Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

"We try and try again.
We try and make it to the end.
You come back and say you're sorry,
and I come back again.

We keep on tryin'
a million times
we keep dyin,'
we are reborn,
regenerated.
Reincarnated.

We keep trying
we keep on flyin'.
Theres no way to make this work,
but there's still hope.

I want to mean something,
want to do something,
wanna make my make in this world we are living on!
Its not that easy,
these people are cheesy.
My life is stingy.
but I still try.

I still try-yyy.

I still try-yyy.

I still try to fly." I sang into the microphone. Simon clapped outside when I came out.

"That was great Georgia!"

Simon shushed me and tiptoed to the door, slightly turning the handle, then throwing the door open

The boys all crouch there, tumbling over at the lack of stability. I laugh and playfully glare at them, wagging my finger at them.

"That was brilliant, Georgia!"

"Amazing!"

"Fabtasic!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Great," Niall said smiling. I blushed.

"Did you write that alone," Liam aske curiously.

"Yes, actually, when I was twelve," I say awkwardly.

"It was wonderful for a twelve year old," Harry said.

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