Dark Corner

When I came to Niall and Alex. Alex looked at me hopefully and Niall looked confused. "What happened?" was the first thing he asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied. Not really getting what he meant. Maybe because I messed my hair up, and removed my make-up.

"You just changed yourself again. You ruined your hair and removed your slight touch of make-up. why?" He frowned.

"Sam said it looked hideous, she is my best friend ..." I trailed off looking at Alex. He looked angry.

"She's just jealous." Alex jumped up. "She doesn't want to be the less pretty one." that sounds weird. Sam's always the pretty one.

"No, she's my best friend. She would never do that." I said. Alex frowned, but then he smirked. Like he found the lost piece of a huge puzzle.

"I get it now. if you're prettier. You get the fame. You get the fame she has now, you get the fame you deserve." he said triumphantly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, afraid he might be on to us. What if he knows what we're doing. What will happen then?

"Well she's the face right? the reason why she's on stage and not you is because she's pretty and you're not." my mouth hung open.

"You know?" my voice didn't sound like my voice at all. both Niall and Alex nodded.

"Alex found out while he was lost. he saw you singing while Sam was on stage. So he went into your box after the show and saw everything." I sat down. Tears ready to spill.

"Please" I begged. "Don't tell anyone. You can't tell. It will ruin everything. But most of all, it will be my fault. My fault the fans are disappointed, my fault Sam will be mad, my fault they will get angry, they will all accuse me of the thing that went wrong and it-"

"Scarlett." Niall cut me off. "We won't tell anyone unless you let us. I promise you that." He whipped the tears off of my cheeks.

I smiled a sad smile. "I'm sorry. This is just so messed up." I felt so sad right now. Not because they found out, but because this was just another problem added to the pile. Caused by my ugliness.

"Don't be sorry." Alex said. He smiled a small smile. "Can you sing for us. I really like to hear you sing." and I agreed. I would sing to them, they kept this a secret. They were real friends.

So I sang, I sang one of Sam and I's singles and the boys listened. When I finished I was breathing heavily. Looking everywhere but them. I fidget with my shirt and took short breaths.
"That was amazing." Alex whispered. I looked at them. Both wide eyed.

"You really think so? I've never sang for people. Live, like seeing their reaction. And to be honest it feels terrible." I was starting to calm down, but there was still this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"You sang beautiful Scar, I don't think I've ever heard someone sing like that before." Niall said.
"Why don't you let the world know it's you, and not Sam?" Alex wondered.

"Because I'm ugly." I answered straight away, not even thinking about it.
"But that's a stupid reason. You don't need to be pretty to preform." Niall commented. I thought about it.

"Sam told me you have to be pretty. Otherwise you will never make it." I said in a matter of fact tone. Niall raised his eyebrows.

"That's horrible. That's stupid. Sam's stupid. You shouldn't believe what she says." Alex said angrily. "I hate Sam."

"Don't talk about Sam like that!" I said, angrily just like Alex was. I hated it when people talked badly about Sam. She wasn't a bad person.

"Why not!" Alex almost screamed. "She deserves it. She's a jealous, selfish rat." He crossed his arms over his chest angrily.

"I have to agree with Alex. She wanted you to be ugly because otherwise she would lose her fame, she told you only pretty people can make it, otherwise you would be the one on stage right now and not her. And I bet there are so many more things that happened." he said.

"Please can we drop this subject?" when I didn't feel comfortable about anything anymore, I just asked them to drop the subject. they usually would, but Alex and Niall are quite stubborn.

"She doesn't defend you against Harry. Friends should do that." Alex pointed out.

"But she likes him, she's almost in love with him. If she defends me, she might ruin her changes with him." I said, not getting why they would be so serious about this. They couldn't make me change my mind about Sam.

"Isn't your friend more important then a guy you like?" Niall asked desperate.

"But she knows I don't mind her not defending me. So why should I tell her she should. Maybe they are meant to be and I'll ruin that for them." why couldn't they understand these simple things.

Alex groaned. "Why can't you see that she doesn't care about you that much." he ran a hand through his hair.

"She does care. She just doesn't show it every minute. Can we please drop the subject?" I asked. Both boys sighed, but they agreed.

We talked about the tour. They wanted to know who knew about the secret. Which we now called The Double Trick. Alex came up with the name.

They asked about the songs, who wrote them and how I would record them. They asked about me not wanting to perform in front of people. They even promised to help me with that.

"The show's about to start. I have to go to Flora. Sam's stylist ." I said. Getting up from Niall's couch. I walked towards the door.

"Wait." Niall said. "Can we like, see you preform and not Sam?" He asked me. I thought about it. It could be possible, if we closed the curtain that was in front of the box.

They could stand behind that and no one would notice them. Or so I hope. "Alright." I agreed.
"But you can't make too much noise, and you have to be there half an hour before the concert. I think half an hour is a good time, or you want to be there later. That's fine. Just before the concert." I looked down

"that's settled. We'll watch you, and you'll preform for us."

"What?" I asked laughing nervously. "I'll just sing. Not preform. There's a difference." I said, Niall seemed to be serious. But he couldn't, I can't preform. That's Sam's job.

"No, you have to preform. That's better, then you can preform one day, then your fans will see you, see the person they should love."

"It are our fans." I corrected him. This whole thing couldn't be possible without Sam. If she wasn't here, we wouldn't have fans. Those fans love her, she knows what the fans want.

"What ever. I see them as your fans." Niall said, Alex agreeing with a nod. Why couldn't they be at my side? why didn't they like Sam, why couldn't they see she is a good person.

"I really need to go guys, see you later." I left, and just as I was about to shut the door I told them. "And it are our fans."

I waked into Flora's room, leaving the hotel and taking the bus to the venue. Flora wasn't there, her stuff was. I decided to call.

"Hello." she said quietly. She had a hoarse voice, maybe from crying. I felt really bad, I thought I had problems. But the father of her child laid in the hospital. and I was complaining about tiny problems.

"Hey. Flora. It's me, Scarlett. I wanted to check up on you, how are you, how is he?" I asked. she took a shaky breath before answering.

"He's fine. He's in a coma. The doctors told me not to worry. Yet I'm here crying. I'm such a baby." I imagined her holding her hand in front of her mouth holding her from speaking.

"You're no baby, you have all the rights to cry, if you need anything F, I'm just one call away. If you want, I'll come to you and use the emergency disk, we made when I got sick and messed up the performance."

I was really sick that day, and the day after. I could barely speak. So they made a disk with all the songs and pauses. But they didn't finish it on time and I had to sing anyway. It was horrendous.

"No, you don't have too. I have my baby, and I'll be alright. There's one tiny problem you can help me with." she trailed of, her voice getting weaker again.

"What?! I'll do anything to help you Flora." I told her. A bit desperate. but I feel useless if I can't help, like I can't do a thing for her.

"Can you style Samantha for a few days? just for a few days, maybe if you really mind doing it-"
"I don't mind doing it, don't be absurd." I told her making her laugh. "Thanks Scar, your show is about to start." Flora said. I smiled and we said our goodbyes.

I looked around the place and I sighed. What would happen if I appeared on stage tonight instead of Sam? would they be mad? of course they would. Would they be mad if they knew Sam wasn't the person who actually sang. I mean, so many artist do that.

Sam came into the room, sat on the chair. "Lady aren't you going to start?" she asked, her head whipped around her hair almost hitting me in the face.

She looked at me, then around the room and came to the conclusion Flora wasn't here. "Oh, Scar. Where's the make-up lady?"

"Her name's Flora." I told Sam carefully, hoping she would remember that. "and she's not going to be here. I'll do her job today. And probably for a few days." I told her.

"Urgh, why can't anything be handled properly here. I mean I'm the star here. It should be about me, yet they are selfish and leave me like this." I felt angry, she shouldn't talk about Flora like that. She couldn't help that the father of her child laid in the hospital.

"She can't do anything about that." I snapped at Sam. Her eyes widened in shock. I've never snapped at Sam before. "I'm so so sorry." I told her, shocked with my actions too.

"Whatever." muttered Sam. she seemed irritated and glared at me. I lowered my gaze and started with her make-up. She was already dressed. It was silent and even when she left we didn't say goodbye.

I left shortly after she did. I went into my box and looked over the performance. I knew the performance. If you set me on stage, I could continue where Sam had stopped.

This was because I had to know the performance. Because if I didn't. I wouldn't know when she would scream things into the crowd. They made me practice with Sam. And I knew everything she knew, only she tends to forget things sometimes.

But I would too if there are so many people watching your every move. I would be nervous, I would probably freeze.

"Hey Scar." I looked up, Niall had a grin on his face and Alex followed beside him.

"Hey guys." I looked if no one had followed them and then quickly closed the curtain. They both smiled at me.

"You're going to be great. I bet you're better at performing too." Alex said.

"But I can't preform." I sighed running a hand through my hair.

"Everybody thought you were ugly. Yet you've proven me wrong with that." Niall pointed out. I looked down.

"You thought I wasn't ugly?" I was shy, very shy. I could never believe him. Even if he told me a million times. But if Sam told me that, I would believe her straight away.

"I said you were beautiful." he told me with a smile. "But I do get if you don't want to make yourself look pretty every morning. I mean, it's not like you should change because of what people think of you." What Niall said made sense, I shouldn't change because of them.

But the thoughts about my problems flooded back. If I walked around like that for one day, I could see how people reacted. "I don't think I can ever be beautiful. But thank you Niall."
And I knew I could never be beautiful. I could never be perfect. And for some reason that bothered me, a lot. I felt like I wanted to be lovely.

"You've opened my eyes. but now I have a show to attend to, sadly."

Notes

yay an update. "for the first time in forever."don';t you think that's suitable ? I think it fits perfectly.

sorry for this late update. life's crazy right now. THANK YOU FOR READING !!!