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(A/N) – For Laura! My first requester! Hope you like it x
Niall’s POV
Bootcamp. Just hearing the word sent shivers right through me. My palms were sweating as I nervously took my place beside the rest of the boys. They all looked exactly how I felt. Terrible, and nervous. I was stood beside a familiar curly haired boy, who had talked to me yesturday when we where waiting for the judges. I think his name is Harry. He gave me a smile, and mouthed, “good luck!” I smiled back, and mouthed, “you too!”. I knew he was going to get through though. He had an amazing voice, and also, he looked like a superstar. Girls would fall in love with him quickly enough, that was for sure.
My heart could be heard through my ears, as I noticed three figures making their way into the room. I recognized one as the legend Simon Cowell, the other Louis Walsh, and behind them, Nicole Scherzinger. They sat down at their table, and at that exact moment, I caught Nicole’s eye. She gave me a warm smile, and I smiled back, but broke the contact as soon as I could.
“Hello boys.” Simon greeted. “The names we say, are the names of the boys who have made it through to the judges houses. We just want you to know, that we thought you where all amazing, and this was a tough decision. But we had to end it somewhere. Right. Here we go.”
He picked up the sheet of paper sitting in front of him, and began talking again. “The first person through to the judges houses is,”
I felt ill. My head was whirling. I felt like I could pass-out any second now.
“John Wielding.”
The guys – I’m guessing he’s John – fell to his knees. I think he was a little overwhelmed. I gave him a smile when he passed me to go down the stairs. I felt happy for him. But now I felt even more preasured, and nervous.
The names went on, and on, but still, mine hadn’t been said. I was loosing more and more hope, and I could feel my heart sinking deeply into my chest. I wanted this more than anything, I wasn’t going to let go off my dreams that quickly.
I could see the boy to my far right was trying to hold tears in and sniffing every so often. A tear escaped his eye, but he angrily wiped it away. I felt so bad for him. His name was Liam, and he had been in this situation before. He wanted, and deserved this more than anyone else here. I was surprised his voice hadn’t been called out yet, his voice was unbelievable.
The names kept being read out, and less and less people were standing on the stage. One of them being me, who was trying very hard not to cry. As I was waiting, I had looked at the other boys who where standing with me. Harry, I already knew. Liam was still crying, the poor lad. Another boy with dark black hair, I recognized as the one that didn’t want to dance. Then there was another boy standing at the end of the row. I had never noticed him before, and I wondered how, because he stood out a lot to me right now. He had feathery brown hair, which could only just be seen as it was covered by a beanie. He was wearing the cutest loose clothing ever, but the thing that stood out for me most was, his smile. He wasn’t crying like the rest of us. He wasn’t looking as nervous, or making a big deal out of anything, he kept a beautiful smile on his lips, which lit up his face, and made adorable crinkles appear at his eyes.
From here, I could see he was strong. He didn’t want to cry. He wasn’t going to. I had only just seen him, but something about him, I liked very much. Something about the way he smiled over at me as our eyes connected, caused me to blush, and my tummy flutter. Just him smiling at me made me feel brighter, happier, and not as nervous as before. How did someone I had only seen once effect me like this?
“The final contestant to make it through, is…”
The tention was killing me. I knew it wasn’t me. I was hoping it was either smiley boy, Liam, Harry or the non-dancing boy. They all seemed more experianced, and also very nice.
“Tom Richards.”
I don’t know how, but before I knew it, tears were pouring down my cheeks. That was it. It was over. My dream of being on the X-Factor live shows, my dreams of becoming a worldwide singer, it was all over.
Liam seemed to be the one who was taking it the worst way possible. I felt sorry for him, for all of us. Harry was doing a good job stopping the tears, while the dark haired boy was also crying. Then I looked at the smiley boy again. His smile had turned upside down, into a frown. His eyes had darkened, and he was staring at the ground, feeling sorry for himself. I suddenly felt a weird pain in the bottom of my chest. I wanted so badly to put that smile back on his flawless face. I hated to see such a beautiful person so upset. I walked over to him, and before I knew what I was doing, my hand was on him, and my thumb was rubbing small circles onto his back.
He looked up, his eyes wide in shock mirroring mine, as I realised what I was doing. I felt heat rise up my neck and to my cheek, as I moved my hand away, suddenly missing his touch.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to comfort you.” I smile shyly.
He smiles back, causing my heart beat to race. I made him smile. “It’s fine, it felt good.” He said, his cheeks reddining.
“I’m Niall, Niall Horan.” I said, holding my hand out.
He took it in his, and my breath arched in my throat at how good his skin felt against mine, and how well our hands fit with eachothers.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Louis Tomlinson.” He grinned, shaking my hand before letting it go. Once again, I missed his touch. It was like a craving to me. I smiled at his name. Louis. It fit him so well. I couldn’t have placed any other name with him. Louis was perfect.
“Boys, over here for an interview!” One of the camera men yelled. Then reality hit me. I remembered how I was here in the first place, and why I was still on the stage. Tears left my eyes. Not even Louis could make me smile right now. I was hysterical.
“Tell us how you feel.” The camera man whispered to me, the camera facing me.
“It’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had in my life,” I sniffed. I could feel my whole face going red with tear-staines. “Standing there, and waiting for your name to be called, then it’s not…”
I was on the verge of a break-down. I couldn’t talk to the cameras. Not now. I needed to be alone. Or with Louis if anyone.
“Uh, sorry.” I cried, unable to speak from the tears.
“It’s ok mate.” The camera man sighed, moving onto Louis, who was looking at me worriedly. I gave him a smile to let him know I was ok, before lifting the neck of my top up, to cover my face. I cried into it, and rubbed my eyes. I was always a weak one when it came to crying. I was about to go through the exit, when I heard someone cry out my name.
“Niall!” I turned around on my heel, to see Louis running towords me. My breath caught in my throat as he breathlessly stood infront of me, tear-free. How could he hold in his emotions so easily?
“I hope we meet again.” He smiled, a blush creeping to his cheeks.
“I hope so.” I said truthfully. I wanted his number, something, but I felt it would sound to desperate. Just then, he leant in, and his lips pecked my forehead. I closed my eyes to take in the moment. His lips where so moist and full. Urgh.
“Bye.” He whispered again, and before I knew it, he was gone. Too soon. I felt tears in my eyes again. Oh no. I was having another melt down.
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“Could all rejected acts return to the main stage please.” The voice boomed from the tanoy above me. I lifted my head, and looked around in shock. Why was I being called back? I was so close to leaving as well, I had everything packed and ready to go.
I followed the other acts to the familiar stage. They all looked just as confused as I was. I stood with the same group of people I had stood with a few hours ago, but this time there where less of us. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Louis looking straight ahead, with that sweet smile on his face. I felt my heart flutter, and a smile make It’s way to my own lips. He hadn’t left my mind at all in the last three hours, and I had thought we wouldn’t meet again. Wrong. But this was possibly the last time I would see him, and that made a lump in my throat.
“The judges have requested nine of you, to return to see them.” One of the hosts instructed.
I held my breath, as name where being called out. This moment felt too familiar to me. How many times in my life was I going to be in this situation? Waiting for my name to be called out.
“Zayn Malik.”
The black-haired, mysterious looking boy stepped out.
“Liam Payne.”
Liam stood out with a hopeful look in his big brown eyes that made me think of him like a puppy.
“Harry Styles.”
I waited patiently. Was I going to get lucky this time?
“Niall Horan.”
I let out the breath I had been holding, and went to stand with Zayn, Liam and Harry. They all gave me a weak smile, and I returned one. They seemed like nice guys. I looked back at the group I had left, and my eyes caught Louis’ sad ones. I suddenly felt a big weight drop onto my shoulders. I couldn’t leave him. I just couldn’t.
“Louis Tomlinson.”
Oh. Well looks like I’m not! I smiled and clapped him on the back as he joined me, his smile bigger than china. We waited as the girls’ names got called out, and I kept taking quick, sneaky looks at Louis. He had such angelic features.
“Guys, follow me this way.” The man said. I started biting my nails, and so did Louis, as we followed the man back onto the stage, where the girls, and the judges where waiting for us.
We stood on the stage, the girls on the left, us on the right. Harry’s arm was wrapped around my shoulder, and mine was around Zayn’s. Zayn’s was around Louis’, and Louis’ around Liam. We where all so nervous, but tried to hide it.
Nicole started speaking, thanking us for coming back, and saying how hard this was for us. My heart hammered in my chest, hitting against my lungs. I just wanted to know why we where brought back.
She started speaking about that we where too talented to let go off. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Where was this going?
Then she said the sentance that changed everything.
“We think it would be a great idea, to have two, seperate groups. We’ve decieded to put you both through.”
The girls screamed, and began hugging each other happily. But we just stood still for a second. Shocked. Not knowing what to say. I had been put into a group with these boys. And even better, one of those boys was Louis. Harry was the first one to react, falling to the ground in tears of happiness, and then me and Lou, jumping up and down and hugging each other. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach as we hugged. Zayn and Liam where high-fiving each other, and then we all had a group hug. This was going to work. I was going to be close with these boys I just knew it.
“I knew we’d meet again.” Louis whispered in my ear, as we came off stage.
I smiled at him, and nodded. “And know we’re in a band together!” I squealed.
He chuckled, making my heart heat up at his beautiful laugh. “I really like you Niall.”
My eyes widened. He didn’t… “I like you too Louis.” I blushed.
He grinned, and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. He began swinging our hands back and forth. This moment was perfect. It felt like the whole world was standing still, and it was only me and Louis moving.
Who knew, that this, is how I met, my boyfriend, my soul mate, the love of my life.
Louis Tomlinson.
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