Troy looked at me skeptically.

"For a thousand times, Yes." I glared at him. "Do you not believe me?, I'm not the type of person to lie things like this."

"Ignore him, Y/N." Sergio chimed in. Grunting as he pick up the basket full of eggplants then loading it on the back of the old pick up truck. "He just can't deny the fact that you'll meeting the famous businessman who happens to be handling his most favorite band in UK."

First thing in the morning, we grouped up. The twins picking me up from the house and head directly up the mountains to the farm for work. Numerous vegetable beds separately lined on our somewhat wide land that my grandmother passed on to me, I was surprised that she had kept this a secret long until she died. Since then we begin to turn it into a crop farm, with the help of the twins.

Speaking of the twins, they're not really that same looking like the usual twins we thought about. They're fraternal twins, Sergio being the oldest than Troy in just two minutes. Sergio has dark eyes, broad shoulders, ripped body and slacked jaw while Troy is an inch taller than his brother, has a slight muscles and brown eyes. These two are awfully good looking, all the women here in town envied me, for having a chance to be around with these two doofus.

I closed the metal doors and pushed the small lever on the side to lock it while Troy does the same at the opposite side of the truck. I rolled my eyes, Little Mix. We moved on towards the front of the vehicle. Sergio going in first to the drivers side while me and Troy squeezed in to the passengers side. Me being in the middle.

"Have you seen Little Mix?" Troy started, closing the side of our door, a bright smile plastered on his face. Sergio looked up from starting the engines, and into my eyes as we both had an annoyed look on our faces. "Those girls are f*****g gorgeous." Troy fangirls besides me.

"Sometimes I think I have a little girl as a twin." Sergio mumbled quietly for Troy not to hear.

"Sucks to be you."

After sitting there for a few minutes, watching Sergio as he tries to turn on the ignition, the truck finally roared after the engine made a weird metal sound before starting. Sergio pushed the gas and maneuvered the truck to the long trail of dirt road that leads straight back to the main road.

"I think we need a new truck." Troy stated absentmindedly, gazing out the window, with his arm above the rolled out window his chin resting on it.

"The truck is fine."

"The trucks' going to fall apart soon, Gio. And I don't wanna be stranded at the top the mountain when it happens." Troy countered.

"Instead of ranting about the truck you-"

I zoomed in to my own thoughts, blocking out the noise and the loud bickering of the two siblings. I had about 36 hours remaining but the idea of me going back to UK frightened me. Why did Brad have to open his loud mouth. I hope he's already fixing his future death bed, because If I see him he won't be coming out of the building alive.

Sergio steered the truck, tires landing on to the old asphalt from the bumpy dirt and continued on to drive down on the circled road leading down from the high parts of the mountains and down to the foot where the town rests. The view from the top was mesmerizing, the vast number of trees extending through out the land in front of us, forest slightly blinded by the foggy atmosphere, fluffy white clouds tainting the sky like canvass.

I felt a nudge on my arm at my left. I looked up at Sergio, face contouring with a worried expression. "You're awfully quiet, Y/N."

"Well you always were but, you're quieter than your usual quietness..if that makes sense." Troy joined in, then scrunched his forehead as he scanned his own words.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't really know why you became my friend, Troy."

He snorted. "Geez, you don't have to be mean to me."

"Besides." Sergio jumped in to change the subject. "Are you going back to UK?"

I slightly open my mouth, but no answer came out. I looked down and stare at my hands hovering my lap. "I..I don't know." I looked back out to the road. " I don't know if I could, I'm not even sure if I could handle it."

Sergio opened his mouth "You can't keep running away from what you're feeling, Y/N. Sometime soon you need to face it."

I shook my head. "I don't even know how to... or if I'm healed from the pain they've cost me after this past 13 years."

"Y/N, how will you ever be able to know how you feel if you keep turning away from it, you gotta feel it to heal it." Troy called in. "You'll only know you're finally healed from it all if you looked at them with a smile on your face while you don't feel the pain anymore."

The truck screeched as the tires scraped on the asphalt causing for our bodies to jerk forward. I pushed back to lean against my seat, luckily I used my hands for support as an instinct. I looked over to Troy, seeing him did the same.

"What the hell Gio?!" Troy yelled, looking past me to his brother.

"I'm sorry," Sergio apologized guiltily. "But I can't help but be surprised from what you've said to Y/N."

Disregarding what happened seconds ago, I looked over to Troy. "Yeah...that was a bit out of your character, Troy."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" He frowned. "Just because I'm...me doesn't mean I can't give some a wise advice."

"It's just that.." Sergio scratched the back of his neck. "We thought that you're..." He trailed off.

I snickered. "We just thought your stupid."

Troy gasped in fake hurt. "You guys are mean." He placed a hand on his chest. "You're hurting my feelings." He pouted.

Sergio continued on driving, while I still talked to his brother. "I know, our apologies." I said, smiling at him warmly.

Troy turns away, gazing out the window. "No, ugh! My heart hurts." He said dramatically.

By now I know Troy was really hurt after what I had said about him earlier, you can't blame me for having a sharp tongue. Troy's likely to express his pain by doing an act, pretending that he's hurt dramatically while he really is hurt. He just thought he's doing a good job hiding it, well in the eyes of a person who doesn't know more about him, they'll most likely think he's just joking.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder. "I know, Troy. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

His body twist within my embrace and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "I can't stay mad at you!" He says, squeezing me into his chest. I chuckled.

"Okay, keep those sappy sentiments to yourselves we're here." Sergio chimed in.

"Hey, you still have to apologize to me mister!" Troy pulled away, playfully glaring at his brother while pointing a finger at him as I leaned back to my seat.

"Totoy!, tara dito inuman na!" Troy averted his attention and gaze out the window, smiling at the voice. "Mamaya! Sunod kami diyan hatid lang namin to!" He replied, his body leaning out the window waving a hand as we pass the drunk men.

At this point now we arrived back in town. Truck's passing some familiar people we see every day, the town's just small to a point where we easily recognize new faces. Sergio slowed the truck to a stop and signaled his hand to let a farmer guide his horse pass to the opposite side in front of us.

Troy's eyes followed the horse in admiration. "I've always wanted a horse." He rest his chin on his palm. "Someday, I'll ride a horse with Perrie Edwards." He says dreamily.

My fingers grazed upon the strings, the bass of the instrument letting out a deep vibration. The tips of my fingers fiddled with the strings as my other hand move on the fret in order to make a soft melody. I sat on the couch, playing the guitar to let the time pass. I've just arrived from work, delivering some freshly picked vegetables, and went straight home to be by myself. The twins stayed back and helped others to sell some of the vegetables at the market, while I'm here at home, by the twins irritating persistence to kick me out of the farm, doing exactly nothing when I could use my time helping them.

I shift my fingers on the first fret and positioned it to a specific chord while the other played with the tune.

"Abandoned, yeah I'm crying.

It's like you left me for dead, so dead, so dead.

I'm so broken, my loves frozen."

My fingers danced upon the frets, hitting the specific chords of the song.

"Help, 'cause its an emergency.

Someone just wounded my heart."

I sung softly along the melody. Troy's compelling wise words echoing at the back of my mind.

"How will you be able to know how you feel if you keep turning away from it."

"So help, it's like a bad surgery.

And now it's time to recharge.

Starting over taking one, two, baby steps.

Three, four, baby steps.

Five, six, baby steps."

"You gotta feel it to heal it."

"Starting over again."

"Hello, Mr. Cowell." I said over the phone, after placing the guitar to the side and took it out to call him.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N." He says after recognizing my voice. "I didn't knew I'll get your decision this early."

"Me too, I had a little bit of a help with some friends."

He hummed. "So what'll be your decision?"

"What time am I supposed to be there?"

"We'll be waiting for you to arrive, by now I think you should start packing because you're flight's tomorrow morning."

"Flight? But I have-"

"The company had already taken care of your flight charges" He explained. "It's at least we can do since we wanted you to fly all the way here in UK."

"Ohh..thank you..I guess."

He hummed. "See you soon, Miss Y/L/N. Now if you'll excuse me I have a meeting to attend to."

"Alright, see you soon." I replied before hanging up.

I stare at my phone, processing what I I've just done. I didn't know how long I was dazed when my phone flashes with light again and a familiar number plastered at the top of the screen, their picture below; an annoying bright smile on his face and his eyes stretched wide as if his eyeballs are about to bulge, letting his dark orbs come into view. What an effortless wacky picture, Sergio.

I swiped my phone. "What?"

"Good evening to you too," Sergio greeted. "So...have you now decided?"

I sigh. "Yes, and apparently I should be preparing my things by now."

"Why? when's the flight?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Noted." Sergio says. "See you tomorrow morning."

"What do yo-"

He hanged up.

Morning came and I stood in the middle of the doorway to the outside, staring at two figure staring back at me. An irritating smile on their lips, I had to hold back the urge to slap those smile off their faces. Dressing so casual, I averted my gaze and looked down to see each one of them holding their own luggage's. I look back up and raised a brow at the two and waited for one of them to explain.

"It was Gio's idea." Sergio elbowed his brother on the sides. "What? It's true."

"You agreed to this so when I fall you fall as well."

"Well I-"

"Guys." I interrupt them before they start an argument. "As much as I want to stick around but I need to get out of here before the plane leaves."

"We're going as well." Sergio stated.

"What do yo-"

"We bought our own tickets." Troy explained.

"I swear you two stop inter-"

"Come on, Y/N, we're going to be late."

"Fu-"

"No swearing!" They both exclaimed, completely amused.

The surface of the vast ocean surrounding our home island twinkled like crystals in me eyes, the opacity of the clouds gave me the chance to see the tall structures of the main land that was thousands of miles away from where our home town was. It's amazing how you can see more of one place just behind a small window while riding in one of the biggest machine man ever made, airplanes.

"We're really leaving home aren't we." Sergio asked beside me chuckling, slightly peeking though the small window.

I hummed, looking at him. "Why are you guys here?"

"What do you mean? Do you not want us to come?"

"No, what I mean is." I shook my head vigorously, disagreeing on his words. "You guys don't need to come with me, I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not a burden, Y/N" Troy cuts in, leaning forward from the end of the row, looking over from Sergio. "Just like Gio said days ago, we're in this together." He smiled warmly reminding me. "What ever happens, we'll be here beside you."

My heart swelled. Eyes starting to burn as tears gathered up in the corner of my eyes.

"Okay enough." I stated, looking away and gaze out the window sighing deeply. "Let's not get emotional and shit." The twins laughed lightly leaning back on their seats.

My eyebrows scrunched, a question falling back in my mind like a crash of realization. I looked back to the siblings. "How on earth did the both of you were able to afford the tickets?"

"Uhm, well...uh."

I glared at Troy. "Don't even dare to lie." I looked over to Sergio, knowing that he's not much of a liar like his younger brother. "Sergio?"

He looks over to his brother, Troy shooting him a glare to lie, but sighs in defeat. "We borrowed some money from Tita Gina."

"How much?"

"10,000 pesos"

I rubbed my temples. "One ticket cost twice more than that." I mumbled. "How about the remaining?"

"From our savings."

"Nothing left?"

"Nope, we're practically broke." Troy stated nonchalantly. How can he act so comfortable with that?

"It's actually amusing 'cuz we're not even in UK yet but we're already broke." Sergio chuckled, causing his brother to laugh as well.

"These two..." I grunted. "You two are with me, just stay close and don't get lost, I'll handle the expenses."

"We can't let yo-"

I raised my hands for a stop, cutting off Sergio. "No, I'll pay for you two, since you literally spent all your money to come with me."

"We'll pay you off when we get back."

"If we get back."

"Why? Are we staying?" Troy asked.

"No, I just realized that I didn't brought enough money and I don't know if this is a one way trip."

"Oh gosh."

"Please have mercy." Troy exclaimed.

I awoke from my deep slumber by the sudden jolt of the tires landing on the runway. I shook my head, amused by myself for having a decent sleep only in a sitting position. I haven't yet gotten used of airplane rides, since the only time I rode one is when I flew from UK to the Philippines when I was only a kid, when my grandma took me in.

We took our suitcases and bags from the compartments then head out of the plane. The sounds of squeaking cart wheels and chattering noises invading my ears as we follow through the sea of crowds exiting the area. At this point I have no clue on where to go or how the heck are we going to get out of here. I have forgotten things about UK, no offense but I'm kind of glad I did.

Troy pushed the cart containing a stack full of our luggage's as he scanned our surroundings. "What're we going to do now?" He asked from my left.

"Find a taxi and get a place to stay in, obviously." Sergio snorted from my right.

"You don't have to talk like it was a dumb question."

"Well it was a dumb ques-"

"Guys, please stop. Don't start an argument." I glared at the two. "Let's just go outside and hail for a cab."

"You know, Y/N. Since we're in the UK why don't you use your accent?" Troy queries as we stroll in the middle of the busy crowd, finding our way to the exit. "When we were kids, you used to speak with this cute British accent."

"Used to, I guess it just faded away." I responded. "People change because of what's surrounding them, I guess my accent faded away when I got used of other peoples accent when I was a kid." I shrugged.

Sergio paused from his tracks, causing me and Troy to stop as well.

"Uhh..Y/N." I arched a brow at him. "Is there any body expecting us? I mean, expecting you?"

"No, why?"

Sergio pointed. I followed the line of sight where his outstretched hand is pointing to see a man, in his late 40's, behind the metal railing dividing the arrivers and waiters. His white gloved hands holding a sign board with my full name written in black marker.

Y/N Y/L/N

"The creepy old man knows you Y/N, or worst, your full name" Troy whispered, leaning over and crossed his arms above the handle of the cart.

"Shut up, Troy. Have some respect." Sergio, like an old brother he is, scolded Troy. "He's too old...to be a creepy old man."

Troy huffed. "Whatever..." He looks ahead, watching the old man as he waits. "Are we going to talk to him or not?"

Without replying, I walked ahead towards the man who mysteriously knows my name. I could feel the twins trailing behind. Did Mr. Cowell sent him to pick me up?, because he doesn't have to do that, he could've just sent us the address. As I got near the man noticed me, I raised my hand gesturing him that I was the one he was looking for. He he jot his chin down and break off from the waiting line to wait us at the exit.

"I've been expecting you, Ms. Y/L/N." He said in his deep croaky voice. "My name is Edmond, I'll be your driver for today."

"Did Mr. Cowell sent you?" I inquired.

"If that's what you want to call it." He replied, looking past me and to the two boys standing behind. "I take it that this two, handsome men are your company?"

I nodded. "Yes, my apologies for not telling you sooner."

The man gave me a warm smile, shaking his head. "No, no, Don't worry. We've been already expecting you to bring guests." He said reassuringly.

The ride towards our destination was silent. Unfamiliar environment passing by outside the windows kept our thoughts occupied. I may have been to some of these places but not a single memory of me being here came. It feels like I've been here for the very first time.

The car was spotlessly clean. Comfortable leather seats, on my left is a mini bar containing drinks; water, alcoholic beverages and even juices. 

The car basically screamed luxury, one of the things that I, We, aren't used to. My thoughts was interrupted when I felt something bumped the side of my foot.

"So how does it feel being back home again?" Troy asked, grinning in front of me. The twins lounged on the leather seat at the opposite side of me while I sat alone.

I placed my jaw on my palm as my arm rest at the side of the door. "We're just here to take care of some things, Troy." I said in a bored tone. "Home is with you guys in the Philippines."

"Can I ask you something, Y/N." Sergio says.

"You're already asking."

"I'm serious."

"I'm serious as well."

Sergio sighs. I can feel his eyes burning on me. The atmosphere became thick and the silence grew awkward. To be honest, it wasn't always like this when we're together, but when it does, something's about to get serious.

Sergio opened his mouth, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I know it's been a long time but...aren't you going to visit... your family?"

Without even having any second thoughts, I shook my head. "My families dead, Sergio. I don't think I have anyone to visit."

"You still have a mother, Y/N." Troy recalls, hiding a sympathetic smile. "An older brother and a little sister too."

My eyes wandered outside the window, observing the diplomatic streets we passed by. Dry leaves falling down from the trees like rain,scattered all over the area giving it a more attractive scene. One thing that shouldn't be forgotten here is the beauty nature is giving, the hospitable people you come across to and the fascinating structures all around you.

"So what." I spat coldly, my eyes never left the view from outside. "I carried on life perfectly without them, I don't need them."

Before we left for UK, the thought of coming back sent a painful flashbacks of my life being the kid in a family full of conceited, arrogant and stuck up people who only think about themselves and their own kin.

But the new found feelings were overwhelming, anger, twisting around my chest overpowering the agony while hatred anointing pain like cuts and crevices.

The silver moon glowed aesthetically from the sky. My eyes briefly closed as the cold breeze hit my face, the rustling of the grass filling up my ears like a soft melody, disregarding the muffled blare of music coming from the background.

I stood up from my seat, using my small arms to dust off the dirt off my body. Friday night, it was just the same old tradition my stepfather always do, hosting a family get together at the house, talking about business and other things a kid like me wouldn't understand.

I sauntered towards the front door of the mansion and see it slightly agape, yellow lights filling through the tiny cracks dimly lit up the front porch. I inched towards the front door, peeking through the small gap, my eyes adjusting from the bright light shining through.

From there I saw the backs of family members, their chatters and laughter's echoing through the opening. My eyes rolled to the two figure talking to each other as they wander closer to the door, stopping in front of it for me to listen closely from what they're saying.

"I don't know why Y/M/N had the audacity to do that."

"Yeah, she already has everything, the mansion, the fortune and the man everybody wants."

"I don't see why Arthur needs to keep the kid that Y/M/N had from that...pest."

"What's her name, Y/N?" Her companion nods. "If I we're Arthur, I would just throw that kid away, seriously. She's the only one in the family that doesn't have Simpson on their last name."

They both erupted a high pitched laughter. My heart dropped from my chest, throat tightens as if there were hands strangling my neck. My vision blurred. I slowly backed up, watching their figures fading as I moved faraway from the door, from those fake and pretentious people.

Their voices echoing in my mind like a broken record, making my small body curl like a ball as my hands slowly moved up to cover my ears hoping for it to stop.

"Are you alright?" Sergio placed a hand on my back, his dark orbs scrutinizing my features, looking closely from my change of mood.

I swallowed the lump behind my throat, giving him a curt nod as I looked at the window from the fifth floor. My fingers tapped the leather arm rest, counting down the passing time while my patience wears thin. After Edmond dropped us off, someone was already at the entrance waiting for us and immediately lead us up on the fifth floor and in this unoccupied studio to wait for Simon.

Looking outside, I see the typical things UK has to offer; coffee shops, book stores, boutiques, souvenir stores and basically everything. I heave out a deep sigh, raking my hair back from covering the side of my eyes. The seat beside me dipped, and I looked over to see Troy leaning over against the back of the couch, looking down at something I wasn't able to see.

"Troy what are you doing." I whispered cautiously to him, seeing his arm reach for something behind.

I briefly look over to the door , hoping for it to not swing open and see Simon marching in to catch Troy. He then turn his head towards me and smiled brightly, leisurely pulling his arm back up, knowing too damn well that I hate the suspense as I want to find out what the hell he's been doing.

His arm resurfaced, fingers wrapped around to hold a common instrument by the neck. I know this is a studio but, why the hell is a guitar doing behind the couch?.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Damn it, Troy. Don't touch anything, you might break it."

"Hey, I'm not as clumsy." He stuck his tongue out. "It's boring me to wait so I want to do something." Troy slides his hand on the frets while the other lands on the base of the guitar. "Sing for me, Y/N."

I snorted. "I ain't going to do shit."

"Come on, you have a good voice." Troy stated.

"Yeah, Y/N." Sergio piped up. "Sing."

I shook my head. "How 'bout this, if you don't sing, we won't let you spend money for us." Sergio invests.

I groaned, knowing that they got me. The twins were like my brothers, I practically grew up with them. I've been with them with every step we made; birthdays, holy weeks -or as we now easter day, Christmas and new years. Even if they're f*****g annoying, they're still my brothers from another mother.

"Fuck." I exclaimed, rolling my eyes at them. "What song?"

The twins looked at each other and then grinned. Troy positioned his hand, his fingers putting pressure on the strings of the second fret while the other hand do its own work, fingers plucking the desired string.

I drove by all the place we used to hang out getting wasted.

Talk about our last years and how it felt, the way you tasted.

And even though your friends told me you're doing fine.

Somehow you felt lonely even though he's right besides you.

When he said those words to hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all.

The low sound of plucking increases. Troy shifts his fingers and use his thumb to strum. Just like the unwanted tradition we use to have, the forced singing becomes a music session, Sergio jumps in.

[Sergio.] 

I remember the day you told me you were leaving.

I remember the make up running down your face.

And the dreams we left behind you didn't need them.

Like every single wish we ever made.

Troy's hands danced gracefully on the guitar, his skilled hands makes soft tune that's pleasuring the ears. But that's not all the good thing you can hear from him.

[Troy.]

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.

And forget about this stupid little things.

And the way it felt to fall asleep next to you.

And the memories I never can escape.

'Cause I'm not fine at all.

Troy shifts his hand and his fingers went back to plucking the strings again.

No I'm not fine at all.

[Sergio.]

Tell me is this just a dream.

[You.]

'Cause I'm really not fine at all.

A heavy, sole clap erupted from the room, making the three of us jump to stand up. There he was, Simon Cowell, entering the room as the doors automatically shuts itself behind him. He sashayed towards us with a hidden smile on his lips.

I approached him half way, stretching out my arm to greet him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Cowell." I stated as I shake his hand.

"Please, Let's skip the formalities. Just call me Simon."

"Alright, Simon." I nodded.

He turn his attention to the siblings. Sergio steps in first, extending his hand for Simon. "Pleasure to meet you, my names Sergio, Y/N's friend." He then looked over to his young brother. "And this is Troy, my brother." He introduced as Troy shakes Simon's hand mumbling his greetings with a respectful nod.

Simon signaled us to seat while he sat himself at the opposite side of us. "I'm very great full that you're able to make it here, Y/N." He started. "I know that you're aware from your brothers slip up, and I know that you're a very private person but after his interview you became the talk all over England, America and now, the world."

I clicked a tongue, closing my eyes as I begin to rub my temples. How can things turn out like this in just a couple of hours. "Is there anything you can do about it?" I asked. "Look, I know you have connections, use them, tell the people what Bradley said is not real, hire someone to pretend to be me or better yet tell the people I was dead."

"I can't do that."

"Yes, you can."

"But it's not a good idea." Sergio intrudes. "How could you say something about yourself like that, Y/N. I'll understand if it came from Simon," He briefly looked over to Simon. "But it came from you."

"Do you have any other great ideas?" I arched a brow at him, crossing my arms against my chest.

"Your idea isn't even than great..." Troy mumbled quietly to himself. I glared at him when I heard it.

"I wish I could." Sergio gave me an apologetic smile. "But that doesn't mean your idea is valid to use."

I groaned. "How can I get their attention off of me."

"Why would you want to get rid of it when you could use it." Simon spoke after his few seconds of silence. The three of us turn our heads to him, confused. Simon leaned back against the sofa, crossing his arms, his amble pose turning to a professional one. "I know talent when I see one. When I looked at the three of you, I see a bright future ahead, a new face in the music industry."

"He should've been a fortune teller..." Troy whispered quietly. Sergio elbowed him to the side, shutting him up.

"When I saw, and heard, the three of you singing, a sudden idea popped into my mind, an idea that people should witness these amazing talent you all have." He stated as his eyes jumps from one person to another, a smile forming on his lips. "It's been awhile since we had new musicians, so let me give you an offer." Simon's face turned serious. "Sign for my label and inspire or help other people by being a band that can go to places, a band I'm confidently to tell that will be popular in less than a year." He says with a spur of confidence

Our eyes widened from Simons proposal. I turn my attention to the twins, scanning their faces for their answers. Is he serious?. Doesn't he even get the fact that I don't like other people's attention?.

"We're in."

I whipped my head towards Troy, seeing him nod in agreement. "What do you mean we?" My eyebrows furrowed, looking at him in disbelief at the same time surprised by his answer.

"Well, It doesn't hurt to try." Sergio shrugs his shoulders. "We're in."

"We?, Don't I have a say in this conversation?" I glared at the two, crossing my arms on my chest.

Troy threw his arm around the back of my shoulders. "Come on, Y/N. Live a little, it's not every day Simon offers this kind of opportunity."

"He's right, Y/N." Simon stood up from his seat, buttoning up his blazer. "An opportunity like this goes to people who only have rare talents these days, and those rare talents, I've seen it in you three." He grinned at the three of us.

"You are a very talented person, Y/N. You could be as good as your brother, Brad." He took a step forward, placing his broad hands on my shoulders. "Or better yet, greater than him."

I stared at Simon, expecting his face to be hard looking or intimidating, but doesn't, even a little. He has a warm smile in his face, looking down at me with sincere eyes. He was telling the truth, the truth that I can't even help myself to accept.

"Why couldn't you be more like your brother."

"You're useless, Y/N. No wonder people liked me more."

"What could I expect, you're not even my daughter, you're a failure."

Those words were embedded in my mind like how words are carved on wood. I didn't know why people praise me with such things that I don't even have. Ones grandma told me, never let people define you're worth, 'cause you'll never know how amazing you can be from what they all see. I looked up from Simon, a determined grin forming onto my lips.

"Just make sure that you won't let people get near me." I frowned suddenly.

"Really, Y/N?, you just had to do that?" Troy squinted his eyes at me. "I know you hate but we just like had those emotional moments like in movie scenes but you just had to do that." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Come on, Y/N. Those people might going to be your fans." Troy stated.

"I know its just that-" I exhaled exasperatedly. "Just give me time to adjust I already took a longer step than I used to."

Simon chuckled quietly, watching the three of us. I almost forgot that he's here. "Take the time you need, Y/N." He turned onto his heels and begins to walk away. "Well come on, you need to sign some papers."

The three of us nodded our heads, trailing behind him as he opened the door to the outside. On our way to his office. The twins and I walked side by side, staring at his back quietly as our mind still run with thoughts. Was this really real?, surely I'm not the only one who's thinking about this. And the foremost question that is weighing my mind is, was this a good idea?.

"Do you guys know what really caught my attention from the very first when this all happened." I asked, more like stated.

Troy shook his head while Sergio side glanced me. "What?"

My gaze burned on Simon's back as we continued on with the conversation. "Of all places we could meet up -sure, we're talking about something that's related to his work but, I wonder why it all comes down into us meeting here in his music studio."

Troy nods his head in understatement as if he gets what's running in my mind. "It's like he had it all-"

"Planned..." Sergio finished what his brother's about to say.

"Don't forget, Mr. Edmond who drove us here, " Troy recalled. "When you asked him if it was Simon who sent him to come and get you, he said; If that's what you want to call it." Troy says, Imitating the drivers croaky old voice.

I nod my head. "I guess Simon's not the only one who knows we're going to be here in England." I mumbled, annoyed.

"Welp, if that's the case, why don't we find out who they are and I wont hesitate to welcome them in our lives." Troy smirked.

"More like, Welcome them back from Y/N's life." Sergio told us, pressing his lips into a tight line looking at me in sympathy. Troy's lips parted in realization and stared at me as if he want to find out what would my reaction be.

"Sucks to be them 'cause, I don't think I'm going to be needing another addition in my life." I stated coldly as we continued on to follow Simon towards his office.

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