Fighter (Sequel to One Direction Adopted A...Theif?!)

The truth comes out

I can be selfish
Yeah, so impatient
Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe
I’m insecure, yeah, I make mistakes
Sometimes I feel like I’m at the end of the road

I can get low, I can get low
Don’t know which way is up
Yeah, I can get high, I can get high
Like I could never come down

Call it a curse
Or just call me blessed
If you can’t handle my worst
You ain’t getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt felt felt felt?
Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt felt felt felt

It's like all the good things
They fall apart like…
Like Marilyn Monroe

Truth is we mess up
'Til we get it right
I don't want to end up losing my soul

I can get low, I can get low
Don’t know which way is up
Yeah, I can get high, I can get high
Like I could never come down

Call it a curse
Or just call me blessed
If you can’t handle my worst
You ain’t getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt felt felt felt?
Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt felt felt felt

Take me or leave me
I’ll never be perfect
Believe me I’m worth it
So take me or leave me
(So take me or leave me)
So take me or leave me
(So take me or leave me)

Call it a curse or just call
Me blessed if you can't handle
My worst you ain't getting my best
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt felt, felt?
Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt?
must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt

The sound of Nicki Minaj's Marilyn Monroe filled the air as I dance around my room in my spandex and tank top.

“Parker, turn your music down!” Louis yelled from down stairs. I rolled my eyes as I went over to my docking station and hit pause. The silence so overwhelming I had to get out of the room. I was really energetic today, I was just itching to do something. I ran down stairs, past the living room and into the gym. My eyes lit up as I saw all the untouched gym equipment that was just recently cleaned and polished. I went over to my bench where there were cubicles in the wall. I had my tape and sneakers in there. I wrapped the tape around my knuckles and tied my shoelaces together. I hoped up from the bench and picked out the punching bag to work on. I really feel the need to get my angry out don't you think.

Leah's POV (I know you have all been waiting for this):

“Hunter the plan didn't work just give it up.” I said as I sipped my coffee. I was currently sitting in Starbucks with Hunter as I discussed this crazy plan of his.

“Come on Leah, there has to be another way to get her back.” Hunter whined as he clasped his hands together in a pleading manor.

“Look, we tried jealous and we got our asses kick. What else is there to do?” I asked as I let out an exasperated sigh.

“How bout you help me think of a plan.” Hunter said as sarcasm literally dripped from every word.

“No wonder she dumped you.” I said as I rolled my eyes at him.

“Leah!” Hunter gasped as his eyes filled with hurt.

“Look she won't come around so easily, give it time then you can swoop in. Okay, now I have to get to rehearsals so bye.” I said as I finished off the last of my coffee and stood up from my spot. Hunter grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“Leah, why don't we try a publicity thing.” Hunter said as his eyes filled with hope and gleam.

“She already hate me enough so get yourself a new girl. Show her you moved on and she'll come crawling back. I'm really late Hunter I really have to go.” I said as I pulled my arm out of his grasped and headed towards the door. I threw my cup in the trash on my way out. I slipped my shades on and pushed through the door,

“Leah! Leah Over here!” The paparazzi yelled as I exited the building.

“Are you now dating Hunter?”