Chapter 32

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Days passed it was the 8th of August. My dad had stayed. For a night or two it was definitely weird.

But my mom is way better now they both feel like they got something off their chest. Good for them and I’m glad I finally get to know the story.

I am not mad at either of them for what they did, they did it to survive maybe it wasn’t the best of choices but you can't change the past.

Today as you may know the boys are finally telling the fans when the album is coming and thankfully it is the end of this month. I still check all the fan accounts I follow every now and then. It’s funny to see all the fan theories and all their creativity they have.

8 letters

Their debut single coming out tonight.

I don’t think I have ever been so excited for a song before. And just the little snip it of the song I’m already in love with it.

I love you.

This song is going to be one of the best, I can just feel it. My dad had texted me that he approves of Daniel.

I never was looking for his approval though. He didn’t make big decisions for me then and he isn’t now.

No matter what anyone said about Daniel and I, it does not effect us. We might get hate but I don’t care he is my end game.

Couple hours later.

The song is out on my gosh I’m so excited. The boys wanted to see my reaction so I decided to make a video of it.

I set up my phone to record and press play on the song.

Sounds fill the air as I get ready for the lyrics.

You know me the best

You know my worst, see me hurt,

but you don't judge

That, right there, is the scariest

feeling

Opening and closing up again

I've been hurt so I don't trust

Now here we are, staring at the

ceiling

I look at the camera as I grove to the song.

“Jo, ahh I love it.”

I've said those words before but it

was a lie

And you deserve to hear them a

thousand times

“Zach, your voice has gotten so much better,” I stop the song to talk.

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

If all it is is eight letters

Why am I in my own way?

Why do I pull you close

And then ask you for space

If all it is is eight letters

Why is it so hard to say?

“The chorus is so good guys, I can listen to this over and over again.”

Isn't it amazing

How almost every line

On our hands align

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