AN: Thanks for reading my story! This is a Tom Parker Fanfic, soo yeah :D The Wanted has never done any of these things, and I do not own them (sadly).
"…So your next thing to do now, since The Wanted is so big, you're going to make them bigger by covering their song, Chasing the Sun. You'll meet the boys on tonight at the studio." My manager, Fred, ended. I was shocked. What if he remembered me? I couldn't stand seeing him again…after all the things I went through…I definitely didn't want to see him no matter what.
"No. Why does it have to be from The Wanted?" I groaned to my manager. I didn't hate the Wanted, I didn't love them either. It's just, there's a person in the band that bothers me. It all started years ago…
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"Cassandra Ann Davidson! You come back right this instant!" I heard my dad yell. I continued to ignore him and kept walking down the street. We had just moved to England after my dad got this job offer. We used to live in America, in California. I had a deal with a company for singing, but then I had to quit because of this STUPID JOB OFFER. My mom died years ago in a car accident. That literally killed me and my father and after that, me and my dad weren't as close as we were before. I still miss mom. She was our everything. She was the one who made sure everything was in place and she kept me and dad's connection. But that was all gone now. I still have nightmares of that night. Dad and I were at home, and it was past 8. Mom always got home from work at 7. Dad was pacing around the room obviously worried that mom wouldn
I'm Cassandra Ann Davidson, but if you ever call me Cassandra that will be the last thing you do. I go by Cassie. And that only. I have to say I am pretty smart. I was in all honors classes in school, got awards, and now I was getting college applications still even though I was old. I have dark brown wavy hair, with light orange-yellow highlights. I am about 5'11"and my birthday is on September 9th, which is only in a month. I can't wait for it! I'm 20 now and working as a singer and model. I don't model as much as I sing. I model for Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, and some teen magazines. I sing my own songs, and sometimes cover some songs. I am known world-wide and I have toured with One Direction, Cher Lloyd, Selena Gomez, and a lot of others. My best friend used to be Tom Parker.
Tom Parker.
I met Tom Parker when I was 12. He was 16 then. We clicked instantly, and I talked to him about everything in my life. I told him about my boy problems, my friend problems, and he always had an answer for me. He talked to me about the same things. But when I was 17, our whole world changed.
Tom was going to leave me. For an audition with Jayne Collins. He told me, this could affect his whole life. I nodded sadly, and agreed with him. Meanwhile for me, I haven't spent much time with him because I was in America modeling for Hollister. I had just come back a week ago, and I was gone for about 2 months. I showed obvious disappointment, but I replied.
"Wh-Wh-When will you be back? Will you remember me?" I asked nervously. Tom was packing his guitar for the audition.
"I don't know when I'll be back. I promise I won't forget you. How will I ever not remember you? You're the sweetest girl in my entire life. I promise to keep in touch. Before and After the Auditions, I'll keep in touch." He smiled. I smiled back. I helped him pack up the rest of his things and then he took me out for ice cream. It was that one special thing that we both shared. It was the last thing that we did together.
He left the following morning. He texted me of how much he was going to miss me, but I replied with a simple message saying I was going to miss him too, and everything. I started to cry. But I didn't expect this to happen. My best friend was leaving me for something else.
And now here I am. I was broken for a few years; I moped around and constantly got bullied since Tom wasn't there to support me. I gave my heart to a few assholes, but then they decided to either cheat on me or break up with me for someone else. But I had no one. I tried to text Tom, but he never replied to me.
Who knew he wouldn't keep his promise?
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But now, since I have to work with them, I am not going to talk to Tom. Or let alone look at the guy who practically destroyed me. He would recognize me. I think. If he knows who I am, I'm just going to ignore him. That was the thing I was going to do.
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"Fine, I'll meet them."
I went back to my flat and threw my things on the counter. I turned on the TV. Great. All I needed was news about The Wanted and their new single. I turned off the TV and went to my big comfy bed. I laid there and started to think about my past life, my present life, and the life that was going to be ahead of me. I didn't want to see him. But I had no choice. As I began to think, my eyes began to droop. Soon later, I was fast asleep.
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Bzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
I woke up to the sound of my iPhone buzzing. It was Jake, calling me. Jake was my ex-boyfriend. I had just broken up with him a couple of days ago because he sort of…well cheated on me. I caught him and his 'friend' Abby on the couch half naked. I broke up with him then and there. He literally went back onto the couch and started doing it, but I didn't care. So now, he keeps on calling me nonstop to talk about things. I clicked reject and later I got the notification that he left me a voicemail. It was the usual, call me so we can talk and that shit. I hated him so I just decided to stop talking to him.
Bzz. A text from Fred. He texted me the address of the studio. It would only be some of the band. I hope Tom wasn't there. I prayed silently, because I wasn't ready to face him. Not yet. It's not the right time.
I looked through my drawer of clothes and decided on my short black and blue skirt. I picked my black graphic tee to go with it, and but on some black boots. I put on a little eyeliner and mascara, and then grabbed everything I needed. I locked up my flat, and went out.
The studio was about 2 miles away, so I hailed for a cab. Before finding one, I saw people taking pictures of me and whispering. They were also pointing, so I turned around waving at all the fans. I got into a cab, and left for the studio.
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When I got to the studio, it was pretty weird. I saw a bald guy outside; who I was guessing was Max, by the door looking through something on his phone. I approached him and said,
"Hello. Umm, are you Max from The Wanted?" I saw him look up at me. He locked his phone, he cleared his voice.
"Yes, I am. I'm guessing you're Cassandra, the singer who's covering our song?" I nodded, and added,
"Yeah, but call me Cassie, unless you want to get hurt. Tell your band mates too." He nodded, and led me through the small hallways. I smiled at all the pictures of the band and also all the pictures of the awards they won. We went into a room, which I guessed was the dressing room.
"I'll be right back. Stay here." I nodded, and started walking around the room. Or at least until I heard a voice.
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"And, who are you and why are you in our living room?" I turned around, not able to see anyone who was there.
"Ca-Ca-Cassie Davidson, the singer that's covering your song, Chasing the Sun?"
"Cassie?"
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I saw the person approach me. He was tall, 6 foot at least. He had a mop of curly hair, blue eyes, and a questioning look on his face.
"Cassie…Cassie...wait, isn't the singer that's covering the single named Calandra or something?" I smiled.
"No, it's Cassandra Davidson, but if you don't want to get hurt, so call me Cassie." At that moment, I saw Nathan walk into the room and look at me. When he opened his mouth, I put my hand up.
"Before you ask. I'm Cassie Davidson, the singer covering your song." Nathan looked at me and looked at Jay. He laughed, and whispered something to Jay. Jay nodded and went to do something. I rolled my eyes. Nathan came up to me. He was wearing a hat of some sort, a tee shirt and shorts like me. We talked for a little bit, getting to know each other a little better before Jay came back and nodded at Nathan. We were going out to Nathan's flat, just to get to know each other a little better.
In a couple of minutes, we piled into the car and heading off to a restaurant. Jay was complaining about being hungry, so we went to a Chinese place.
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After placing our orders, I looked at both of them, expecting them to say something. Jay went first.
"So, I'm Jay, as you know. You know my appearances. I am very interested to work with you because we never had anyone cover our songs before."
"And I'm Nathan. I am also ready to work with you." I looked at them both together.
"Well, I'm Cassie and I'm a model and a singer. I cover songs by request, but usually I write my own. I model for Abercrombie and Hollister, that kind of stuff." Our food then came, and all you could hear was Jay and Nathan talking about the band. "Hey guys" I interrupted. "I know Tom, but I don't want to see him." Their faces lit up when I said I knew Tom, but the darkened as I said I didn't want to see him. I told them the story of me and Tom's friendship and everything beyond that. By the end of the story, our food had been cleared away and their faces full of shock.
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