One Direction have me torn...

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The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 1 (intro)

Pulling open the door, I stepped out into the cold air. Tears ran down my cheeks as I fought my way to the park against the wind, which was continiously blowing into my face, making my eyes water even more. It’s not like I chose to cry, sometimes the wind just makes me, especially when I’m this tired. I had hardly any sleep last night, yet I’m up, at 10:00 AM, walking down to the neighbourhood park. Why? Because of a message I’ve just recieved from Harry:
“Charl, I need to talk to you… it’s really important! Meet me at the park in 20? xxx”

Many thoughts drifted into my mind, as I crossed the empty street and walked to the park gates.
He couldn’t want to break up with me, could he? We’ve been going out for 6 months, and have been friends long before that. I admit that I’m not the perfect girlfriend, but surely that counts for something?

I walk over to the swings, gradually bending down to sit. Pain shoots up my back, but I eventually manage it. I knew that falling in practise would come back to haunt me.
Soon enough, I hear footsteps on the tarmac, then Harry plonks himself in the seat beside me.

I look up at him, even more nervous now that the moment has arrived. ‘If you want to break up with me, just make it quick’, I silently think, resigned to my fate. But what he says totally shocks me, so much so that I’m suprised that I even managed to stay on the swing.
I look up at him, ignoring his gorgeous curls swaying in the wind, and staring right into his greeney/brown eyes. “What!?!?” I ask, hoping I’d heard him wrong.
“Me! I’m auditioning for The X Factor! I got a callback to go infront of the judges!!!!” He says, grinning, probably expecting me to join in. But I don’t, I can’t, this could just about be my worst nightmare!

Why? Well… I guess there’s some things I should tell you about me. My real name is Charlotte Wright, but my stage name is Cacy Colt. I know what you’re thinking, why would I need a stage name? I guess you could say that I’m the UK’s version of Hannah Montana, just without the crappy disguise and shit fashion sense. My fans don’t know my real identity, just like my friends don’t know I’m an wellknown superstar. The only people who do know are my mum, dad, nan, manager, and sisters. Yes, it’s been hard keeping it from my friends, especially Harry. When you have to pass on sleepovers, dates or nights in with the most amazing boyfriend, because you have a show… It can be really hard, especially when you can never think of a legitimate excuse. Harry, for some reason, put’s up with it though.

I guess you could compare my music to the likes of Taylor Swift, or Adele. They’re voices are totally different, but they write and sing songs that mean something to them, just like me. Most of the time though, I’m just a normal 17 year old girl.

If you’re sat here thinking, what the hell? That stuff only works in fairytales, or disney programs. I am living proof that you’re wrong. When I’m on stage or in public as Cacy, I wear a dark brown wig and makeup, and spectacular clothes. When I look at myself in the mirror, sometimes its even hard for even me to recognise myself. There’s always proof though. I have a birthmark on the bottom of my foot. It’s in the shape of a perfect circle. It’s so perfect that it even freaks me out sometimes. It’s impossible to get used to, but I’d miss it if it wasn’t there.

My natural hair is blonde, and when I’m my normal self, I refrain from wearing makeup as often as possible. Anything that could possibly give people the idea that I’m related to ‘Cacy C’, I deem as dangerous.

Last night, I was travelling back from Dublin, which is why I’m so tired. Simon had asked me to be a guest judge on The X Factor this year. I know I’m alot younger than the normal judges, but maybe that’s why he chose me. To add a different taste to the panel. I look at Harry sitting across from me, each moment I spend worrying over how the hell I’m supposed to judge him fairly, he becomes even more suspicious. I jump up, plastering on a fake enthusiastic smile, and squeeze him tight. I am happy for him, and even start to believe that everything will work out fine, until he pushes me away, holding onto my shoulders as he asks me…
“So, will you come with me? To the audition? You know, act as my moral support and all that?”

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 2

I stand there speechless. What should I say? Harry will never understand, but he’s understood when I can’t make it to things before. This is different though. This is the biggest moment of his life, he’s asking me to be there for him, and yet I can’t.

“I can’t.” I pluck up the courage to whisper.

“What?” He asks, a little shocked, as if he’d been expecting me to jump at the offer, like any normal girlfriend would.

“I can’t.” I say again, looking down at the floor, but not before I see the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

“Why not?” He asks, looking slightly confused.

“I’m busy.” I say.

“Oh yeah, doing what?” Crap, what do I say now?

“Just… something.” I say lamely.

“Right. Is this something so important that it can’t be missed, to I dunno, come with me to what could be the most life-changing moment of my life?” He asks, running his hands through his hair in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I can’t say.” I say quietly, knowing there’s nothing more I can do or say.

“Right. Well… I thought relationships were about trust, yet you can’t even tell me a simple thing like what you’re doing next week which is so important that you have to let me down again. Do you know what it’s like having a girlfriend you hardly ever get to spend time with, because she’s either away on holiday for 2 months, or busy on weekends. No, you don’t. Because you have me. Little old reliable me, who drops everything just to be with you, yet you can’t even return the favour.” He says, pacing in front of me, while I stand there kneading my hands. “Don’t I have any place in your life at all?” He asks gruffly, and I look up to see tear marks trailing down his cheeks.

“Harry, don’t! It isn’t you.” I start, continuing when he shakes his head. “No really it isn’t. You are the most amazing boyfriend anyone could ever want. You just don’t understand how hectic my life is at the moment. I want nothing more that to join you at your audition. I’m filled with joy that you want me to go with you. But… I’m really busy that day, and I don’t want to disappoint you if I have to leave suddenly. I don’t want you to be left alone. And… you are an AMAZING singer, you don’t need me there. I’ll just make you more nervous. You know what I’m like when I’m worried, my worry is contagious.” I say, letting out a half-hearted giggle, hoping to lighten the mood.

　

It doesn’t work though, Harry just looks up from where he’s stood a few feet away, kicking pebbles.

“Just answer me one thing honestly Charlotte, what are you going to be busy doing?” He asks, looking at me hopeful of getting an answer. Yet again, I have to disappoint. I look him in the eyes, feeling my bottom lip tremble, as the tears start to fall.

“You know what, I’m out of here.” Harry shouts, before storming away, knowing that I’m not going to give him an answer.

　

Once I get home, I tell my mum all my troubles. I walk into her bedroom, where she’s sat on the bed with all her work notes scattered around her. I tell her everything that happened between me and Harry, but she doesn’t know what to say. No one does. No one knows what I’m going through. No one knows what it’s like having the person you love hate you, when there’s one secret I could tell to put a stop to all of this, a secret I can’t risk telling.

　

Mum makes me a hot chocolate, with extra cream, and tucks me into bed. She sits beside me, and we sift through the old photo albums. Looking at pictures back from times when life was so much easier, when there was no secret, when the biggest worry I had was getting out of bed on time, or deciding what to wear to a party. I wish I could go back to that. But without the fame, means not having the feeling I get everytime I’m on a stage, not having the fans who send messages that never fail to make me smile. As much as life sucks at the moment, I know I’d be a fool to wish for a different one. I’m lucky to have this life, I guess Harry doesn’t come with it. In life there’s no package deal. It’s either one or the other.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 3

I wake up on monday morning, delighted at the prospect of the first day of the manchester auditions. Harry will be auditioning tomorrow, I can’t say I’m as excited at that. He hasn’t spoken to me since that dreaded day in the park. He won’t answer his phone, and when I went to his bakery to try and catch him at work, Hilary the assistant told me that he’d run into the back room when he’d seen me coming. The smug look on her face was asking for a slap, but I figured at least she’d told me the truth.

　

Pulling my wig on to cover my mass of blonde natural locks, I grab my jacket before making my way to the chauffeured car at the end of my drive. It’s a good job that it’s early, as if the neighbours were awake they’d be thinking wtf? The car isn’t very conspicious.

After about an hours journey, the car pulls up outside manchester arena. My door opens, and I step out to many flashes. I sign a few autographs for the people of the audience stood waiting to meet the judges, then make my way inside, following my manager Lizzie to the cafeteria. There I find Simon and Louis sat with cups of coffee, chatting away. No matter what it looks like on tv, they’re the best of friends in real life, I think they just get a bit competitive on the live shows.

　

By 10:00 AM we were sat on the judging panel waiting for todays contestants. The majority of the morning past, and although some people could sing, there was no one that stood out to me. At dinner I quickly grab myself a cheese sandwich before everyone else gets the chance to steal them all, and sit with Connie. She usually has her filming crew with her, catching all the backstage action, but today she’s alone.

“You’ve got a treat coming up.” She winks.

“OOOh, do tell?” I ask, giggling.

Smiling, Connie reachs for her ipad, and brings up her email, clicking on a youtube link.

“Just listen to this and tell me what you think.” She says, and I do exactly that. I turn to her grinning like a fool by the end of the song.

“That was the best ‘Look After You’ cover I’ve heard!” I say excitedly.

“Yep, and the guy who sang it is auditioning later. I’ve interviewed him already, and I’ve got to say… he’s a looker.” She says, cheekily adding another wink.

“Really. How old is he?” I ask, not that I want another boyfriend, but if me and Harry are over, I might as well have options.

“He’s 18. I won’t tell you his name, you’ll know who I mean when you see him.” She says, making me even more curious about this guy.

　

I sit back at the judging panel, excited as hell, waiting for the mystery guy to come on. The first few people to come on are pretty rubbish to be honest. I even get to a streak of saying no to 7 people in a row, until a guy dressed in a pale blue shirt, grey cardigan and black tie, walks onto the stage. My jaw drops and I instantly know that this is the guy that Connie meant.

He introduces himself as ‘Louis Tomlinson’, and I know that even if he sucks like hell, I’m putting him through. His Look After You cover was brill, and well… he’s gorgeous.

At first he starts to sing ‘Elvis Isn’t Dead’ by Scouting for girls, and although it isn’t pitch perfect, I still feel like smacking Simon around the head when he puts his hand up asking for him to stop. He looks so nervous bless him, I smile reassuringly as he looks at us like a rabbit in headlights, his hands shaking around the microphone.

“Do you have another song prepared?” Simon asks, and I start breathing again. He obviously thinks he has potential if he’s asking for another song.

“Hey there Delilah? By the Plain White T’s?” Louis T asks nervously. Simon nods. “Number 3!” Louis T shouts in his south yorkshire accent and the music starts up. He stands in the middle, kneading his hands as the instrumental plays.

“Just relax! I’m sure you’ll do amazing!” I shout, hoping to calm his nerves, atleast a little. He nods and smiles at me gratefully, then starts singing on cue.

　

He sings the verses superbly, some of the chorus sounds a bit pitchy, but his nervously cute smile makes up for it. By the end of his performance, all the crowd are cheering and the panel clapping. Obviously I’m clapping the loudest. Simon comes to me first, bit of a mistake, I’m kind of speechless.

“Erm, well… it was mint! I loved it… Yeh. It was awesome!” I grin. “Oh, and you’re gorgeous! Which will make you popular with the female audience!” I say, cringing when I realise that I just called the guy gorgeous to his face. He just grins and thanks me though, as Louis Walsh says his piece, trailing on in his irish accent.

We all vote yes, and I watch as he makes his way off the stage waving, catching a last glimpse of him as he turns a corner. I guess I’ll see him at bootcamp though.

　

Simon turns to me, smirking.

“I guess we know who you want to win already then.” He says, causing my cheeks to blush crimson. I shrug, remembering that everything we say is being recorded. As I sit waiting for the next person to come on, I remember that Harry will be auditioning tomorrow and it puts a damper on a great day. Atleast he’ll have to speak to me though, even if he doesn’t know it’s me.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 4

　

The next morning I awake to the beeping of my alarm. It’s not as early today, as I stayed in a hotel closer to the arena last night. I get dressed, taking extra precautions against the chance of anyone (i.e. Harry) being able to see my birthmark, by exchanging the sandals I’d worn yesterday, for my purple high tops. Co-ordinating my clothes around the shoes by throwing on my purple jacket and my brand new designer jeans.

　

I bump into Simon in the lift, quickly tugging stray curls of blonde under the wig before he has the chance to notice anything.

“Good nights sleep?” Simon asks, and I check in the mirror for any black marks under my eyes I’d missed.

“Not really.” I groaned. In truth, I hadn’t had any sleep at all. Except from having a nightmare from which I awoke screaming Harry’s name as he ran away from me holding Cacy’s hand. It was very weird. Perhaps the weirdest part was the fact that I was so distraught over the scene, when really Harry was running away from me, with me. That sounded crazy to think.

　

Sitting in the lounge, I decide to text Harry one last time before seeing him.

‘Good luck Harry. I know the judges will love you, just like I do. You may think of me as a letdown, but believe me, I’ll be closer to you than you think. I’ll be with you through the audition, cos my heart will always be with you. Good luck always. love charlotte <3xxxxxxxxxx’

I get a reply. To be honest I wasn’t expecting one. I open it, but all it says is ‘thankyou.’ No kisses, no smiles, no emotion. I mean, I get that he’s probably nervous and all that, but still. I shouldn’t of got my hopes up.

　

Harry is one of the first to appear on the stage. Unfortunately it’s when I’m just taking a sip of my water. I curse to myself when I almost spit it all out in shock. Oh God, Oh God, I can’t do this. I try to sit as still as possible, while I panic away, each second that goes by he makes his way closer to the centre of the stage. Breathe Breathe, I mentally preach to myself as he stands on the ‘X’, lifting the microphone to his mouth as he stares straight into my eyes. I go jelloid, perhaps the worst case scenario that could happen.

　

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 5

　

Simon nudges me, and I look at him, he nods towards the paper infront of me and I follow his gaze. Shit, it’s my turn to ask the questions.
I clear my throat, and try my best to alter my voice. “Erm, hello there! What’s your name?” I say, sounding like tinkerbell.
“Hi. My names Harry Styles” He replies, and I wince at how nervous he looks and sounds. I just want to go up there and hug him. But I can’t . Or maybe I can… I nudge Simon twice. We have a code. If there’s a guy I thinks hot is on the stage, and I want to get to know them better, I nudge Simon twice, and he teases them about me. Asking if they want a hug off the famous Cacy Colt.

　

Simon looks at me questioningly, and I nod. I probably shouldn’t, but Harry looked so cute and nervous, I needed to give him a hug.
“So Harry… Are you a fan of Cacy?” Simon asks, and Harry blushes scarlet.
“Um yeh.” He admits. I already know this. He’s being trying to get me to go to my own concert for over a year.
“Why don’t you come down and give her a hug. You don’t mind Cacy, do you?” Simon asks me, winking.
“No, of course I don’t! Why not?” I ask, even though I can come up with a dozen reasons why not. He might recognise my height, my bone structure, the strength in my hug, etc. But I shove those things out of my mind, as he reaches the podium and I stand up to move around the side.

　

We walk towards each other nervously and awkwardly. As I reach him, I hold out my arms, and let him enclose me in his arms, creating wolf-whistles from the crowd. I’ve missed this. The strength of his arms as he holds me against him, the tickle of his curls as my head slots beneath his jaw. I miss him. After about 20 seconds, the crowd dies down and I realise I have to release him, or people will start asking questions. Reluctantly, I pull away smiling. But not before I whisper in his ear, “Relax, you’ll be great!” He grins gratefully as I smile at him, before making my way back to my seat. He makes his way back onto the stage in a dash, leaping up the stairs. He’s not even out of breath as he stands in front of us once more. I’ve never understood that. How come guys can sprint without even breaking a sweat, whereas us girls would be dead on the floor by now .

　

“You enjoy that Harry?” Simon asks, laughing to himself as me and Harry both go bright red!
“Erm… Yeh.” Harry says, then carries on speaking to cover what I’m guessing is his embarassment. “Cacy you have the same perfume on as my… erm… girlfriend, Charlotte wears.” Shit. I forgot about perfume. I panic, so much so that it takes me a few seconds to take in the fact that he still thinks of me as his girlfriend.
“Well, she obviously has excellent taste. She’s a keeper.” I say, grinning to myself. Harry’s still my boyfriend.
“Ok. So how old are you Harry?” Louis asks, when it seems asthough I’m not speaking anytime soon. Oops, I’d forgot my job description for a minute there.
“I’m 16.” Harry says cheekily, getting a few whoops from the crowd.
“And what are you going to sing?” asks Louis, totally taking over my interview. Ah well, I’m too happy to care.
“Isn’t she lovely- by Stevie Wonder?” Harry says, and I smile. He totally rocks this song! He’s SO getting through!
“Ok. Fire away!” Simon calls.

　

He sings the song, looking out at the crowd, while moving around the stage. His voice rings through every part of the arena, the texture of his voice shining through, as the girls scream. He seems to be staring anywhere but at me, and I’m glad… because I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. He first sang this to me on our 1 month anniversary, and every 26th day of the month since, that’s been sung to me.
He sings the last note, and the arena errupts. Ofcourse I’m on my feet clapping away like a seal, but Simon stands up clapping too. Looks like I’m not the only one who loves his voice. Nicole (who’s filling in for Danni, while she’ s on maternity leave) also stands up as she claps. Louis is still sat down though, even though he’s clapping, this pisses me off.

　

Nicole starts with her opinion.
“I’m really glad that we had the opportunity to hear you accapella cos we could really hear how great your voice is. For sixteen years old, you have a beautiful voice.” I clap extra hard at this, while sitting down. Awww, yes he most certainly does!
Louis takes over with his opinion. “I agree with Nicole…” He says, and I give an excited yelp, but then Louis just has to go and spoil it. “However, I think you’re so young. I don’t think you have enough confidence or experience yet.”
I look over at Louis. Before I know it, I’ve jumped to my feet as I glare down at him. Luckily Simon speaks before I get the chance to throttle Louis.
“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and i totally agree with them.” He nudges me, as I still stand there fuming, and I sit back in my seat reluctantly. “Because this show is designed to find someone, whether your fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, it doesn’t matter. I think with a bit of vocal coaching, you could actually be very good.” I relax knowing that Simon likes him, and breathe again. It’s my turn to speak now.

　

“I thought you were amazing! From the second you walked onto the stage, shaking with nerves, I knew you would be. Only amazing acts feel nervous. Tone deaf acts tend to think they’re jesus. I really like you Harry. Charlotte’s a very lucky girl.” I say, realising that what I say means I’m jealous of myself. Hehe, that’s weird to think.
“Thankyou!” Harry says, grinning. He looks as though he’s going to cry.
“Right. Time to vote. Louis?” Simon says, acting like the boss.
“Harry. For all the right reasons, I am going to say no.” I jump up once again, this time it takes all my willpower to not go storming over to him.
“You’ve got to be kidding right? You put flipping Jedward through, and you say no? OMG! Forget specsavers, you need you’re ears testing! He doesn’t have enough experience? He’s in a boyband, he’s performed before. Gees” I say, feeling my blood boil. Simon grabs my hand, probably scared at how angry I look, I’m not suprised. The whole room is silent, until someone in the crowd shouts.
“Hang on a minute! How come she knows he’s in a band!?”
Shit.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 6

　

I freeze in panic. The whole room seems to freeze. Then all heads turn to face me. So I do what any normal person would do in this situation… I fake faint.

　

As I ‘collapse’ I feel Simon’s hands under my shoulders, catching me. He sits me on my chair, and through a tiny gap in my eyes, I see him signal to a paramedic. People are still shouting the same question in the audience though. Simon’s hand leaves my shoulder, and I hear his voice booming out.

“Silence! Cacy knew that, because on my sheet I have a little bio information about contestants. age, name, hometown. Just incase I forget when they’ve already said it. Every contestant fills one in. Harry had written that he was in a band.” Simon finishes his lie. Bless him, covering for me. Now I just need Harry to approve the lie, and everything’s fine…

　

+HARRY’s POV+

　

I see Cacy fall, and instantly jolt forward, as if I’m close enough to catch her. I’m nowhere near ofcourse, but Simon reacts quickly too. With Cacy back on the chair, he turns to the crowd.

“Silence! Cacy knew that, because on my sheet I have a little bio information about contestants. Age, name, hometown. Just incase I forget when they’ve already said it. Every contestant fills one in. Harry had written that he was in a band.” Hmmmm… I guess I could of written that. I don’t really remember, but there was alot of paperwork.

“Isn’t that right Harry?” Simon asks. I shrug.

“I guess so. We did have to write what our hobbies are, and what experience we have. so… I most likely would of mentioned White Eskimo. That’s the band I was in.” I say.

“Ok. That settles it. Harry, my vote is yes! And I guess we can all tell that Cacy’s vote is Yes also. So after all this palava, it didn’t even matter what Louis voted. I look forward to seeing you at Bootcamp. We’re just going to take a short break everybody. To make sure Cacy’s ok.” Simon says, and I see Cacy start to stand as the paramedics take the smelling salts away from under her nose.

　

+CHARLOTTE/CACY’s POV+

　

That had to be the most foul thing I’d ever smelt. I could still feel the tingles of my nose buds as they tried to get over being assaulted with such a gross smell.

I’m guided down the stairs, and then backstage, where the paramedics keep scurrying around, checking I’m ok.

“I’m fine.” I sigh. “The smelling salts did the job.”

Reluctantly, they leave. Simon gives me a look, as if to say ‘we need to talk’, so I follow him into his dressing room.

“So…” He drifts off.

“So…” I repeat.

“We both know that the information wasn’t written on my sheet. Care to explain to me how you knew that stuff?” He asks. Crap, now I just needed to think of a logical excuse. Problem is, my brain doesn’t think logically even at the best of times, no matter when it’s just had a shocking smell thrown at it.

“I guessed?” I whisper, nah. That wouldn’t work.

“Do you know him?” Simon asks. “Because it didn’t seem as though he knew you.”

“No! No, I don’t know him!” I shriek, perhaps a little too fast. Simon looks at me curiously.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re lying. But you wouldn’t lie to me. Would you Cacy?” Simon says, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I wouldn’t. The truth is…” Then an idea formed in my head. “We’re friends of friends. One of my friends… erm… Helen. She went to Harry’s school, and she told me he was auditioning, and that he was really good, because she’d heard him sing with his band. When he came on, I remembered his name, so I knew that he’d been in a band.” I tell my story, and suprisingly, Simon sort of believes me.

“Ok… but I still don’t understand why you got so worked up at Louis.” He asks, just a little aprehensive.

Finally, a question I can answer with a little truth.

“Well… isn’t it obvious? He’s gorgeous. It would be an absolute crime for him not to get through.”

He nods, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, yes. Whatever. We better get back out there then.” We walk back, Simon mumbling to himself. “too gorgeous. ha. Girls these days.”

I giggle and give him a wink. He smiles back, but it doesn’t have it’s usual warmth. He knows I’m hiding something.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 7

　

I collapse onto the sofa in my dressing room. It’s 5 PM and it’s the last break of the day. Reaching into my bag for my ipod I feel a rapid vibrating. I find the source and it’s my phone. I swallow nervously and take a look at the screen. ‘2 messages and 2 missed calls off Harry<3’.

Oh my jesus. He’s gonna be so pissed. Not only couldn’t I join him today, I didn’t even bother to check my phone.

　

My hands shaking, I open up the first message.

“Hi. I’m sorry for ignoring you, and for what I said. During my whole audition, all I could think about was you. It’s like you were there, just like you’d said you would be. Even if you weren’t there in person. I wish you could of been there. I’d of loved to show you off to the world :) <3xxxxxx”

I smiled. He was such a sweetie. The next message wasn’t as pleasant though.

“Seriously? I don’t know why I bother calling if you don’t answer. :/’

Just as I start texting back, struggling to think what to write. He rings again.

　

“Hello?” I answer timidly.

“She lives.” He says, sounding rather annoyed.

“I’m so sorry. I had my phone on silent. You know what I’m like. I should of checked it sooner, but I didn’t think to. I’m so sorry.” I grovel.

“Chillax. You’re forgiven. But if you ignore my calls again after bootcamp, then I WILL be seriously pissed.”

“Ok.” I sigh in relief. Then I make a connection as to why he’s staying silent at the other end of the phone. This is the first time he’s actually told me he’s gotten through. “OMG. Wait a minute. Bootcamp, you got through!” I say, faking my suprise. I dont need to fake my happiness though. “YEYEYEYEYEYEY! I told you they’d love you!”

“Not all of them, Louis said no.” Harry says, rather sadly.

“Well, he needs his ears testing then.” I say, matter-of-factly.

“Haha, that’s what Cacy said. I have a feeling you two would get on. You should of seen the way she was sticking up for me. I thought she was going to strangle him!” I wasn’t far off, I think, smiling to myself as I remember how much I over-reacted.

“Haha. I don’t have reason to be jealous I hope?” I say, giggling to myself and going along with the facade. It seemed like what I’d say if I didn’t know that Cacy was actually me.

“Corse not. She’s nice, but nothing on you Charl.” He says, totally making me well up.

“Nicely played Styles, nicely played. So… when you getting home?” I ask, planning on going to see him as soon as I get back.

“I’m staying the night in a hotel. Gonna go shopping tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, ok. What hotel?” I ask, nonchalantly so he doesn’t get suspicious.

“The one directly opposite the arena. Can’t remember the name. I’m in my room now.”

“Ok. Well I’ll see you soon.” I say.

“Ok. Love you loads.” He says, childishly blowing kisses down the phone.

“Love you more.” I say and hang up quickly before he has time to argue. Little does he know he’ll be seeing me sooner than expected.

　

Just as I’m about to put my phone away I get another text.

‘Err, think you’ll find i love you more. #EndOf <3xxxxxxxxxx’ From Harry<3

I quickly text back. “Gotta face upto the facts Hazza. I love you more… <3xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx’ I send it and quickly shove my phone into my bag, just in time for the door to open and an assistant to walk in.

“Time to get back on stage.” He states, then ducks back out.

　

　

+*3 HOURS LATER*+

+Harry’s POV+

　

The theme tune for friends comes on, and I sing along. It’s the 4th episode I’ve watched today, and I now know the song by heart.

“I’ll be there for you, cos you’re there for me tooooooo” The song finishes and the programmes starts, just as the doorbell rings. I glance at the door. Then choose to ignore it. It couldn’t be anyone important, mum and my sister Kristina left to go home hours ago, and room service had already delivered. Turning back to my tv. I laugh at something Joey says.

“HARRY EDWARD STYLES!” Someone shouts from behind the door. Ok. I guess someone really does want me.

　

+Charlotte’s POV+

　

Pounding on the door, I scream his name.

“HARRY EDWARD STYLES!” I take a deep breath, I dont hear any movement. “YOU BETTER OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!” I finish. There’s a moment of silence, and then I hear a frantic scrambling towards the door.

The door bursts open and I stand there, looking annoyed with my hand on my hip.

“‘Bout bloody time.” I groan, before jumping at him.

“Charl, what you doing here?” He asks, pulling me into his arms.

“I was in the area. Thought I’d suprise you.” I grin, shaking my blonde hair out my face and giving him a kiss. He was more than willing to kiss me back.

We lay on the bed, him still topless, me cuddling into him. The tv was forgotten as he told me all about his day, and I listened in earnest. The way his eyes lit up when he was talking about how it had felt being in front of such a large audience and them loving him, made me remember why I’d first fallen in love with him.

　

Harry’s not afraid to show emotion. He’s not just another dumb, testerone filled guy who cares about his pride more than his happiness. Harry’s not afraid of feeling, and he’s not afraid of showing people how he feels.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 8

　

+Next Morning+

　

Luckily yesterday was the last of the Manchester auditions, so I’m free for a few days until I have to go up to Glasgow for the last of the auditions.

I push Harry’s arm off me and try to find my bra in the pig sty of a room. My push nearly throws Harry off the bed, but he doesn’t even notice. He sleeps like a log. I find my over-night bag and find some new pants… i think Harry ripped my old ones? (Lol!)

　

I sit on pingchat, talking to my school friends, who are desperate to know how Harry went on. One of my friends Laura is extremely adamant that I tell her.

Laura: ‘Charlotte. I don’t give a fuck about x factor rules not letting him tell every1 what happened. You tell me, and you tell me now!!’ There’s no point arguing with Laura. Giving in, I message her back.

Charlotte: ‘Fine, he got through. Yah happy now?’ I click send and almost instantly I get a reply, that girl types like lightning!

Laura: ‘Yuh kidding? I’m ecstatic! Hey… you better make sure he invites me to the live shows, especially when JLS or The Wanted are performing. NOM! He made any fit friends y’ano?’ I burst out laughing, typical Laura. ‘Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys.’

Charlotte: ‘hun, he has to get 2 the live finals first. I’ll question him about who he’s met later ;)xxx’

Laura: ‘Thanks babe. What wud I do without you! <3 :’) xxx’

　

Harry moans in his sleep, checking my phone I see that it’s almost 11 am. I pick up a pillow and throw it at him.

“Harry, get your sexy ass out of bed. I wanna do me some shopping!”

　

An hour later and we finally make it out of the hotel room. My sense of direction is appalling, so I just let Harry lead me in the direction of the shops. Turns out Harry’s no good at navigating either, so… one taxi ride later, we arrive outside jack wills. Typical Harry wanting to go there first.

Jack Wills has always been a problem for me. Going into the shop is no problem at all, but coming out of the shop without buying something is hard work, and the prices aren’t exactly considerate. It’s a good thing I’m secretly rich ;)

　

I wait outside the changing rooms, for Harry to try on his 4523857 items of clothing. I see a head of hair that looks incredibly familiar. Just then the person turns around, and I realise why.

“Louis!” I shriek, waving over at him. Looking confused and a little stunned, he makes his way over to me.

“Hey.” I say, when he reaches touching distance.

“Erm… hi. Do I know you?” He asks, looking incredibly awkward. OMG. OMG. OMFG. I totally forgot. I’m not Cacy, I’m Charlotte. Louis Tomlinson only knows Cacy, well… he doesn’t even know her, he’s just seen her before, at his audition. Why did I even call him over? Why can’t the ground swallow me up right now? Fuck, what do i say? I could say that I was in the audience, but then if the subject is brought up and Harry hears, my life might as well be over. All the way through my mental breakdown, he stands there, occasionally shaking his hair out of his eyes, gradually looking more uncomfortable.

Trying to play it cool, I put my hand on my hip, “You don’t remember me?” I ask, giggling nervously.

“Erm… no.”

“The party? A few months back? I can’t remember who’s it was, been to so many since. Haha” I say, my eyes staring into his, willing him to believe my story. “My friends introduced me? Ha. You probably don’t even remember, I don’t know how I do. We were totally wasted!” I laugh. Apparently he did go to a party a few months back because his stiff stance dissolves, and he leans against the wall casually.

　

“Oh right. Yeah, I don’t even remember what I had for tea yesterday so… haha. What’s your name again?” He asks.

“My names Charlotte. So… what brings you up to Manchester?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation going. The more I convince him, the more likely hood of him forgetting about our whole meeting.

“I’ve just come shopping with Becky. Was she at the party? She’s the girl with the blondy/browney hair, over by the hoodies, big blue eyes.” He asks.

“I don’t think so, I don’t remember her.” I say, sounding a little disappointed, it’s all an act ofcourse. I guess it’s a good job I’m great at lying.

　

Because that’s all my life is. One endless game of lying.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 9

　

A few seconds later Harry appeared out of the changing rooms, both arms full.

“You getting anything?” I asked.

“Yeh, the pile in my left arm.” He said, it was hard to distinguish where the right arm pile ended, and the left one began. It was all just one big mess.

“Harry, this is Louis. I met him at a party a few months back.” Harry smiled, and said hi, I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, trying to remember any parties we’d gone to recently.

“Don’t worry, you weren’t there.” I say, taking the pile of clothes from his right so he was free to go to the till and buy the rest.

“Don’t suppose you want to join us for a McDonalds or something Louis, we were just going to look for a place to eat?” Harry says, and although it’d be dangerous for me to spend even more time with Louis, I can’t help but grin at how these to have become instantaneous friends.

“Ok. HEY BECKY!” He shouts to the girl at the other end of the shop, signaling her over when she looks up, startled.

“Becky this is Charlotte and Harry, I’ve met Charlotte at a party before. They’ve just invited us to dinner, fancy it?” He asks.

“Yeh corse. It’s nice to meet you.” says Becky, smiling timidly.

　

As we join Harry at the till, waiting for him to pay, it’s obvious that Becky and Louis are total opposites, but like they say, ‘opposites attract’. Louis is like a hyperactive puppy, always looking for attention, whereas Becky is the one always willing to give attention, as long as everyone’s attention isn’t on her. Louis makes a childish joke, and Becky laughs. It’s obvious they both adore each other.

When Harry has spent his £500 and is eventually given his pile of about 10 bags, I drag him out of the shop.

“Can we pleaaaaase have food now?” I groan, looking around for any sign that shows food. I see none.

“Louis, please tell me you know where there’s a MaccyD’s?” I beg.

“I think there’s one just around the corner.” He says, and thankfully there is.

Sitting down, I order my usual Cheeseburger happy meal and coke. Harry looks at me in amusement, as he always does when I order this.

“What? A happy meal is the perfect size for me. It fills me up. Plus… I’m sorry but have you seen this weeks toy? It’s DOBBY!” I shriek, pulling him out of the plastic. Everyone at the table laughs. “you’re just jealous you havent got one.” I say, sticking my tongue out at them.

　

We sit there chatting away, while stuffing our faces, and soon enough the subject lands on The X Factor. It was me that brought it up, asking Louis if he knew anyone that had entered, knowing perfectly well that he had.

He paused for a minute, debating whether or not he was supposed to tell us, seeing as he hardly knew us.

“Erm… yeh. My audition was a few days back. I got through.” He says, grinning.

“Oh my God that’s awesome! Harry auditioned too, yesterday, and he got through!” Louis grins, and Harry looks ecstatic.

“Awesome. We could be like, bootcamp buddies.” Louis suggests, and we all burst out laughing again.

　

When we’ve all finished eating Louis looks at his watch.

“Ah sorry, we’ve got to go. Train leaves soon. But hey, here’s my number.” He says, writing it down on a napkin. “Text me when you arrive in London for bootcamp and we’ll meet up.” He says while handing the napkin to Harry.

“Ok. Great meeting you.” Harry waves, as Louis and Becky walk to the door.

“Bye!” I shout, and get a ‘bye’ back, just before the door hits shut.

“Well he was cool.” Harry states, and I grin to myself. Yes, I, Charlotte Wright, have just single handedly started what could be perhaps the hottest bromance ever. Yey me!

　

　

+ONE MONTH LATER+

　

A month has past and it’s now the 21st July, and the 1st day of bootcamp. To say I’m nervous would be the understatement of the century. Why? Because, this time I’m in London as two people.

The me that’s Charlotte is staying in a hotel near the arena, ‘sightseeing’ during the day, and seeing Harry at night, and the secret me, ‘Cacy’ is in the arena during the day, doing bootcamp, and staying in a hotel with the other judges and contestants at night. I know what you’re thinking, 200+ people in one hotel. It’s more of a complex than a hotel, with like different buildings and such. There’s over 200 rooms, so the contestants split into pairs are easily going to fit in the hotel.

　

Harry’s been panicking all week, and I don’t blame him. There is some stiff competition. The last week of the auditions in Glasgow saw so much talent, just like the weeks before it.

　

The doors open and we judges step forward. Single file, we make our way down to our seats, as the stage full of hopefuls erupts into applause.

The morning goes by pretty quickly, I don’t even catch a glimpse of Harry, he must of been stood near the back. Simon explained what’s going to happen today, gave each catergory their song, then left it to the assistants to give each contestant their part of the song to sing. They each get an hour to practise, and now, as I make my way back to the stage from dinner, it’s the girls turn to sing first.

　

As each girl sings her part, moving on to the next, I try to keep my face a mask. I’m not supposed to give anything away, which is going to be hard when it gets to the boys. I study the girls, trying to remember them, sometimes giving in, looking at my sheet to find their names.

Two girls in particular stand out to me. A short, but pretty girl with dark hair named Abbie Birch, and another with straight brown hair called Rebecca McGowan, I remember her Irish accent from her audition. Legend. They both had wonderful voices.

　

The song finishes, the girls leave, and in walk the boys. They all stand in a line, it’s easy to find Harry. The tall guy with the massive ball hair. Stood beside him is Louis, and then there’s about 24 guys either side of them. The guy on the far left starts singing, and as the wave of singing gradually makes it’s way towards Harry, my nerves start to peak. Some of these guys really are amazing singers!

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 10

　

Still, Harry does his line justice, and it takes all of my self restraint not to ‘woop!’ or cheer. Louis then sings his bit, and pulls it off really well. It was alot better than his audition, he had obviously calmed his nerves.

The line of guys finish singing, and then they are led off backstage. I’ve already been told I’m not allowed to clap, but I feel horrible, as the amazing singers trundle off stage, without any applause. It must be horrible, not knowing how well you did.

　

I watch the groups and over-28’s sing in a haze, not really paying attention to them, apart from the really good ones. I’m too busy worrying about Harry, how he’s feeling, how nervous he is.

We judges then deliberate….

Obviously, I stick by Harry, Louis and there’s this guy called Liam Payne, who auditioned in 2008 and has come back again. They’re the people I insisted on getting through for the guys category. For the girls there was Rebecca McGowan and Abbie Birch, along with a few others that had caught my interest, the over 28’s had an amazing singer called Matt Cardle, and I wasn’t really very fussed about the groups, Princes and Rogues were probably my favourite though. I then sat quietly, every now and then voicing my opinion, as Louis, Simon and Nicole figured out who else would get through.

　

Telling the contestants the results was a happy and sad moment of my life. Seeing the grins on the faces of the people who got through was magic. Expecially when I saw Harry, his dimples showing as he grinned, but the sad and crying faces of the hopefuls who’s journey ended here was horrible. I was thankful when the day was over, it had been so stressful, and I was glad for the chance to go lie down on my bed… until I remembered that I was meeting up with Harry. ‘Let even more stress commence!’ I thought as I got changed in my hotel room into some smart jeans and sorted my hair out that was a mess from being in a wig all day.

　

Walking into Reception was a hassle, I had to get out the entrance with no one seeing me, then come in acting normal. I saw Harry and Louis sat on sofa’s near the computers, and pretty much dived out of the entrance. Coming back in was easy enough. I hurried over to Harry, jumped on his lap and turned him to face me.

“Pleeeease tell me you got through?” I begged.

“I did!” He grinned, and I wooped, giving him a kiss in celebration.

“Louis got through too!” Harry said, when he got his breath back.

“Oh, Louis. Congrats! That’s so awesome.” I squealed.

“Yeh, now there’s only one more round to get through before judges houses.” He grinned, “if only we knew what we had to do. I’m dying to practise something. It’s horrible, being in the dark.”

“Ah, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Your audition was amazing!” I say, hoping to boost his confidence.

“Oh, thanks. Heyy… how do you know how well my audition went?” Louis asked and I froze. Once again, I’d let my mouth get the better of me.

“Erm… it was on youtube. I searched you, when I found out that you’d auditioned.” I lied, it sounded like a pretty convincing excuse… until he turned to the computer and pulled up youtube.

“Oh cool, I wanna check me out.”

‘PLEASEEEEEEE, somebody PLEASE of recorded it,’ I begged, as he typed in his name and clicked search…

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 11

Somebody out there…. I LOVE YOU! Somebody, had uploaded a video of Louis’ audition. It was blurry in places, but who cares, you could hear his voice.

“Oh God, I sound crap!” Louis groaned, before turning the PC onto standby, totally dropping the subject, thank God!! One of these days I’m just going to totally mess up, and will have no excuse to fall back on!

“Well… you better go get some sleep then Harry. Good Luck tomorrow, I know you’ll be amazing! You too Louis.” I gave Louis a quick hug, Harry a sweet kiss, then left reception. Waiting outside, I found a window to look through that showed what Louis and Harry were doing. I’d have to wait until they left reception before attempting to make it up to my room.

　

About half an hour later, I looked up to find they’d eventually left. I thought I was going to have to buy a sleeping bag and sleep in a doorway like a homeless person. I made it all the way up to my corridor without being seen, it was pretty late. All of the contestants were probably in bed. Then, I bumped into Simon.

He had been walking out of his room backwards, and I was too busy looking up at the door numbers to notice.

Luckily, Simon had finished his frappucino, so nothing spilt.

“Oh, sorry!” I gasped, trying to get my heart rate back to normal.

“It’s ok, no harm done.” He said, and I started to walk off.

“Hey! Do I know you?” He called, and I stopped, slowly turning around. Could this night of gone any worse?

“Erm no… I’m a friend of one the contestants, they left their phone with me by accident, so I’m bringing it up to them. Harry Styles? He text his phone off a friends phone, telling me to bring it up.” I explained. Then, figuring my ‘innocent girl’ act wasn’t convincing enough, I decided to pretend as if I’d only just noticed who he was.

“OMG! You’re Simon Cowell. Gees, I’m a huge fan!!” I shrieked, taking a few steps towards him, grinning. He soon disappeared after that :L

　

The next morning I woke up at around 7 AM, got showered, dressed, sorted my wig out, and was ready for around 8 am. Just in time for breakfast. I was making my way down to the hall, when I saw Louis and Harry making their way out of their room.

“Hey, Louis! Harry.” I called, walking past them. Looking over my shoulders, I saw that they were staring after me in shock. It still astounds me, the powers you have when being a celebrity. I winked, before turning the corner. I could just hear “Jesus, was that who I thought that was?” “Yep, she remembered our names!” Then the elevator doors closed.

　

At breakfast, I thought I’d embarass Harry and Louis even more. So when they got their cereal, and made their way to a spare table, I waved them over to mine instead.

“Sorry, you don’t mind sitting with me do you? It’s just, I get awful lonely eating on my own, the other judges don’t get down until like 9. (Bit of an exaggeration. They’d be down any minute)” I pout, it’s so fun watching them squirm.

“Mind? Are you kidding, we’d….” Louis started fangirling, talking fast as lightening, until Harry elbowed him.

“Well, we promised we’d sit with the lads, but I’m sure they can manage eating cereal without us.” Harry said, trying to act cool. I caught him giving a look to Louis as if to say ‘What the hell man? Ever heard of playing it cool?’ LOL, this was going to be fun.

　

We managed to get through the whole of our cereal, without any awkwardness, or embarassing moments. That is, until we got up to leave, and Louis fell totally off his chair. I hurried around the table.

“Are you OK?” I gasped. He looked up at me, and we all burst out laughing.

“How did that even happen?” I gasped between giggles, pulling him up off the floor.

“I dunno, but atleast I’ve got my knight in shining armour, hey Cacy?” He winked, as I pulled him up. I looked at Harry to see he was looking at us funny. I quickly let go of Louis hand, forgetting that I had no reason to. Harry wasn’t jealous of his girlfriend holding another guys hand, he was jealous of his friend getting more attention from a celebrity than he was.

　

Louis and Harry walked me over to the arena, then left me to go to the waiting area, while I went to my dressing room.

‘Have fun today, I hope you pull it off :’) <3xxxxxxx’ I text Harry, hoping to cheer him up, he’d seemed a bit down while on the walk over.

‘Thanks, I hope so too! Met Cacy Colt at breakfast this morning, she invited us to sit with her. Louis fangirled ofcourse ;) I wont be able 2 text back anymore, im switching my phone off. Love you! <3 xxxxx’

‘Ok. Love you too, good luck! <3xxxxxxx’ I text back, before going on my Cacy twitter.

　

‘Just had breakfast with 2 lovely guys. When series broadcasts & u get 2 see them, girls, u’re gonna be crazy in love ;D *shakes booty like beyonce* <3’ I tweet not mentioning their names, as that would ruin the suspense when the auditions broadcast. I instantly get loads of replies, most of them asking, ‘Are they hot?’

I tweet again, before deciding which lucky person I’ll tweet back. ‘Another day of bootcamp. May the best ones win!! :D <3’

‘@megan_magill: Ooooo, wat do they look like? I wanna know if they’re my type ;D’ < I decide to reply to Megan, as this would probably answer most people’s questions.

‘@megan_magill one has really curly hair, is tall, but he’s got a gf :/, the other has brown hair, he’s tall & is really funny. Not sure whether he’s single! They’ve both amazing voices :) xx’ I put the bit about not knowing whether he’s single, because strictly speaking, I shouldn’t know he has a girlfriend, because he never mentioned that in his audition.

　

I get a knock on my door 15 minutes later telling me that Simon’s arrived and we’re going to start todays bootcamp. I finish my RTing of random people’s tweets, and follow the assistant to the stage, it’s so easy to get lost in arena’s!! I’ve done it before, quite a few times!!

I sit in my comfy chair, besides Simon, as the acts start to make their way onto the stage.

“Ok, contestants!” Simon shouts, and what little noise there was, dies down. “To start with today, we’re going to do some performance coaching. The choreographer, Brian Friedman, is going to give you a routine, then you add a little freestyle, then you perform it to us. Make the most of your practise. You’re only going to get 1 chance to perform.” Simon dictates, and I see many faces in the crowd drop. I don’t blame them, dancing is probably the worst part of being a performer, I have two left feet. Luckily, my choreographer keeps the routines simple.

　

“Cacy, i’m going shopping while they practise the routines. Fancy coming?” Nicole asks, I nod and follow her out of the room and towards her chauffeur. Nicole really is a sweetheart, and she could shop for Britain.

　

1 1/2 hours, and a load of shopping later, we finally make it back to our rooms, our arms full of bags, and aura’s smelling of tester perfumes. We’d gotten a text from Simon while in Jack Wills. I quickly bought Harry the jacket he’d been eyeing up the other day, but couldn’t afford. Then we raced back to the arena. Nicole’s driver can really be a maniac at times. She says that’s how he gets her places on time though.

　

We make it into the main hall, where Simon and Louis are already waiting for 11 AM.

“Ok. You ready?” Simon asks, and I check my wigs straight, that I have no panda eyes, then put my thumbs up. We make our way in, and I see the acts practise, pause to a stop. Everyone gets into three perfect lines, before we even manage to get to our seats. I feel like the commander of a great army.

We sit down and I grin at everybody, hoping to make this less awkward, and for them to calm down. I can see loads of people panicking, and trust me. Panic doesn’t help while dancing.

　

The girls were set up first, they were dancing to Lady Gaga. Although some people struggled and stumbled, overall, it wasn’t a disaster. Unlike the over- 28’s. Only a few were any good. The groups who could already dance, like FYD, obviously nailed the routine and rocked their freestyle, while just normal singing groups struggled, because of their nerves after watching FYD. Then it came to the boys…

　

Louis was in the first group of dancers. He did the routine ok, then it came to freestyle. I couldn’t keep my laughs in, as he did the running man and sprinkler while Michael Jackson sung. What a legend. He even did the 80’s move, where you wipe your fingers past your eyes, shaking your hips. Simon glanced at me in disapproval, but I couldn’t stop. I bit my teeth into my bottom lip. Disappearing under the table, to hide my hysterics when he burst into YMCA, I even heard Simon let out a laugh. I sttled back into my chair, when the routine part came back on again. Louis was grinning, obviously pleased with himself, for making me laugh so much.

　

Harry, and Liam were in the next group. But they’d only just started dancing when Simon held his hand up.

“Erm, sorry. Are we missing someone?” He called, and the assistants scrambled about. I helped Simon look down his list to see who wasn’t here. It was Zayn Malik.

“Hmmm… was that the guy who sang Mario?” I wondered out loud.

“Excuse me Sir? Mr Malik’s backstage, refusing to dance.” The nervous looking assistant, called to Simon, from below our platform. What did he think Simon was going to do? Shoot the messenger?

“I’ll go speak to him.” Simon said, getting up out of his chair in a huff, and marching onto the stage, past the contestants and through the backstage doors, a few camera crew running after him.

　

Unfortunately, we couldn’t hear what Simon was saying, but I’m going to take a wild guess and say that it wasn’t all pretty little fairies and rainbows in there. About 5 minutes later Simon reappeared, followed by the guy called Zayn. Zayn was tanned, with dark hair. He was looking rather pale now, but made his way to the empty spot and got in the starting postition. I tried to concentrate on all the dancers, but couldn’t really keep my eyes off Harry. On the freestyles he just jiggled around a bit, I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t the best of dancers, bless him, but he sure looked sexy trying. Liam wasn’t bad at all, he’d definitely danced before.

　

All the contestants performed, then everyone did one big round of applause. It was no time to get to the singing. Everyone was given the same list of songs that they could choose from to sing, then were given 40 minutes to practise and have dinner. Then it was time to perform.

　

*4 hours later*

　

Everyone had sang and now it was time for us judges to deliberate. The contestants left to go to the hotel, and we sat around our table. We picked a few straight off as going through, and a few who definitely weren’t. We ended up with the over- 28’s sorted within an hour, the girls all sorted, although I wasn’t pleased with Abbie not getting through, the groups didn’t have enough amazing acts to get through, and guys… well, it was impossible to figure out. In the end, the maybe category for the guys had about 20 people (Louis, Liam and Harry includes :S) in it, and the groups only had 6 acts we actually wanted through (we needed 8). We left for a break and me and Nicole decided to go to the cafeteria and see what we could find. There were some sandwiches, pizza and chocolate cake, which were heaven after such a stressful day!

　

Nicole had brought the list of maybe boys with her, each name had a picture beside it, so we could recognise who was who. Liam, Louis and Harry were one after each other, and on the same page as them, was the Zayn guy who hadn’t wanted to dance, and a blonde Irish guy called Niall Horan. Looking down the pictures, they were all gorgeous.

“You know what’d be perfect? If they’d all entered as a boyband. They’ve got to be the hottest group of guys ever!” I say, before taking another bite of my cake.

Nicole stays silent, so I look up at her.

“Cacy, that is brilliant! Come on, we’re telling Simon.” She squeals, dragging me in the direction of his dressing room. I quickly grab my bowl, and off we go!

　

“So… you get why this is an awesome idea right?” Nicole asks, while I sit, eat, and nod.

“Hmmm… it is quite good, yes!” Simon says, grinning.

“And we could fill in the other group spot by making a girlband!” I add, when I’ve finished the cake.

“Yes, Yes! We could. One minute, I’ll just go talk to the producers.” Simon says, just about skipping out of the room. A few minutes later he comes back in.

“It’s allowed, so we just need to sort out which girls are getting through.” He says, and I grin. Yes! Yey, me!

Simon gets out the list of girls that hadn’t got through, and starts debating which ones would work well in a girlband.

I cover the list with my hands.

“Seeing as all this was my idea. Can I have first pick, then can I leave because I’ve got a splitting headache, and you can all decide who else goes in?” I ask, Simon nods. “Abbie Birch. You can all decide who else. I need to go get some paracetemol, my brain’s hurting from being so brilliant.” I say, leaving the room.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 12!

The next day, I wake up late, making my way down to the cafeteria to find it almost empty. Only a few nervous contestants are left, eating their bowls of cereal in sombre silence. I grab a woffle, and wolf it down, while running across the road.

　

When all the contestants have arrived and signed in, we make our way down to the stage, for the last day of the 2010 X Factor bootcamp. Simon speaks out to the whole crowd of contestants.

“This year of bootcamp has seen many talented contestants. Unfortunately, we have to say goodbye to some of them today. If you get through, well done, we look forward to seeing you at judges house. If today we say goodbye to you, then don’t lose hope. It doesn’t mean you have no talent, it means you need to harness your talent, work on it, and come back again even better! Whether it be next, year, in 5 years, or even 10. You are all very talented people. Now, if you’d like to go backstage, we’ll start this years eliminations.” The crowd exited in total silence, and I sat up in my seat. Let the drama begin.

　

The girls come on stage, and I realise that this is actually going to happen. I am actually going to crush someone’s dream.

We all take it in turns, reading out a quarter of the names each. When everyone’s been called out, and the reality sets in for the girls remaining, the fact they’re not going through dawns, and lot’s of the girls collapse in tears. I see Abbie, and the other girls who’re getting into the girlband crying and feel so horrible, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. When there’s no end to the tears, I start crying too. I can’t stand seeing people cry, God knows what I’m going to be like with the guys, guys crying is even worse. Oh God, Harry’s going to be told no, and Louis. Simon has to do it professionally, so the other acts dont get pissed that they’re not through and throw a paddy on the stage. He’s saying no to them first. I don’t think I’m going to be able to cope if Harry cries.

　

The assistant brings the next set off hopefuls on. It’s the guys…

Simon, Nicole and Louis say their two people each, and the while, I see Harry and Louis T getting more and more doubtful. Harry seems to curl in on himself, and Louis T’s grin fades.

Alas, I am given the task of naming the final two people going through. I see Louis and Harry staring straight at me, hoping, begging me with their eyes. We were kind of friends afterall. I say “Matt Cardle”, and then there’s one space left. “Aiden Grimshaw!” I call, and Aiden woops before running out of the door.

　

I try and keep my eyes of Harry, but it’s impossible. The acts exit the stage. With only a few remaining, Harry and Louis share a hug of mutual disappointment and sadness. I see tears start to flow from Harry’s eyes, before he hides his face in his hat. Against my better judgement, I stand up and without realising, make my way to the stage. I run up to him and enclose him in a hug, totally forgetting that this is being recorded, and that I’m Cacy, not Charlotte.

“I’m so sorry! So sorry! it’ll be ok!” I whisper into his ear, as camera crew rally around, trying to catch the drama.

“No it won’t. It can’t be.” He whispers back, through sobs that he can’t stop.

“Listen to me.” I say, tucking myself right into him, so only us two can hear my whisper. “You are not out. Just act normal, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but… you’re going to bootcamp. Do not say a word about it, act like you know nothing, to keep crying would be best, but on the inside dont be sad, because you are getting through! Ok?” I finish.

“Lou too?” I asks.

“Yes, but don’t tell him, and pretend to be suprised, please? My jobs on the line here.” I beg.

“Ok… why did you tell me?” He asks, pushing me away from him.

“I couldn’t stand to see you upset when i knew there was something I could do about.” I smile up at him, and he gives a hesitant smile back, ‘thankyou’ he mouths. I quickly leave the stage, and sit back on the podium. Simon looks down at me. Oops… he looks pissed.

“WHAT did you tell him?” He asks.

“Nothing. I was just comforting him, we are friends of friends afterall.” I shrug. He stares me down, but I keep my eye contact. Dropping the subject, he turns back around and calls to the assistants to bring the next category on. It’s the over 28’s. They’re easy enough. We call the 8 names, they get through, the others leave. Some cry, but most are mature enough to accept defeat.

　

Finally, it’s the groups. This was alwys going to be the hardest category to tell, as they were going to realise that only 6 groups have gotten through. They were sure to be pissed that solo contestants had stolen two of their places. The six names are called out, then Simon delivers the news.

“I’m sorry, but only 6 groups are going through this year. We had a discussion and came to the conclusion, that although there is enough talent here, there isn’t enough experience. Therefore, the two spaces left are going to be filled by two groups that have been made up of solo contestants that have been turned away. I’m so very sorry, but we feel this is for the best.” Acts on the stage leave, a little speechless. I think they know better than to make a scene, especially in front of the cameras. One of the guys sticks his middle finger up, but that just proves that he doesn’t have the right attitude to win over the public anyway.

　

I sit and wait for the new groups to be brought back onto the stage, so we can deliver the news, all the while wondering what Harry must be thinking.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 13

+HARRY’s POV+

　

Confused after what cacy had told me, I followed Louis off the stage and into the room where all the rejects were to stay, letting groups of people back to the hotel at a time. Me and Louis sat in silence. My brain didnt seem to be able to create sentences, I had no idea what was going on. How could me and Lou both get through?

I could see Louis disappointedly reaching into his bag, and pulling out his phone. I could tell he was trying to keep it together, as the oldest of us two, he was trying to set a good example and take it well. But I could tell it was a struggle. Not getting through had taken it’s toll on both of us. Louis was always laughing and grinning, not a care in the world, well… that had changed. I patted him on the back, wishing I could tell him what Cacy had told me. I hardly knew her, but for some reason, I didn’t want to betray her. I couldn’t betray her trust, so I kept quiet.

At the other side of the room I saw Liam Payne, he was pacing while on the phone. He’d failed at keeping it together, I’m not suprised. Getting turned away once is bad enough, twice must be murder.

　

The speaker buzzes, making me jump, then a voice starts speaking through it.

“Could the following boys please make their way to the stage! Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Harry Styles and Liam Payne. And the following girls please. Abbie Birch, Aoife Reilly, Krissy Arkell, and Jade Tallant. Can you all please make your way to the stage straight away.”

By the end of the announcement, me and Louis were already at the stage doors, I could see Liam making his way over, the guy who hadn’t wanted to dance was nervously edging around the room, and a the blonde Irish singer was waiting beside us.

“Any idea what this is about?” He asked.

“Nope.” I said, while Louis shrugged. The girls arrived followed by Liam and Zayn and then the assistant ushered us onto the stage.

　

+LIAM’s POV+

　

I wiped my face, as we made our way up the steps. The girl in front of me kept stumbling from the tears in her eyes, so I held her back to keep her steady. She turned around and smiled at me gratefully. I recognised her from when she’d sung the first time on stage. We reached the top of the steps and she turned to face me.

“Thankyou. I’m Abbie by the way, I love your voice.” She said, smiling but still close to tears.

“No problem, I’m Liam. I quite like your voice too Abbie.” I said, shaking her hand. It felt so formal, yet like I’d known her for years.

　

Everyone else had already passed by us and onto the stage, so we hurried on behind them.

Standing in the centre, us boys on the left, the girls a few metres to the right, Nicole stood up.

“We have decided that although your solo voices aren’t strong enough to go through, the talent you people have are to great to let go. Therefore, we have decided to put you into two seperate groups. A girlband and a boyband.” Everyone stood deadly still as we tried to register this. Did that mean we got through? Or do they want us to audition again next year? I don’t think I have the guts to audition three times.

My question was answered.

“You’re going through to bootcamp!” Cacy shouted, it seemed asthough she couldn’t contain herself any longer. Simon gave her a look and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, you’re going through to bootcamp, if, and only if, you agree to go through as groups.”

　

This was a lot to take in, I could go through, but I had to give up my solo career? Looking at the lads beside me, there was a monet of pure shock, then we all started jumping around and hugging each other. People would give anything for this oppurtunity. A second chance to go through.

　

+CHARLOTTE/CACY’s POV+

　

They all started jumping around while I grinned. Seeing Harry this happy, made me happy. They all ran off stage shouting thankyou. Harry turned towards me and looked straight into my eyes, while he shouted thankyou. It sent a shiver down my spine.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 14!

Giving the dreaded object to the woman at the till, I hand her the money as she looks at me in disappointment.

“Love, you’re young. Make the most of your life. Good Luck.” She says honestly, as I nod and run out of the shop. The worst possible scenario right now, would be for me to bump into someone I know.

I open the door, and run straight up the stairs into my room, flinging the door shut.

“Charl, you ok?” My dad shouts up from downstairs, he’s no doubt watching moto gp or something.

“Yeah, I’m fine now, thanks!” I shouted down.

　

Dad had been the first to notice me being sick in the morning. I was sick yesterday, but figured it was a one off. When I was sick again this morning, I knew something was wrong, and I had to do something about it, before my parents got even more suspicious. Judges houses is 4 days away, I fly on Friday, and they’re always worried about me flying, never mind when I’m ill.

　

I rip the packaging off and pull out the stick. My phone bleeps signaling I have a text. Ignoring it, I go into my ensuite…

Looking into the mirror a few minutes later, I see the lines my leaking mascara makes, strech longer and longer, as my tears fall. Another bleep sounds, but this time it isn’t my phone, I look down at the counter, at the thing which holds my fate. I only manage to look for a second, before lunging for the toilet.

I try to keep my hair back as well as possible, which is hard when you’re crying, puking and your heads pounding. Sitting back, I lean against the wall, shaking my head in denial.

It can’t be true, it can’t be. But the bright red +positive staring back at me, makes my pleas meaningless.

My phone starts to ring, and wiping my eyes, I answer it. Best to act normal until I decide what to do.

“Hello?” I ask, my voice sounding wispy and weak.

“Hey, it’s Harry. You ok? You sound a bit rough.”

“No, not really. Feeling a bit ill.” I sigh.

“Awww. You want me to come round? We can watch a movie or something?” He asks.

I glance at the test again, “No!” I say a little to quickly. “I mean, erm… I don’t want you to catch my bug, just before judges houses.” I say.

“Ok. Yeah, that’d be a bad idea. The boys are coming over tomorrow for our last practise. If you’re feeling better, fancy coming over?” He asks.

“Ofcourse, if i’m better, I’ll come over as soon as I’m dressed.” I say, jumping up when I hear my parents come up the stairs. “I’m going to have to go now, Harry.”

“Ok, you busy on Fri-” He starts.

“Harry. gotta go, gonna puke!” I shout, before lobbing the phone on my bed and legging it to the toilet.

　

“Charlotte?” I hear my mum calling, entering my room, and grab the test, throwing it into the bin, before returning to the toilet just in time.

“Oh hunny, what is wrong with you?” She asks, holding my hair back for me, while stroking my back.

“It must be all this work stress. You never get a break.” She adds, and we sit there in silence for a while.

“Charlotte, what’s this?” She asks, a little breathlessly. I turn around, to see she has packaging in her hands. The pregnancy test packaging.

“I’m so sorry.” I sob. wiping my face with a cloth, and turning to face her. “I’m pregnant…”

　

Grace, my manager, is called as if it’s an emergency, and a group meeting is held in my living room. My dad paces, fuming.

“Who’s the father?” He just about shouts, after mum tells him the news.

“Harry…” I whisper. Dad shakes his head in disgust. He’d always liked Harry, it seemed that this had changed now.

“There’s only one way forward, you’re 3-5 weeks, you can’t take the pill as there’s a good chance it wont work. If you want to be able to keep the Charlotte/Cacy facade, there’s no other option. Abortion” says Grace.

　

I’m not stupid, I knew this was my only option, unless I wanted to keep the baby. I can’t keep the baby, it would ruin my career, but as Charlotte, a huge part of me, just wanted to keep it and live happily ever after with Harry. Ofcourse, managment would never let me do that. I have a contract. Still, having the words said aloud to me, just made recognising my fate even worse.

“That’s settled then.” My dad says, leaving the room. I know he’s disappointed in me, I know he only wants the best for me, but I hoped that he would atleast put up some kind of battle for me.

“Charlotte. Are you sure you want to do this?” My mum whispers, in tears hugging me.

“I can’t be pregnant and be Cacy at the same time mum.” I say. She nods, and leaves to see Grace out.

　

Seeing my chance, I ran up the stairs, planning on locking myself in my room. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now.

I’d almost reached the top, when I felt my socks slip and my feet fall from beneath me. I reached for the banister, my fingers sliding across it as I couldn’t get a grip as my body fell. Covering my face quickly with my hands, I felt the thwack as I landed, and the ‘bang bang bang bang bang’ as I slid down the stairs. My parents must of heard it too, as they came running in. Stopping a few steps before the bottom, the last thing I remember is seeing the blue of the carpet and feeling a great pain in my stomach as everything went black.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 15!

　

My eyes don’t even have time to adjust to the bright light in the room, before my mum is whispering in my ear.

“Hun, you lost the baby. There’s no need for an abortion now.”

I lean back, looking at her face, at first I just thought it was my eyesight, but then my eyes began to focus and I could see clearly. I could clearly see the happiness on my mothers face. She was happy that I’d fallen down the stairs and had a miscarriage. That was the moment when I realised that my life is really messed up.

I nodded and turned onto my side, facing away from her.

　

I don’t know why I felt so upset. I was planning on getting rid of it. But a part of me, however small a part that was, had hoped that for some miraculous reason, an abortion wouldn’t work. That fate had made me pregnant for a reason. All of that was lost now. I heard my mum fall into the chair behind me, and listened for any other sound in the room. There was no one.

“You’ve just got a few bruised ribs, so you’ll be fine for judges houses.” My mum continued, “I think it best if we just keep all this between you, me, Grace and Dad. Best not to let anyone else know about this incident.”

“You mean, best to not let Harry know about this incident!” I corrected her.

“Well, yes. There’s no need for him to be upset and disappointed, especially when he’s got judges houses in a few days.”

　

I shot up in the hospital bed.

“Omg, I said I’d go round to his tomorrow morning. How long was I out?” I panic.

“Don’t worry, only a few hours, it’s still Monday. 7:30 PM to be exact” She reassured me.

“Ok, well… when can I leave?” I asked.

“The doctor said, as soon as she’s checked you over, and made sure you haven’t got a really bad case of concussion, you can be discharged tonight. And here she is!” My mum said, as a middle-aged woman walked into the room. She looked like Professor Trunchbull out of the movie Matilda, that didn’t help me calm my nerves as she leant over me, checking my eyes. I don’t know why I was so nervous around her.

“So, Miss Wright. Your stomach may feel a bit sore, or cause some minor pain in the next few days, but those are symptoms of having an abortion. If it gets really bad, then you may come back in, just to check that everything is normal and nothing went wrong.”

　

I was still sat still in shock.

“Abortion..?” I whispered, looking over at my mother who was sat back in her chair, looking everywhere but at me. “What do you mean abortion? My mum told me I had a miscarriage?” I asked the monster of a woman.

She looked between me and my mum nervously.

“Erm, no. When you arrived, we told your parents that the baby was still alive, and fighting. But it may be in some pain, and could cause you some. Your parents asked for us to abort it. I assumed because they didn’t want you in any pain? They said you were planning an abortion anyway?” She said, panicking.

“Well yes, we were. That still doesn’t give you, or anyone else for that matter.” I said, glaring at my mother, “the right to decide to abort my baby while I’m unconcious. Surely there’s a law against that?” I said, waving my arms about.

“But hunny, the baby could of harmed you, we thought this would be the best way.” My mum said. I couldn’t even look at her.

“And you thought lying to me about it would be the best way too?” I was still shocked at the news of my parents betraying me like this.

“Well yes, we were concerned you’d react like this, and cause trouble for Dr Jackson here.” My mum stuttered, obviously nervous at how bad I was reacting.

“Then why do it in the first place?” I shout, getting up off the bed, and grabbing my stuff. I walk out of the room, following the signs for the exit. When outside I find a bench and search through my phone contacts.

Who’s parents would let me come over and stay all of a sudden, at this time, without asking questions.

　

I stop scrolling when ‘Laura’ is highlighted, and decide to ring her. Laura and Helen are twin sisters. They’re not identical, but they both have brown hair. Laura’s is curly however, while Helen’s is straight. I knew if there were two people I could trust the most, it would be those two.

When I used Helen as an excuse for knowing Harry’s in a band, I wasn’t lying. Harry, me, Laura, Helen and Helen’s boyfriend Josh have been best friends since Primary School.

　

Laura answered on the 4th ring.

“CHARLLLLL!” She shouts down the phone.

“Hey Laur!” I say back, mirroring her enthusiasm.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“Is it ok if I stay at yours tonight? I’ve had a pretty bad fall out with my mum, I don’t fancy being in the same house as her tonight…” I sigh.

“Yeh sure!” She says, “you can tell me and Hel all about it.” She says, and I make my mind up there and then. I will, I’ll tell them everything. They’ve been my best friends for years. They deserve the truth, not more lies.

“Ok. You sure you’re parents won’t mind?” I ask.

“Ya kidding? My parents haven’t seen you in ages, they’ll be more excited than me. haha” She says.

“Haha. Ok. I’ll be over in a bit, bye.” I say, hanging up and looking up to find my mum stood in front of me.

“Mum, we’re not doing this ok. I don’t even want to look at you right now. I’m staying at Laura’s” I say, walking away.

“I only wanted what’s best for you.” She shouts.

“Yeah, maybe you should of got my opinion on what I thinks best then?” I turn and shout, before stepping onto the bus thats doors were just about to close.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 16!　

What do you do when you’re feeling down? Pig out, that’s what! Luckily for me, Laura and Helen always have a full fridge. They took one look at me when they opened their door, then Laura had me in her arms, and Helen was running towards the freezer. Laura took me into their room, and plonked me down on one of the many beanbags.

“Come on then, tell us what’s happened!” Helen says, pitifully as she reappears with an armful of icecream tubs.

“Well.. I guess I should start from the beginning.” I say, before telling them the whole story.

　

As I open my eyes, waiting for their reaction to everything I’ve just told them, it feels as though a huge weight has lifted off my shoulders. I know I can trust these girls! The only reason I haven’t told them before now, is because my parents told me not to. Fuck my parents now, I’m doing things my way!

“But… but… what?” Helen and Laura ask at the same time. Normally we’d all laugh at their freaky twiness, but this was a serious matter.

“I’m Cacy Colt. And everything I just told you is all true.” I say, looking squarely into their eyes.

I look down at my ice cream, having another scoop. Then I feel two pairs of arms around me.

“Oh my God, that’s awful hun.” I hear Helen gasp.

“That’s it. You’re moving in here. You’re not living with those selfish bitches you unfortunately have to call parents.” Laura continues.

　

We sit there for a while, in the room that Helen and Laura share, just hugging. I knew I could trust these two. I tell them I’m a famous popstar, and they don’t even care. They’re more bothered about the fact that I’ve just had my heartbroken my people I’m supposed to call ‘family.’

　

Jean and Tony, the twins parents, are both lawyers. So as you can expect, they’re filthy rich. They’re house is massive, with a gazillion rooms. This has never made the twins or their parents, and less nice and kind than the average saint. The twins share a room, even though there’s plenty enough to have one each, they’re that kind and loving to each other and others, that they prefer to share.

They take me downstairs into the living room, where their parents are watching the flat-screen tv.

“Mum, Dad…” Laura announces.

“Charlotte’s moving in.” Helen finishes for her.

“Oh, ok. Are we to be told why? Or is it a need to know basis?” Their mum asks kindly.

“Erm…” Laura and Helen exchange a glance.

“Need to know.” They answer.

Jean and Tony, just shrug their shoulders, nod then turn to the tv.

　

Taking that as a sign that it’s ok, and we’re dismissed, we leave the room.

“Make yourself at home Charl! You can stay as long as you like” Their mum shouts, just before the door clangs shut. Why can’t my mum be more like that? I haven’t had a friend stay over in over a year.

　

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

“I’ll be back in a sec” I say, leaving Helen and Charlotte in our room. I go into the bedroom across the hall, and find what I’d been looking for. Lifting the mattress off, I drag it back to our room. Helen, getting the point, leaves and reappears moments later with the metal fold up bed. Clanking it down and into place, I shove the mattress onto it. Perfect.

　

It’s a good job our rooms the biggest one in the house. With three double beds in it, you’d think we’d be a little squashed, but no. There was still room for all the beanbags, chest of draws, and various electronic equipment. Fortunately, we have a walk in wardrobe (which is actually another bedroom). Our room would be very cramped if we had to put our clothes into wardrobes. We’ve got so much clothes that it’d probably take about 10 wardrobes to fit all our stuff in. I don’t think our room, however big it is, would be able to take all them.

　

Helen turns the tv on, and using the remote, I click on Easy A. You can never go wrong with a good funny chick-flick.

　

+HELEN’S POV+

　

I open my eyes, wincing at the brightness of the sunlight seeping through our curtains. I hear a babble of laughter and looking towards the tv, realise that it’s still on. Easy A must of been on repeat all night. Switching it off, the other two begin to stir. Then all of a sudden Charlotte sits upright.

“Shittt! I told Harry I’d go over to his this morning.” She groans. Looking at the clock I notice that it’s still early.

“It’s only 8 AM, take a chill pill. What’s so important like?” I ask.

“The rest of his band are coming down for the day, last practise for judges houses.” She explains, jumping up.

She takes a sharp intake of breath. “Oh. I have nothing to wear.”

Laura rolls over, liting her head off the pillow.

“Seriously?” She asks Charlotte. “Charl. We have a wardrobe the size of Egypt. I’m sure we can spare you something.” She says, sarcasticly. Then looks at the clock. “What the fuck are we all doing up so early?” She moans, rubbing her temples.

“Charl’s needed over at Harry’s, band practise.” I say, and Laura jolts out of bed.

“Band, as in ‘Really hot X Factor band, that has the 5 most gorgeous members of this planet in it?’” She asks, her jaw dropping open.

“Yeah, Laura, how do you even know their gorgeous. You havent seen them? Harry forbade us from going round and disturbing their bonding time. This is the first time even Charlotte’s been invited!” I exclaim.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

“Harry sent me a pic of all of them, cos I asked him too. No kidding Hel, there are some majorly fit guys. I might even go as far to say that they put Harry to shame.” I say, winking at Charlotte so she knows I’m only joking. Harry is fit, but he’s one of my best friends, I don’t think of him in that way.

　

“Ok, ok, ok. Girls, I really need to get ready. You can come, if you find me something to wear. I have no chance finding anything in that monster of a wardrobe!” Charlotte says, and I dive towards the door. I come out mere seconds later with some jeans and a pretty top for her.

She grins. “Perfect.” I wink. I’d be going anyway, even if I couldn’t find her anything to wear. The guy with the dark brown mop of hair was so gorgeous, I just HAD to get introduced to him.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 17!

+LAURA’s POV+

　

Fortunately, Harry only lives a few houses down, so it only took us about 20 minutes to get dressed, have some toast, and walk over to Harry’s.

I knocked on the door, and Harry’s mum, Anne, answered.

“Oh hey, girls!” She grins, opening the door wide for us.

“Hey Auntie Anne!” Me and Helen call. Strictly speaking, she isn’t our auntie. But we’ve known the Styles family all our life, and we live on the same street so we’re closer than most families are.

“Come on in, I think the boys are wanting you to wait in the living room.” She says, clearly as excited as we are.

　

We sit on the massive corner sofa, waiting patiently, as we hear alot of scrambling on the floor above.

“Haha. They’re panicking” Charlotte giggles.

“What do they think we’re going to do? Boo them?” Helen asks. And we all burst out laughing.

Just then, Harry’s sister Kristina walks in.

“What you laughing at?” She asks, joining us on the sofa.

“Just those lot upstairs.” We answer, as we all give her a hug. She sits back and we get a chance to marvel at her tan. She’s just got back from Spain, school sent her there as an exchange student.

“Omg babe. Look how tanned you are!” I gasp. “Ah, I need to go on holiday!”

“Laura. We went to Egypt at the start of the hols. We don’t need another holiday” Helen groans. I can last in the sun for hours on end, but Helen tends to prefer less humid climates.

“Still…” I shrug.

　

“You girls ready?” I hear Harry call, and look through the door to see him leaning over the banister rail on the stairs.

“Yesss! Bring us the hotties!!!” I say, not realising how loud my voice actually was until I hear above us, signaling that the boys had heard. Ah well.

“Laura.” Helen gasps, “I can’t believe you just shouted that. They could obviously hear you.”

I just shrug. They’re not famous yet.

　

+Charlotte’s POV+

　

Harry comes down the stairs and enters the room. He’s dressed up to say that he’s only performing in his living room.

“Is this what you’re wearing for your judges house performance?” Helen asks.

“Yeh, is it ok?” He asks nervously.

“Yes, you look gorgeous.” I grin. He winks at me and comes over to give me a hug. AS I loose myself in his arm, there’s a part of me that feels guilty. He could of been holding a baby in his arms, our baby. But that won’t happen now. And he doesn’t even know that it could of happened.

　

He kisses my forehead, then pulls away. I sit on the sofa as he stands in front of us, looking smart.

“Ok boys, you ready?” He shouts, and I hear a chorus of “Yessss!” from just outside the closed door.

“Ok. This is Zayn everyone, he’s from Bradford” he announces, and Zayn walks through the door.

“Woooo! Hey Zayn!” Us girls scream, jiggling around on the sofa.

“Vas happenin ladies!” He says, laughs to himself as we join in laughing at his accent. He then moves to stand to the right of Harry.

“Ok, next!” Harry calls, and in walks Liam Payne. Obviously, I already know who he is from the auditions, but looking at Laura, Helen and Kristina fangirling a little next to me, I see that he’s going to be a hit with the ladies.

　

+Kristina’s POV+

　

I can never thank my brother enough for bringing all these hot lands into my home. One by one, each boy stepped in, and my heart beat faster each time. Louis was introduced, and I could hear Laura breathing heavily beside me. I looked at her, raising my eyebrows.

“Sex.on.legs.” She mouthed, before turning back to stare at him some more. The boys turned around and had a little private conversation, I could hear Laura and Helen conversing in quiet whispers.

“Omg, they’re all so sexy!” “bagsy Louis!” “Can’t I have all of them?”

I burst out laughing, and everyone turns to stare at me. Laura and Helen giving me evils for drawing attention to us, the boys looking at me questioningly.

“Oh nothing… erm. You going to get started then?” I ask, as Harry rolls his eyes, and plugging in his ipod, turns the music on.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 18!

+Helen’s POV+

　

Anne suddenly appeared and sat on the edge of the sofa, as the boys got into position, then Liam started singing.

When Harry sang the chorus, i felt tears start to fall from my eyes. This was Harry, the little kid I’d grown up with all my life. The brother me and Laura never had. And here he was, belting out the chorus to torn. He sounded amazing, and I felt so proud. Looking around the room, I noticed that all 5 of us girls were crying. Anne probably the most.

　

The song finished, and even before the boys had a chance to take a bow, Anne had pounced on Harry.

“My little boy, singing so grown up.” She cried, strangling him in a bear hug. The rest of us got up, and we gave all the other boys a hug, Laura clinging on to Louis for an extra few seconds. I raised my eyebrows questioningly at her.

“What? He’s so hot.” She winked.

The room was full of people exclaiming “You were amazing!” “There’s no way you won’t get through!”

　

Eventually, me and Laura managed to get to Harry, after Charlotte had no strength in her arms, from hugging him so tight.

We jumped on him, he landed on the sofa, and we hugged him tight.

“Harry, that was amazing!” We both gushed.

“Don’t forget us when you’re all big and famous. You’ll always be our big brother to us! Sticking up for us to bullies, beating up the guys who broke our hearts. What would we do without you?” said Laura, wiping away her tears with her free hand. The other was clinging on to Harry.

“Ofcourse I won’t forget you two! How could I? You’re forever sending me annoying text chain mail!” He joked.

I turned to look up at him, glaring into his eyes, while Laura slapped him on the chest.

“Haha. I’m joking. Ofcourse I won’t forget you, you’ll always be my annoying adopted twin sisters.” He said, hugging us, as we grinned. The three musketeers are reunited!

　

We felt another join us on the sofa, and pulled Kristina into our midst.

“And what would we do without the older sister? Always spragging on us to mum?” Harry said, winking at her.

“Well someone had to tell her everytime you broke a finger, or a toe, or an arm, or a leg.” She grinned.

　

Soon enough, the room turned into one huge group hug!

“Aw I love all you guys!” Harry grinned, as we all replied with shouts of. “Love you too Hazza!”

　

+1 week and two days later+

+Charlotte’s POV+

　

The plane journey home was dragging, I hadn’t seen Harry in over a week, and I just wanted to see him, hug him, kiss him, and know whether or not he’d gotten through to the live shows. I’d gotten the guys category, and was very pleased with my final 3. (Paije doesn’t know he’s through yet, as he’s my wild-card)

I turned my phone off flight mode when the plane had landed, and immediately was spammed with texts.

‘Charl, I’m back! You’re dad says you’re out? So I’m waiting in your room for you. H xxxxxx” Great, Harry was waiting in my house. He doesn’t know I’ve fallen out with my parents. It’s going to be awkward talking to them again, especially while harry’s in the house.

‘Babe, is there a reason why you’re dad won’t talk to me…? Hxxxxx’ Harry had also sent.

I was about to reply when another text message from him appeared.

‘Charlotte, hurry back. We need to talk.’ Crap, there were no kisses. This didn’t sound good.

　

The car pulled up to my driveway and I ran inside. Opening the door, I could hear my parents in the living room, but chose to ignore them.

“Hello?” I shouted, expecting Harry to hurry down. He didn’t, that wasn’t a good sign. The only movement I could hear was the sound of my parents jumping up and making their way into the entrance hall. I quickly dived for the stairs, not wanting to speak to them if I didn’t have to.

　

I could hear Harry listening to Rock music as I nervously edged my door open, slipping through.

He was laid on my bed, facing the door, so saw me as soon as I’d entered.

Pressing pause on his ipod, he took his headphones out and just stared at me, he didn’t seem happy.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, I saw him reach towards the floor beside the bed. I couldn’t see what he was holding because my huge bed was covering whatever he had.

“Would you care to explain to me why you have a positive pregancy test and abortion leaflets in your bathroom bin?” Harry asked, pulling his hand up into sight, so I could see the leaflets and test he was holding.

　

Shit. I slid down my door, feeling the tears fall. How the fuck was I supposed to get myself out of this mess?

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 19!

+Harry’s POV+

　

I gripped the objects tightly in my hand, and asked her again.

“Charlotte, why have you got these?”

She just sobbed louder. I didn’t know whether I wanted to go over and comfort her, or throw the stuff at her.

“Charlotte, what are you not telling me?” I hissed, dropping the things on the bed and standing over her. “Please.” I begged, I needed to know what was going on.

She just looked up at me, hiding behind her hands, tears falling down her cheeks.

　

I sit down in front of her, pulling her hands away, and holding them in mine.

“Charlotte, please just tell me.” I whisper, to no avail. She just starts crying even more.

I let go of her hands and jump up on to the bed, sitting on the edge, thinking maybe if I wait a little, she’ll calm down. It doesn’t work. After a few minutes, I just grab the test and turn back towards her.

“Charlotte. Are you pregant?” I ask, relief running through me when she shakes her head. “Well who’s test is it then?” I ask, confused. Then my eyes land on the abortion leaflets.

“Charlotte, w.. were you pregnant?” I manage to stutter. She doesn’t answer. I turn back round to face her, she’s lifted her face above her hands, so I see her bite her lip. I shake my hands in question. She nods.

“WHAT!?” I shout.

“Yes, I was pregnant.” She whispers, not so quiet that I don’t hear. She edges forward a bit, getting closer towards me.

“You… you had an abortion?” I ask, the truth not having set in yet. “Without even telling me?”

“Yes. But it’s not what you think.” Charlotte starts, but I don’t even want to hear what she has to say. I jump up and make my way over to the door. She scoots back so she’s blocking my exit.

“Harry, please just hear me out!” She begs. I take the handle, and jerk the door ruffly, she stays put.

“Charlotte, move out of the way, I fucking swear, I’m gonna pull this open whether you’re here or not.” I growl, she looks up at me, disbelieving. I yank the door one last time, and she jerks forward out of the way.

“Oh, by the way. We got through to the live shows, just incase you cared? I guess you were too busy with your own events to have time to wonder how mine went. I won’t bother letting you know in future” I don’t even know what I was saying, anger was clouding my mind. Playing back my last sentence as I charged down the stairs, I didn’t know whether she’d understood what the message was I’d been trying to get across. Well, I wasn’t going up there and explaining it to her. How much she’d hurt me by keeping this from me. How the fact that she’d had an abortion without even letting me know, killed me inside. How those were the last words I’d ever be saying to her.

　

I flung the twins house door open in blind rage, and charged up to their room.

I paused to knock on the door, just to check they were decent. When I heard no shout of “NO! STAY OUT!” I barged through, halting the shout of “Come in!” Laura had been about to shout.

She looked up at me from a beanbag, smiling when she realised who it was.

“Harry! Congrats! I was so happy when you rang to say you got through!” She screams, running up to give me a hug. When I leave my arms by my side and don’t hug her back, she steps away.

“What’s up?” She asks, puzzled.

I relax, it’s mean to act this way with her. I mean, chances are, she didn’t know about the abortion either.

“I’m sorry Laura. I’ve just got some bad news.” I sigh, sitting on her bed.

“What?! You’re still on X Factor right?” She gasps.

“Yeh, yeh.” I say quickly, not wanting her to panic about that.

“Then what’s up? Helen’s at swimming, but she’ll be back soon” She says, sitting down beside me, and taking my hand.

　

Despite my better will, I feel the tears start to trace trails down my cheeks. She notices, pulling my head down onto her chest and embracing me in a hug.

“Don’t cry, you’re going to get me started!” She moans.

　

I look up at her. Into her tearful eyes full of worry, and hurt for me. I know she always has my back. She’d never hurt me like Charlotte has. I keep staring at her, and she just looks back in puzzlement.

I trace my hand against her cheek, stroking her curly brown hair, which is so similar to mine. Longer though ofcourse. I look into her green eyes, noticing for the first time the hazel around the centre. Her strong cheekbones and full lips, I guess I’d never noticed before. While I’d been growing into a man, Laura had been growing into a woman. I’d always just thought of her as one of the guys. Always up for a mess around, never bothered about getting dirty, or what this week’s fashion is.

“What?” She asked, looking down at me looking at her.

“I’ve never noticed how beautiful you are.” I whisper, cupping her cheek in my hand as I reach up and place my lips against hers.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 20!

+CHARLOTTE’s POV+

I decided to catch the bus to the twins house. People gave me funny looks as I got on the bus. I had panda eyes and my hair was still a mess from the plane, so I can’t say I was suprised. As usual, my bus was the one that got stuck in traffic. I groaned, the sooner I get to the girls the better. They always know how to cheer me up.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I’d like to say that I pushed him away straight away, but the truth is, I didn’t. I kissed him back. He leant over me, as he pushed me back onto my bed, both of us kissing passionately. He took his top off, then I felt him feel around the hemline of my shorts for mine. His cold fingers glazed across my bare stomach as he started pulling my top up. The chill from his fingers made me jolt, and I opened my eyes, looking straight into Harry’s. He grinned at me cheekily, but my jaw just dropped. He started kissing my jawline, moving on to my neck but something had clicked. This was Harry. My Harry, the Harry who was like a brother to me, the Harry that was currently dating one of my best friends. I jumped off my bed and away from him, screaming. What had I done? What was I doing? I hid behind Helen’s bed, trying to get my act together. Why had I been kissing him? And more importantly, why the fuck had I been enjoying it?

　

I felt, more than heard, a sob escape me. I’m such a shit friend.

“Laura?” Harry asked, peering around the side of the bed. Running over and pulling me into his arms when he realised I was crying.

“Harry, get the fuck off me.” I cried, crawling away from him as fast as possible. Pulling down my top in the process.

“Laura, I’m sorry…” He started.

　

I was barely listening, all I was taking notice of were the words replaying in my head. I’m such a shit friend, such a shit friend, such a shit friend.

“I’m such a shit friend.” I sobbed.

“No you’re not.” Harry said, sitting beside me and pulling me into his still bare chest, ignoring my feeble attempts to get him off me. “Me and Charlotte are over now, anyways.” He sighed.

I looked up at him. “What!?”

“She was pregnant and had an abortion.” He said.

“Oh, she told you. Don’t you think her parents were totally in the wrong. I’m sure there’s a law against it, human rights act or something.” I say, babbling on. Trying to forget what had just happened, and trying to ignore the feelings I had for Harry as he held me to him.

“What?” He asked, leaning away from me. “You knew?” He asked again.

　

Oh Jesus Christ on a bike. Oops.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

“She told me and Helen afterwards. I don’t get why you’re angry at her?” I ask, as he stands up looking down at me, ‘hurt’ written all over his face.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me? You’re supposed to be my best friends.” He said, starting towards the door. Then realisation hit, she hadn’t told him how the abortion came about.

“Harry Edward Styles.” I shouted, running towards the door and beating him to it. I twisted the key in the lock and pulled it out. “You don’t know what happened, do you?” I ask. His face turns confused, then back to angry when I slip the key into one of my shorts pocket.

　

“Charlotte didn’t want an abortion.” I start, but he covers his ears up and sings “lalalalala?” like the stubborn little boy he is.

I push him around, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. I try and pull his hands away, but he’s too strong. Pushing him down on the bed, I manage to pin his arms down with my knees.

“Harry Styles, now you listen to me.” I say. He glares at me in anger, then winks at me mischeviously. He starts to roll from side to side, until we fully turn over, and he’s on top of me.

“Harry get off!” I struggle. His face gets closer. I struggle harder, but he won’t budge, then his lips touch mine again. On impulse I kiss him back…again. Why is he doing this to me? I feel him smile against his lips, then his hands on my bum as he digs the key out of my pocket. Keeping my arms hostage with his other arm, and my lips hostage with his. I try to stop, but I can’t, his kiss is too forceful. I bite his lip and his weight then disappears. I look up at him, rubbing his lip, the key in his hand. It’s my turn to glare now. As he walks over to the door, I seize my chance.

“Her parents made the doctors give her an abortion while she was unconcious in hospital.” I shout. I reach for his top, walking over to him as he stands still in shock. “Are you bloody happy now?” I ask, shoving it into his chest, knocking him backwards a step.

“Shit.” He says, putting his head in his hands. But the horror doesn’t end there.

　

I see Helen walking up to our room, through the window showing the corridor to our room, the curtains being wide open.

“What the fuck have you two being doing?” She asks.

I glance at Harry as we both shuffle from foot to foot awkwardly.

“Well?” She asks.

“Nothing.” Me and Harry say at the same time, quickly.

“It doesn’t look like nothing?” Helen says, looking pointedly at Harry with his shirt in his hands. “I just caught Charlotte on her way down our drive. She was crying like a baby, but didn’t even want to speak to me. All I caught her say between sobs was ‘Laura… Harry… bed… kissing.’ Would you care to explain to me how this could be a misunderstanding, because I’m finding it hard to see right now.” She says, angrily.

“Oh God.” I say, looking back over at the open curtains. I turn to Harry, stood beside me. “She’s going to hate me forever, and it’ll be all your fault.” I say, bashing my hands against his chest. But deep down I know, deep down I can admit, I enjoyed the kiss, so it’s as much my fault as his.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 21!

+Charlotte’s POV+

　

Great, now I had nowhere to stay. There was no way I was staying in the same house as Laura, the bitch. My house didn’t seem too promising either. I rang Grace, my manager. As much as I hate the cow, I need someone to book me into a hotel.

“Hello.” She answered on the third ring.

“Hey, I need you to book me in to an apartment. I don’t care where, preferably London.” I say.

“Ok.” She answers then I hang up. The live X Factor shows start next week, I may aswell be prepared and stay in London.

　

My phone immediately starts vibrating as someone tries to reach me. The caller ID says ‘Helen.’

“Hello?” I answer.

“Charl, you’ve gotta listen to me. I didn’t mean for it to happen, he didn’t either. He was just angry at you, and thought you were over. Me, well I wasn’t thinking at all.” Laura starts saying quickly, not giving me chance to hang up. I try and say bye, but she doesn’t stop.

“You know I don’t like Harry like that, he’s like a brother. It was just heat of the moment. I wasn’t prepared for it, I didn’t even bloody realise it was Harry until I opened my eyes and realised it was him.” She says, sobbing now.

“Laura, I don’t want to talk to you. And I don’t want to talk to Harry.” I snap, about to hang up.

“Too bad, because he wants to talk to you.” Someone shouts, I turn around, and see Harry walking across the street towards me, also on the phone. I hadn’t realised it was a three-way conversation. Looking at my phone screen, sure enough, 2 other people on the line.

　

“Harry stay away, I don’t want to see you right now.” I say, backing up.

“Well to be honest Charlotte, I don’t really want to see you either. Even if you didn’t purposefully get the abortion, you were planning to. You were planning to go behind my back and do it anyway. So I have every right to be mad. Not even that, you still didn’t even bother telling me about this whole ordeal. I thought relationships were about trust? Well… I haven’t been able to trust you for months. I know there’s something you’re not telling me. Where you disappear to all the time? How you’re hardly ever at school? It’s like you’re a bloody double agent with a secret life. So before you get pissed at me, face the facts. This ‘relationship’, hasn’t been a real ‘relationship’ for months.” He says, stopping a metre or so behind where I’m stood.

“You cheated on me with my bitch of a best friend.” I snap.

“We weren’t going out. I ended this relationship when I found out you’d had an abortion, so I wasn’t cheating. And don’t call Laura a bitch because you can in no way blame her. I took advantage of her. She cares about me, we’re as close as family, and she comforted me because I was upset. I took advantage of that. I KISSED HER. She is in no way to blame. She’s the one who pulled away, she’s the one that tried to get away from me, but I guess you ran off before you could see that. Also, it was only a kiss. If I’d really wanted to ‘cheat on you’, I would of done a whole lot more.” He says, while I cringe at the thought.

“Harry, why are you telling me this? If it’s so I’ll forgive Laura, you’re wasting your time. I saw her kiss you back. As for us, you’re right, we are over.” I say, then walk off. Ending the call on my phone and ringing for a taxi to the station.

　

+Over 1 week later+

　

+HELEN’s POV+

　

Today’s Saturday the 12th September, the first of the live shows. Harry’s invited me, Kristina and Laura up to watch tonight. Backstage passes and front row seats, all the works. No matter how hard I’d tried to stay mad at them both, Laura and Harry were my best friends. I couldn’t help but forgive them. They knew they’d done wrong anyway.

We sat in the taxi on the way to the studio’s. The train journey had been a bore, but we were excited to be nearly there now.

“Hel, promise me something?” Laura whispers, as Kristina chats to the taxi driver in front.

“What?” I hiss.

“Don’t leave me alone with Harry.” She begs.

I look at her, suspiciously. Her worried face confirms my fears.

“You like him?” I ask.

“I don’t know, maybe?” She shrugs. “I just don’t want it to be tested.” She whispers, her eyes starting to water.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let it.” I say, pulling her in for a hug. “Now stop crying, you’ll ruin you’re makeup that I spent foreverrrrr doing.” I groan. She giggles, half-heartedly. I look down at her on my chest, she has bags under her eyes, that the makeup couldn’t hide. It looks as though she hasn’t slept in the last week. Not just that, it looks as thought she hasn’t eaten either. I dn’t understand it. Sure, she hasn’t been eating as much, but she’s had the same meal as me very evening, as we sit at the table and eat as a family. My sister has some serious problems.

　

+HARRY’s POV+

　

Everyone was major stressed. The boys were panicking all through rehearsal, the judges had time for anyone. I thought maybe Cacy would have time for me, she’d seemed really nice when I’d met her before. But she just ignored me, it was as if I didn’t exist.

　

At around 2 PM, Laura, Helen and Kristina arrived. Laura looked a mess, as though she hadn’t slept in ages. Charlotte was obviously not speaking to her anymore, either. Laura kept looking around, nervously, like she was trying to avoid someone. I gave them all a hug, clinging on to Laura the longest.

“Are you ok?” I ask, worried.

“Yeh, I’m fine.” She whispered, the look of her really contradicted that.

Her hips felt bony, different to the usual curviness of my friend. I heard a cough behind me, and looked around to see Cacy Colt stood there. Oh, so now she has time for me.

“Hey.” I say, she just looks at me and nods, her gaze returning to Laura stood beside me. I feel Laura squeeze my hand, and looking down, I see her wearing a worried expression. It confuses me, but I guessed she was just fangirling.

“Cacy, this is my sister Kristina, and my friend Helen.” I say. She gives them a quick smile.

“And this is my other friend, Laura.” I finish.

“You’re just friends?” She asks.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” I ask, confused with all her digging into my life. She just shrugs, throws a quick glare, I’m guessing at Laura, then stalks off.

　

I will never understand girls?

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 22!

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

Charlotte stalked off, or Cacy, whichever, and Harry turned to me in confusion.

“She’s not usually that mean, don’t know what that was about.” He sighs.

“It’s ok.” I say, wiping away my tears before he has chance to notice. It’s dreadful having your best friend hate you.

　

Harry took us to the boys dressing room, where all of 1D were.

I stood nervously at the edge of the room, while everyone else made themselves at home. I wasn’t too good with people at the moment, especially people who I hardly knew.

　

+KRISTINA’s POV+

　

I saw Louis make his way over to Laura, leaning on the edge of the sofa as he spoke to her. I dragged Harry into the ensuite.

“Harry, what’s going on? I haven’t seen Charlotte all week, she wasn’t invited today, Laura’s acting all weird, and looks like a bloody stick insect.” I babble nervously, getting all my troubles out at once.

“Promise not to kill me?” He says, and I look up at him sharp.

“I’m not promising anything.” I threaten.

“Ok.” He shrugs, and goes on to tell me. “Me and Charlotte fell out because she has an abortion without telling me, well her parents made her have one while she was unconcious, but she was going to have one anyway. Then I was really upset and angry, and I went the twins house, and Laura was comforting me, and I kissed her, and Charlotte saw.” He says all at once.

My mouth drops open.

“Jesus. Yeh but if it was only a kiss, why’s Laura so bad? Charlotte can’t be that angry.” I say, confused. Charlotte’s always been so forgiving.

“Well, it was kind of more than a kiss, we kind of made out on her bed. Laura feels guilty because she didn’t pull away, until i had my top off and had got started on hers.” he says, and the puzzle fits into place.

　

“Harry Edward Styles, you better run.” I say, starting towards him. He dodges out of the room, screaming like a girl. He’s trapped though, everyone’s moved the furniture near the doorway, blocking our exit, so they can play a game of twister?

I reach him, mentally thanking everyone for helping with the blockade, Harry’s a really fast runner and I’d of had no chance otherwise. I slap him across the face, and he gasps, looking down at me in shock. i raise my eyebrows.

“I guess I deserved that.” He says, shrugging.

“You deserve many more Harry, but seeing as it hurt my hand, I’ll let you off.” I say, rubbing my sore hand.

　

There’s a deadly silence in the room, while everyone stares at us, until a massive bang breaks it.

“Oh shit. I’m out.” Louis groan. I turn to look at him, laid across the twister mat, crushing Laura and Helen in the process. Everyone just stares at him for a few seconds, Helen groaning, and Laura issuing a weak giggle. Then everyone bursts out laughing. Harry jumps over the sofa, and saves a crushed Laura, before Louis totally suffocates her.

“Jesus Louis, next time try not to land on someone.” Harry says, asking Laura if she’s ok, while I just shake my head.

“Louis you dingbat.” I say, moving to sit on the sofa.

　

+HELEN’s POV+

　

The boys sing Viva La Vida that night, amazingly well might I add. Matt Cardle is just as amazing, and really nice in person. We’d totally fangirled when we bumped into him in the corridor. We sat in the audience and watched with pride as Connie interviewed them for The Xtra Factor. Before going backstage to congratulate them all. The boys were exhausted, so me Laura and Kristina got a taxi to our hotel, while they were all chauffeured to The X Factor house.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

The next day was the results show. Everyone’s nerves were high, people were arguing more than usual, and a few of the contestants just locked themselves in their room, away from everyone. I actually had quite a nice day until Harry asked if we were hungry, before dragging us to the cafeteria, at around 5 PM.

“You hungry?” He asked. I shook my head, before going to sit down and save us a table. The others soon appeared, Harry with an extra plate.

“Here you go.” He said, placing it in front of me.

“Harry, I said I’m not hungry.” I said, pushing the plate away from me.

“Well, I’m not taking no for an answer.” He said, “Come on, you love chicken balls!” He picked one up and displayed in infront of my face. Not anymore I don’t, looking at the fatty batter, and everything else he’d piled onto my plate, all I felt towards the food is sick.

“Laura, come on, eat something!” Helen said, digging in to some salad.

“Fine, but I’m not eating that.” I said, grabbing a clean plate and piling some lettuce on to it.

“You don’t even like lettuce.” Helen said, staring at my plate in shock. It didn’t matter anyway, I wasn’t going to be savouring the taste of it.

　

I shrugged, and sat down at the table, grabbing a fork, and making myself swallow the horrible salad.

Everyone around me seemed to deflate and relax. I turned to Harry and Helen sat to my right. They smiled at me, and I gave a quick smile back.

　

When I’d finished my plate of crap, I excused myself, and headed to the nearest toilet.

　

+HELEN’s POV+

　

Laura excused herself to go to the toilet, and I look after her in confusion. She’d gone just before dinner.

“I need the loo too.” I said, and followed after her.

I looked at the doors, as I made my way down the corridor, eventually reaching one with the sign ‘ladies toilet’.

　

The door swung shut behind me and I heard a frantic scurrying. A disgusting smell onslaught me, as a toilet flushed. I then heard someone sob in the end cubicle. Making my way over to it, I held my nose, so as not to be sick myself.

“Laura?” I asked, the door clicked, and I pushed it open. Laura was sat on the toilet.

“What up Helen?” She asked, smiling up at me through tears.

“Why’s it smell of sick in here?” I asked, looking down at her, noticing how pale her face is. Then I realised.

“Shit. Laura are you bulimic?”

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 23!

+Laura’s POV+

　

“No, no. Ofcourse not.” I quickly say, trying my best to sound shocked. I fail.

“Oh my God. How long has this been going on for? You can’t get this thin in just a week surely!” Helen panicks, pacing while I sit and watch her. “When did this start?” She asks. I give up, best to get this over with. There’s nothing she can do to help anyway.

“On and off for the past year.” I whisper

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She cries. Pulling out her phone and dialing a number.

“Helen, what you doing?” I panic, trying to steal her phone.

“Harry. Yeah, come to the girls toilets, now. I don’t care that there girls toilets. Get your arse here now, end of.” She hangs up, looking at me in pity.

　

I go to the sink, washing my hands and clearing my mouth out.

I sit down on the floor, my head in my hands.

“You can’t tell Harry.” I groan.

“Pfft. Yes I am.” She hisses. “Why are you doing this?” She asks, but I keep my mouth shut. The less she knows, the less she’ll worry.

　

Helen looks as though she’s going to pass out from all her pacing when Harry bursts in, looking flustered. Luckily it doesn’t smell anymore, so he isn’t hit by the same smell Helen was.

“What’s going on?” He asks, clutching his side as he tries to get his breathing back to normal.

“Laura’s been making herself sick.” Helen shouts.

“What?” Harry asks, looking at me for the first time since he’s entered. “Oh shit, this is all my fault.” He says, coming to sit down beside me.

“Don’t be ridiculous Harry, it can’t be all your fault, she’s been doing it before last week.” Helen hisses.

“It’s not your fault Harry. I started last year, but I stopped, because I realised that I’m fine just how I am, I don’t need to change. You two taught me that.” I smile at them both. “But then when I first met Louis, he showed no interest in me whatsoever, no guys ever do, I knew it was because I’m too fat and ugly. Then last week, Harry kissed me and I felt special, then I realised that he only did that because I was his ‘rebound’ I guess. I thought maybe you actually liked me, because you were so sweet calling me beautiful and all that. But you’ve hardly even looked at me all last week, it’s obvious you regret it all. I dont blame you for hating me. If I hadn’t been the one to comfort you, you’d still be with Charlotte and none of this would of happened. It wouldn’t of if it was Helen you’d found. Helen can control herself, Helen’s a good friend. I’ve come to realise something, I’m easy prey because there’s no competition for me, because no one wants me.” I finish, Harry groans beside me, and pulls me into his chest.

　

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t care about anyone but myself. I could never hate you Laura, I love you, like a sister. I didn’t know you felt anything more.” He said.

“I don’t know if I feel anything more.” I whisper. I don’t know anything at the moment. I hear a door close, and look up to see Helen gone.

“Harry, can I try something, please? Just for my own state of mind.” I look up at him, and he realises what I want. He nods.

　

My lips meet his, and I feel no sparkle what-so-ever, proving that what I felt last week was just heat of the moment. I pull away.

“Well that settles things. Harry I’m not attracted to you, atleast not that way.” I say, smiling at him.

“Same, even though you are beautiful, and you shouldn’t forget that.” he winks, tickling my nose. I giggle.

“You going to stop starving yourself?” He asks.

“I don’t think it works like that. I mean, with the state of mind I’m in right now, I could easily say yes and mean it. But then next time I’m sat eating, whether I’m alone or with friends. I just have this voice, telling me things. When people look at me when I’m eating. I think to myself, ‘they’re looking at me funny’, ‘they’re thinking, why is she eating that, surely she doesn’t need any more food.’ That sort of thing. I want to stop, but it isn’t that easy.” I say, looking into his eyes, hoping he’ll understand.

“Ok.” He says, giving me one last squeeze before pulling me up. “I guess me and Helen are just going to have to keep our beady eyes on you then.” He says, making me laugh when he does the ‘I got my eyes on you’ gesture.

　

Harry walks me back to the boys dressing room, where everyone’s sat. Everyone looks at me when i walk in, but doesn’t say anything. I can’t decide whether or not Helen’s told everyone, I decide I dont want to know. Harry goes to sit beside her, probably telling her everything I’d just said.

　

　

The boys got through that night, and me and Helen decided to stay in London for a week, while Kristina went back to college.

Someone had been with me all week, I’d never been left alone. If I went the toilet, Helen would come with me, waiting outside for me. I knew they were trying to help, and I was grateful for it. Things would be very different if I was alone.

Harry arranged a meal out for us on Wednesday. It was just me, him, Helen and Louis. Louis had definitely been told about my problem, as he was kind with me all night, giving me compliments. Not complaining or making a comment, when I only finished half my meal before finishing, too full.

　

On Friday evening, Harry took me to TGI Fridays, knowing it’s my favourite restaurant. We ate and laughed away like we normally do, before all this mess occured. It was a really fun night, and it made me realise how stupid I’d been to ever think he hated me. My weight was piling back on, and my curves were starting to reappear. Me and Helen had bought ourselves new dresses for this Saturday’s live shows, and I had to admit, I looked rather dashing in it. It curved in all the right places.

　

We arrived at the studio’s just in our smiley face tops and sweatpants, planning on changing later. Turning the corner of the corridor, I heard moans, and up ahead were two people making out in the corridor. Eurgh. Couldn’t they find a cupboard or something. Helen cleared her throat as we got nearer, and they shot apart. The guy had been pinned up against the wall, and as he turned around in shock, I realised it was Louis.

I stopped in shock. We weren’t going out, so he had every right to snog random girls in the corridor right? Except this wasn’t just a random girl. It was a girl with dark brown hair, highlights of blonde just starting to seep out from underneath. She quickly adjusted her wig, and sending me a victorious smile, sauntered off. Cacy Colt, or Charlotte Wright, whatever the fuck she wants to be called. Is dead to me.

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+CHARLOTTE’s POV+

+Previous evening+

　

I sat down at the table and ordered my usual onion rings starter. Lifting my bag onto the seat beside me, I gulped at how this had been the same every night. Sitting alone, eating alone, everything. Maybe it was time I talked to my friends again. Laura had never shown any interest in Harry before, and I knew she was crazy for Louis. Maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt.

　

I take my phone out, typing a message while I wait for my food to be brought out.

‘Laura, I think we need to talk. Come my dressing room when you get to the studio’s tomorrow.’ I’m about to press send, when two people walk past my table, giggling. I stare after them, at their hands joined together. They sit down at a table, chatting and ordering their meal. I delete the message, and watch them. They don’t even notice me, they’re too busy laughing with each other on their date. I can’t believe I was ready to forgive her. I watch as Laura puts her fingers through Harry’s hair, and grab my stuff leaving a £20 note on the table to pay for my drink. I don’t have to sit by and watch this.

　

Laid in bed that night, I come up with a plan. Does she really think she can steal my boyfriend and me not do anything about it? Walking down the corridor next morning, already dressed for the evening in my tight dress, heels and curled brown wig. I go into the 1D boys dressing room. Suprise suprise, Harry’s not there.

“Louis, can I have a word with you please?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.

“Sure.” he says, jumping out of his seat and into the corridor. I ask him how his weeks been so far, and he babbles on. I hardly listen, I’m preoccupied trying to listen for anyone coming down the corridor. We’re stood just around a corner, and I know that if anyone turns it the first view they’ll have is us two.

　

Soon enough, I hear faint giggling, and a deep voice, followed by Laura’s. Walking over to Louis, I push him against the wall and put my mouth against his. He seems shocked at first, but soon gets in to it. Just in time, as I see Laura, Helen and Harry make their way around the corner. I pretend not to notice them, putting my arms around Louis shoulders.

I hear a slight cough as someone clears their throat, and Louis pulls away, realising that someone else is watching. I smile up at him, then turn to Laura, giving her a sly smile before walking off. That’ll be the last time she snogs my man.

　

+LOUIS’ POV+

　

I was so confused, one minute Cacy was snogging me, the next she’d run off. I noticed three pairs of shoes infront of me while I was looking at the floor, in shame of being caught out. I looked up. Oh shit. It was Laura, I knew she liked me, I’d been starting to like her too. She’d been doing well all week aswell. Now I’d probably ruined the success. Sure enough, she ran off, Helen following behind her.

“Nice one mate. Couldn’t you of atleast got a room or something?” Harry asked.

“Didn’t have time to, she just pounced on me.” I tried to explain.

“Ah well. It’s done.” He said, following after them. “I better go check on them.”

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I was fuming. What a bitch. Sure, I’d kissed Harry, but he’d kissed me first. And we both didn’t purposefully do it. She obviously did. Choosing the right moment to stick her tongue down Louis throat. Still, it’s not as if Louis pushed her away, why would he? She’s prettier than me, sexier than me, I don’t know if she’s richer than me, but surely being famous is a positive aswell.

　

I sighed, looking around, not even noticing where I’d been walking. I’d arrived at the toilets. My typical self-concious brain directing me there. I dashed in, and went to the nearest cubicle, sitting on the floor. There was a loud bang as someone burst through the door.

“Don’t do it!” Helen shouted.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to. Stupid selfish cow, is she trying to ruin my life?” I sobbed. “Well, two can play at that came. Has she forgotten that I know everything about her, I could ruin her career in a flash.” I hiss, clicking my fingers for emphasis.

“Don’t talk like that Laura, you know you wouldn’t. That’d be going too far. Be rational.” Helen begged.

“I don’t want to be rational.” I shout, unlocking the door. At just the wrong moment Harry walks in, ofcourse I don’t notice.

“My bitch of a bestfriend, who just happens to be the famous ‘Cacy Colt’, just kissed the guy I fancy, the guy she knows I fancy. Just because she was stupid enough to not use protection and get knocked up with a child she couldn’t keep. This is all Charlotte’s fault.” I shout, banging my hands on the counter like a 5 year old.

　

“You what?” Harry asks, and I spin around, my jaw dropping. I could almost see things clicking in his head, like clockwor k as he pieced together what I’d just said. “Charlotte’s Cacy?”

　

To make things even more awkward, Zayn then decides to join our little get together in the girls bathroom.

“Hey Haz. Saw you come in here, just thought I’d introduce you to my girlfriend. Everyone, this is Charnie.” Zayn’s says, put his arms around a petit girl with crazy afro hair. An awkward silence follows him, while Harry just carries on staring at me in shock.

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“Hey Haz. Saw you come in here, just thought I’d introduce you to my girlfriend. Everyone, this is Charnie.” Zayn’s says, put his arms around a petit girl with crazy afro hair. An awkward silence follows him, while Harry just carries on staring at me in shock.

　

+CHARLOTTE’S POV+

　

I collapse onto the sofa feeling like utter crap. It felt horrible kissing another guy in front of Harry, but I guess he doesn’t know it was me. I also felt horrible using Louis, I know he’s single, him and Becky going their separate ways, so I wouldn’t be causing him any guilt, but I still feel bad. Why did I ever think this would make me feel better?

I hear a knock on the door, and open it to find Louis stood there.

“Look, Cacy. I totally don’t like you that way.” He says, standing awkwardly.

“Oh, don’t worry about it Louis. I don’t like you like that either. I’m sorry, can we just forget it ever happened?” I ask, smiling.

He cheers up straight away.

“Oh, great!” He grins.

“You want to come watch some tv? I’m kind of lonely.” I ask, opening my door wide to let him in when he nods.

　

I turn my tv on and we’re about 5 minutes into friends, when my door slams open.

　

+HELEN’s POV+

　

I stand awkwardly, looking between Harry, Laura, Zayn, and this new girl, Charnie.

“Erm Zayn, sorry but can we do this later. Kind of busy at the mo. But nice meeting you Charnie.” I say, smiling at her nervous expression. Her and Zayn back out of the room quickly.

As soon as the door shuts, Harry bursts.

“Well!?”

“Charlotte is Cacy Colt. She’s the one who’s judging The X Factor, the one who put you through you’re audition, and she’s the bitch that purposefully snogged Louis in the corridor just to get at me.” Laura snaps.

“It was Charlotte who was just snogging Louis?” Harry repeats, dumbly.

“Yessss!” I say, exasperated. Jesus it’s not rocket science.

　

Harry turns on his heel and leaves the room, his fists clenched.

“Good one Laura!” I hiss, “way to break it to him.”

“She deserves worse.” Laura says, before disappearing out of the door in a huff. It’s just me left in the toilets. I sit on the counter, thinking over todays events. Christ, it was like a bad episode of Eastenders.

　

+LOUIS’ POV+

　

Suprisingly, being alone with Cacy wasn’t awkward. We actually got along pretty well. The door suddenly flew open, and leaning back to look over my shoulder, I saw Harry fuming in the doorway.

“Alright Haz? What’s up?” I ask, turning back to watch friends as he makes his way over. I suddenly feel a push on the back, and sprawl to the floor. Wtf?

Turning onto my back, I look up to see Harry standing over me.

“What the hell mate?” I ask, pushing myself up into a sitting position. I look back up at him, only to recieve a punch in the nose. Groaning, I reach up to feel the blood dripping down.

“What the fuck?” I ask, jumping up and back when he starts towards me again. “What have I done?” I ask in horror.

“Harry! Stop! What you doing?” I hear Cacy shout, running over and pulling Harry back.

“Get off me Charlotte.” He growls, and she lets go, standing in shock. While I just lean against the wall, confused as hell.

“Why’d you punch me?” I ask again.

“You kissed my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend.” He growls, and I just shake my head, denying what I know can’t be true.

“What? No I didn’t, I haven’t seen her in weeks, since when we stayed at yours!” I shout.

“No, she is Charlotte.” Harry shouts. I just look between him and Cacy, what the hell is going on. Then Cacy takes her wig off. What? Cacy wears a wig? I look at her again, trying to see past the piles of makeup she’s wearing, and sure enough, I see Charlotte.

“Shit!” I exclaim. “Harry, mate, I didn’t know. Anyway, she kissed me.” I babble on.

　

Harry seems to deflate before me.

“I know she did. I knew you’d never kiss her, you don’t like her that way. I guess I just flipped when I saw you in here with her.” He says, looking down at the floor.

“Hey, it’s alright.” I pat him on the back. “It’d be brill if you got me a tissue though?” I say.

“Oh yeah, corse.” He says, running into the bathroom, while Charlotte or Cacy, I don’t even know what I’m supposed to call her now, directs me to the couch. My nose stings like a bitch.

　

+NIALL’s POV+

　

I wandered the corridors, feeling like an absolute loner. Where the hell was everyone? Zayn had gone to pick Charnie up from the train station, so those two were probably busy making out, but where the hell was everyone else? Walking into our dressing room, I see Liam on the couch making out with someone. I slam the door shut, and they pull apart. I see it’s Abbie from the other girlband, Stolen Hearts. I wave at her.

“Don’t bother yourself it’s only me.” I sigh, sitting on the other couch.

“Wolf’s out of the bag now.” Liam whispers, and I hear Abbie giggle. “Niall, haven’t you got something else to do?” Liam groans, as I turn the tv on, making myself comfortable.

“I’m sorry for ruining the moment, but I have nothing to do. I can’t find anyone.” I complain.

“Well, why don’t you go Nando’s or something?” Liam suggests. My tummy rumbles at just the mention of it, I hadn’t realised I was hungry. I jump up.

“Ok.” I say, leaving the room, and heading for the exit.

　

+KATE’s POV+

　

Typical, my birthday and I have to spend my afternoon with my misfit of a family. Luckily, my friends are meeting me afterwards to watch the X Factor live.

First there’s my mum. Total exercise freak, never stops moving, hardly ever sits down. Then there’s my dad. He collects toy planes? My little sister, it can take her hours just to tell a simple story about how her day went, and my brother. I won’t even get started on him. He’s 18 years old and works at the Teddy Bear factory. I don’t believe he’ll ever grow up.

　

As it’s my birthday, my parents have let me choose where we could eat out. I’ve chosen Nando’s. I’ve never been before here, and wanted to try it out. According to Niall Horan it’s amazing, so I figured it must be pretty decent to be in his good books.

　

My sister had just got started on a story about how this girl from her class, Lucy May, who has a pet rabbit, had said to her in English lesson today… blah blah blah, when I excused myself to go to the toilet.

There were some really interesting people in the place, one guy was sat in robes, as if he belonged in Harry Potter or something. I was too busy staring at him, to notice the guy walking my way. I bumped straight into him, his arms fluttered trying to keep hold of all the take-away food threatening to fall from his grasp. His phone, obviously the thing that had pre-occupied him, flew at my face. I stumble, my eyes blacking out for a second, before I regain my balance, and my sight, to look into beautiful blue eyes for a split second. The most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life. Then the headache kicks in.

“Ah shit.” I groan, massaging my forehead. I bend down to pick his phone up off the floor. It’s a blackberry, the same phone as Niall Horan has. I stand up, looking at the floor nervously.

“Here you go.” I say, passing him the phone.

“Thanks, I’m sorry if I hurt your head, I was too busy texting to check where I was going.” He apoligises in an Irish accent.

“You’re Irish?” I ask, looking up. I wish I hadn’t, my jaw drops and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t an attractive look.

“Yeah, I am.” He says, manouevring his pile so he has a free hand. “I’m Niall,” He says, reaching for my hand, still frozen from when he’d taken his phone.

“I’m Kate.” I half whisper, half squeak.

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC- Part 26!

+NIALL’s POV+

　

I grin at her, then quickly pull my hand away, grabbing all the food still threatening to topple over. Spilling food from Nando’s would be a crime.

“Well, it was nice meeting you.” I say, starting to head towards the door.

“Wait!” Kate shouts and I turn around to look at her questioningly. “Erm, erm.” She struggles, before getting saved by Helen, who strides through the doors.

“Nialler, come on, you’re going to miss rehearsals. All the boys are waiting.” She says, stopping to smile at Kate. I just stand still.

“Oh, yeah. Ok.” I say, leaving, waving to them as I walk through the door.

　

+KATE’s POV+

　

“Shit, did I really just meet Niall Horan? Then I just let him leave. Damn” I whisper aloud.

“Yep, guessing you’re a fan?” The girl asks from beside me, I’d forgotten she was standing there.

“Yes. I’m going the show later, it’s my 17th birthday present.” I grin.

“Oh, it’s your birthday!” She gasps, noticing my badge for the first time. “You know what, I can think of something better than just watching the live show.” She winks. “I’m Helen by the way.”

“I’m Kate.” I say, smiling at her.

“Who you here with?” She asks, and I point out my family. She walks over to them, leaving me standing near the exit of Nando’s like a loner.

　

I follow after her, swiftly. By the time I’ve gotten to the table, after having to wait for waiters and chatting couples to get past, she’s finished talking and turns towards me ready to leave.

“Say bye!” She grins, grabbing my hand.

“Bye?” I ask, giving my family a look as if to say ‘WTF?’. I have no idea what’s going on. They all just grin and wave, as Helen leads me out.

　

We get onto the street, and I follow her as she turns this way and that, heading God knows where. We stop at traffic lights, waiting for the red glowing human to turn green.

“I’m sorry, but where the fuck are we going?” I ask. She turns to me grinning.

“X Factor studio’s ofcourse.” She grins, before running across the road, the lights having changed. I peg it after her, reaching her just in time to hear her say. “Hurry up, the boys will be rehearsing soon.” Boys? As in ‘The One Direction Boys?’ Oh Jesus Christ. Meeting Niall was amazing enough, I don’t think I’d be able to cope with meeting them all.

　

+HARRY’s POV+

　

I look at a chalk mark on the wall, anything but to catch her gaze. We sit in awkward silence, Louis having gone off to the nurse.

“I guess I should explain.” She says, and I shake my head.

“What is there to explain? Apart from the fact you’ve been lying to me for years, you’re not who I thought you were, and you just snogged my best friend in front of me.” I hiss, glaring at the mark, as if that was the thing that was pissing me off.

“I saw you snog my best friend.” She snaps, and I feel my fists clench involuntarily. I cling to the sofa, trying to keep my calm.

“Yes, but I didn’t PLAN to kiss her. You did it purposefully, to get back at Laura. You planned it. Me and Laura just happened, and right now, I’m not regretting it one damn bit.” That shuts her up. My gaze doesn’t move, so I don’t know she’s left the room until the door slams shut. I relax, leaning back into the sofa, as I glance around the empty room. Looking onto the table infront of me, I see a note addressed to me. She’s lost her mind if she thinks I’m reading it. I get up and leave for the stage, dropping the note in the bin by the door. I glance at my watch and pick up speed. Great, 2 weeks in and I’m already late to a rehearsal.

　

+CHARLOTTE’s POV+

　

What a dick. A stupid, gorgeous, attractive dick, but still. As if I’d ever thought he’d know that it was me kissing Louis. If I’d thought that, I would never of done it, probably. I sit in the audience, watching the boys performance, seeing as my acts would be practising next. Obviously, I’ve redone my wig, and re-applied my makeup. Harry notices me sat there, he glares and I can tell he resents the fact I’m wearing a disguise.

　

+KATE’s POV+

　

Helen manages to get me into backstage. She must have good connections, because I didn’t have a ticket or wristband or anything. I knew that she’s friends with Niall, but who else? She takes me through doors and down corridors, and I’m suprised she doesn’t get lost. Eventually we arrive in a curtained area. She peels back a curtain and moves so I can see. The first thing I notice is the thousands of empty seats in the arena, then someone starts to sing, and I look to the stage to see One Direction performing. They burst into the chorus of My Life would suck without you, and I die a little inside. Even without the loud music, gimicks and the amazing atmosphere that comes with an audience, they sound amazing. I could of listened to them all day, but soon enough they finished and were dismissed from the stage.

I sighed, they’d stay on the stage 24/7 if it were up to me. Turning around, I leant back, leaning on what I thought was a wall, and had ofcourse forgotten was a curtain. I waved my arms about as I fell back, to be caught at the last second, by two guys with strong arms. Looking up into the gorgeous eyes of Mr Horan and Tomlinson, I felt utter bliss. Best Birthday Ever.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 27

　

I stared into their eyes, feeling as if i’d die and gone to heaven. Then the embarassment of what I’d just done kicked in. I’d just leant onto a curtain, and fell through it. I could feel my cheeks burning, as they both lifted me up.

“You ok?” I heard a Yorkshire accent ask. I nodded, trying to clear my head.

“You sure?” An Irish accent questioned. I don’t know which one I found the hottest.

“Yeh, I’m fine.” I smiled.

“Ok, well we’re going to our dressing room to chill before tonight. You girls coming?” Niall asked, pointing over to where Harry, Zayn and Liam were already wandering off.

“Yeh, whatever.” Helen said, and with that they all set off. I shook my legs, checking I could actually move them, then followed behind them.

　

We hung out watching tv, and dancing to music like goons. I exchanged numbers with Helen and she invited me to come along to the results show tomorrow. I looked at the boys, unsure. Would they really want me there again?

“Yeh, you should come! it’s a good atmosphere.” Niall grins, and I join in. Yey! I’ll be seeing them again.

　

Helen drags me off to the toilets, before we make our way to our seats. While I wash my hands in the sink, Helen jumps onto the counter.

“Come on then, spill. I know you like Nialler.” She winks.

“Well… he’s gorgeous.” I start, a little aprehensive. I hardly know this girl. She waits patiently, just giving me that look, until I spill all. “I’ve kind of been in love with him since I saw his audition. He’s even more good looking, funny and amazing in real life.”

“I knew it!” She screams, stepping down and jumping around a little.

“I bet he has a girlfriend or something though…” I sigh, hoping she’ll correct me, and she does.

“You kidding? he’s the most single pringle person I’ve ever met. Infact, I haven’t actually seen him alone with a girl.” she giggles. “I am so acting cupid!”

　

An announcement then rings through the speakers, saying that show will begin in five minutes. Helen takes me out to our front row seats. Amazingly, the seats are just infront of my friends. I’d texted them to explain why I wouldn’t be joining them, they’d been disappointed, so this had worked at perfectly well.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I went out to join Helen in the audience, to find my usual seat taken.

“Hi?” I asked.

“Oh Laura, this is Kate. I thought I’d let her sit here, it’s her birthday.” Helen explained.

“Oh ok. I guess I’ll just watch from the stands.” I groaned, before stomping off. I didn’t really care if I looked like a child having a paddy. Harry was pissed off with me, Louis hadn’t spoken to me, and the only thing I could find to comfort me was food, which means I was piling on pound after pound. Great.

　

+CHARLOTTE’s POV+

　

The boys performed last and were amazing, as per usual. Then Dermot came back onto the stage.

“Ok. Got a bit of a suprise for you all. There isn’t going to be a double elimination tomorrow. No. Instead, there’s going to be an elimination TONIGHT, as well as tomorrow.” He announced, gasps sounded all around the arena. “The lines are now open, and you only have ONE hour to vote. So crack on! We’ll be back after The Bachelor.”

　

I hurried backstage, ready to comfort my acts. Aiden, Matt and Paije were suprisingly calm, only Nicolo was panicking. He had every right too, he’d been in the bottom three last week, but FYD and John Adeleye had gone.

“You’ll be fine!” I tried to reasure him, but he was having none of it, walking off to his dressing room in a huff. Everyone backstage was worried, I could see Nicole, with her girls, some of them crying, others looking as though they were about to. I could see One Direction pacing around at the back. I noticed Harry run his hands through his hair, nervously, and automatically stepped towards him. I stopped still when I remembered that I wasn’t welcome there any more.

　

I sat in a chair and worried away the next hour, before having to make an appearance again in public. I sat down in my judges seat and waited for Dermot to appear. He soon came and called all the acts back onto the stage.

“In no particular order. The acts going through to tomorrows elimination are…” I crossed my fingers under the table. Please be Matt and One Direction. Even though me and Harry aren’t together, I still love him and want him to do well.

“Aiden Grimshaw… Rebecca Ferguson… Stolen Hearts… Storm Lee… Katie Waissel… Wagner… Diva Fever… Mary Byrne… Cher Lloyd… Matt Cardle… And, Treyc Cohen. Which means, One Direction and Nicolo Festa will be singing again and the judges will vote on who will be leaving the competition. Boys, do you want to go backstage and get ready? We’ll be seeing their performances after this short break.” All the acts had left the stage by the time I’d realised what had just happened.

　

I’d have to vote between my own act and the guy I love. Actual FML. I banged my head on the table. There wasn’t really any question who I was going to choose… was there?

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 28

　

+HARRY’s POV+

　

Bottom two? Bottom two? How could this happen? How could we lose out to Wagner? BLOODY WAGNER? Surely we performed better than him? And we have to go out and perform again. Oh Jesus, I don’t think I can do it. I think I’m going to be sick. I’ve never felt this bad in my life.

　

Waiting behind the doors as Nicolo performed is heart-wrenching. What if we do really bad? What if we don’t get through? I know we haven’t got Charlotte/Cacy’s vote. It’s her act, and she hates me. If she can’t trust me enough to tell me who she is, then she can’t love me enought to put us through at her expense.

　

We go out and perform. I close my eyes, savouring the moment, never wanting to forget what it’s like to sing to an audience this big. Too soon, the song ends and we finish singing. I look around at the boys, blurry eyed, to see tears in their eyes. It can’t be the end, it just can’t. Dermot calls Nicolo back onto the stage and then comes over to join us. I put my arms around Louis and Liam, and the other boys join in. We’re a tight pack, I can’t even begin to think what life will be like without these boys.

　

Dermot takes over while I try to stop the tears from appearing.

“Your votes please judges!”

　

Simon: “Boys, you have done me so proud. You sang amazingly both times, you have so much potential, and you’re a joy to be around. You’re the only group I’ve been able to watch and think. ‘You know what, they could win this competition’, over ALL the years of X Factor. Which is why, this is no hard decision for me. Dermot, I’m putting through my act, One Direction.”

　

I don’t take in his compliments. All I hear him say is “I’m putting through One Direction.” My heart does a somersault, we’re one vote up, we only need two more votes.

　

Nicole: “One Direction, I love you boys, you know I do. You’re all incredibly gorgeous, and can sing. However, Nicolo, I think you have something different to offer to the competition. You interest me, so I’m going to give you a chance. The act I’m going to put through is Nicolo.”

　

I try not to glare at the bitch, I fail. Now we need both Louis and Cacy to vote for us, to definitely go through. The chances of that are slim.

　

Louis: “Nicolo, I agree with Nicole that you’re different and there’s something interesting about you.”

My heart drops. That’s it, we’re out.

“However, as I’ve been saying all along. One Direction, you boys have the potential to be the next big british boyband. I believe you could go so far, I’m suprised you’re even here in the bottom two boys. So Dermot, my vote is for One Direction.”

　

I grin, mouthing my thanks to Louis, my smile soon falters when I remember that it’s Cacy who decides our fate. Louis squeezes my shoulder in reasurance. I hadn’t actually realised I’m shaking.

　

Cacy: “Nicolo, you’ve been amazing to mentor, you’re open to anything, you work hard, and you’re a nice guy. One Direction, you’ve been one of my favourites since bootcamp. It was my idea to put you boys together, because I thought you’d work well, and I was right. You go together amazingly. You’ve got the looks, the voice, the personality, everything a boyband needs. You’re the perfect boyband! I can’t believe you’re actually in the bottom two. This is like my worst nightmare.” She sobs, before resting her head on the desk in front of her.

　

Dermot: “Cacy I really do need your vote now.”

　

Cacy lifts her head up, and I see she’s crying. I see her glance between us and Nicolo, then look straight at me. She looks at me for a few seconds, then her jaw sets.

　

Cacy: “Nicolo, I’m sorry, but I think One Direction have more potential. I know I’m probably the first person ever to vote out their own act, the press can say whatever the hell they want about me, but I guess I just don’t care about winning. One Direction have my vote.”

　

The next thing I know, I’m being smothered in hugs from the boys. I just stand still, the shock not having worn off.

“HARRY, WE’RE THROUGH!” Louis shouts, gripping me in a man hug, and it sets in, I hug him back before jumping onto the other boys. I look out into the audience, for the one girl I want to celebrate this with, and apoligise to. But she isn’t there.

　

I shout “Thankyou!” down Dermot’s microphone, then run off the stage. I burst through the curtain, into backstage, and there she is, just stood there, her back facing me.

I walk over, and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around, her facing looking startled when she realises it’s me. I bend down and kiss her. Fireworks erupt and I can’t get enough, I run my fingers through her hair, but it doesn’t feel right, I pull away. I realise why, she’s wearing a wig. Grabbing her hand, I pull her down the corridors into my dressing room. We sit on the sofa, just kissing, no questions asked. Afterwards, I pull her onto my lap and cuddle her close. All is forgiven, so it seems.

　

“We need to talk about all this.” Charlotte whispers, her head on my shoulder.

“Oh yeah. Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, looking down at my hands around her waist. I don’t like the thought of her not trusting me.

“Didn’t you read my note?” She asks.

“Erm…” I say, looking at her apologetically.

“Which bin is it in?” She sighs, jumping up.

“The one by the door.”

She walks over and pulls it out, before coming back to sit onto my knee and reading it aloud to me.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 29

　

+CHARLOTTE’s POV+

　

I look down at the paper and begin to read.

“Harry, for years I’ve been living a lie. My parents used to tell me, ‘it’s not lying, it’s just not telling them the whole truth’, but recently I’ve come to understand that they were talking total shit. Not only have I hurt myself by not being able to trust anyone around me, it’s dawned on me that I’ve been hurting all the amazing people in my life, without them knowing it. What are friends for, if it’s not to tell them everything? I wish I’d had the nerve to of always been honest with you, to of been truthful, like any decent girlfriend should be. Yes, my parents have drilled into me the fact that telling people my secret would be too great a risk, and I’d love to be able to put the full blame on them. But at the end of the day, it’s my life and my choices. I could of told you anytime, but I was scared. Scared that you’d see me differently. Scared that you’d prefer the Cacy part of me, and decide that you wanted to date her instead. I knew that if that ever happened, then my secret would be out, as people would find out you were two-timing me, and I’d have to admit that the other girl you’re dating is myself, if that even makes sense? Even as Cacy, I never once cheated on you, Louis in the corridor earlier was the closest I’ve been to a guy that isn’t you in years, and that was just to get back at Laura.

　

As for the baby. I found out I was pregnant mere days before we were due to go to the judges houses. I was pissed at my parents for suggesting abortion, and just so upset that I couldn’t tell you, I slipped going up the stairs. When I next woke up, my mum told me I’d had a miscarriage, but the Doctor told me the truth. My parents had given permission for me to have an abortion, because ‘they didn’t want there to be any chance of me being hurt because of the baby’, that’s a load of crap. They should didn’t want me to ge cold feet on the whole abortion idea, and ruin my career. I had no choice in the matter, I was unconcious. Those leaflets were in my room so if I had side-effects, I’d know if they’re normal. I know that it doesn’t make much difference. As much as I’d like to believe that I’d of stood up to my parents and management, I probably would of ended up with an abortion anyway. I know you’re annoyed I didn’t tell you about either of the things, pregnancy or abortion, but I didn’t see the need. Just because I was depressed by the happenings, why should I drag you into it and make you upset too? It would of also meant telling you about the Cacy side of me, which I was too scared to consider.

　

I’m sorry for all the hurt I’ve caused you. I hope you’ll forgive me, even if it’s not now, I hope one day. I love you Harry Edward Styles, always will do.” I finish reading off the letter, and look up into his eyes. “Give me another chance to prove it to you?” At first his face is expressionless, then he gives a weak smile, kissing me softly.

“I guess I should of read the letter…” He giggles. “Would of saved me from putting chilli in Louis’ underpants.”

　

I jump up. “What?” I ask, hoping he’s joking. He grins sheepishly. “As if! Come on, we better go find him.” I head for the door.

“Forgetting something?” Harry asks, holding the wig in one hand.

“Nah, for tonight I’ll be Charlotte, Cacy’s gone home.” I wink, and he grins, barging to the door and taking my hand as we go look for Louis.

　

We head towards the boys other dressing room, where all their clothes are. Just before we reach the door I hear a loud groan, followed by a manly screech of “Ah, what the fuck?”

I burst through the door, screeching “don’t put on the boxers!” to find Louis stood there, boxers by his ankle’s, totally exposed.

“Ah Charlotte, what the hell? Get out?” He cries, trying desperately to cover his manhood. Harry sidles in, looking apologetically at Louis, until he notices me stood there, staring in horror at the sight. I feel his hands cover my eyes, and I relax. Oh God, I’m never going to be able to look Louis in the eye again.

“Close your eyes.” Harry says, and I do so, just in time as I feel his hands disappear. A second later, his voice appears again. “You can look now.” I open my eyes to see Louis standing there, a towel around his waist. I look at the floor awkwardly, then Louis groans again. “Shit, it burns.”

“Harry go get a tub of water and a sponge or cloth or something, Louis sit down.” I order. Harry runs into the bathroom, and I hear the tap running, Louis makes his way over to the sofa, but half way there he hisses, and winces, the towel falling off his jerked hips. He doesn’t look like he’s about to bend down to get the towel and cover himself back up anytime time soon. So, my eyes only open slightling, so as to see the towel, I bend down to pick it up.

　

“*Gasp*” I turn around, could my life get any worse? I was knelt in front of my naked friend, who’s a guy, him not even bothering to hold his business while he bites his knuckles in pain, when my other friend happens to walk in. A friend who just happens to love the guy it looks like I’m about to have sex with.

“Laura wait!” I shout, but it’s too late, she’s already turned on her heel and ran off.

“Laura?” Louis groans, opening his eyes. I nod, and he looks down at where I’m knelt right in front of him, it doesn’t look like a very innocent position. “Shit.”

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 30

　

Harry comes out, heaving a sink tub full of water.

“Who was doing the shouting?” He asks, sidling over to Louis. “Sorry mate.” He apoligises. Louis just shakes his head and stays silent, snatching the cloth.

“Erm, I guess I better, er leave.” I say, edging towards the door.

“Errr yeh. Who was shouting?” Harry asks, shifting around awkwardly while Louis winces.

“Erm, Laura. She kinda saw me bent down getting the towel while Louis was kind of naked.” I say, trying to make it sound as innocent as it was.

“Laura…?” He asks, and he curses when I nod.

“Oh God, you better go find her!” He groans, his eyes all panicky.

“I’ll find her tomorrow and speak to her. It’s late and I just want to go to bed.” I say, feeling my eyes starting to droop at just the thought of sleep.

“No go find her now!” Harry just about shouts, making me jump at the sound of authority in his voice.

“What, don’t tell me what to do? I don’t see why it can’t wait till tomorrow.” I say, frowning at him. All we need right now is to piss each other off.

“Don’t you get it? She’s hating life. She’s bulimic, she’s been depressed all day since she saw you two kissing, God only knows what she’s gonna feel like now. But if you’re selfish enough not to give a shit about her, I’ll go find her.” He says, walking past me towards the door.

“I didn’t know!” I say, grabbing his arm. He glares down at me before relaxing.

“Well you do now, so are you going to go find her?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah, ofcourse. I’ll ring you in 10 if I haven’t found her.” I say, running out of the room and heading towards the main hall, checking in every room I go past.

　

I look everywhere, but can’t find her. I ask the security guards, showing them a picture of us, but they say they havent seen her leave the building. I ring Harry.

“Harry, I can’t find her, I’m really worried, it was a really unfortunate position she saw me and Lou in.” I panic, banging doors as I walk past them, re-checking every room.

“Ok, I’m just at security to see if they can find her on CCTV. Keep looking, I’ll ring if I find anything.” He says, before hanging up.

　

Less than a minute later, my ringtone blares, scaring the life out of me.

“Hello.” I say, holding the speaker to my ear, the room I’m in blaring with music, Paije celebrating getting through.

“Charlotte, ————, where are you?” He asks, not bothering with small talk. I miss what he says in the middle.

“What? One second.” I say, trying to weave my way out of the room.

“No Charlotte, SHE’s ON THE FUCKING ROOF!” He shouts, and I drop the phone. Typical clumsy me, I grope on the floor, trying to find it under all the dancing feet.

“Harry, Harry.” I say, into the phone, hoping it still works.

“Get to the roof, hurry to the roof. Shit” Keeps repeating itself like a broken record. I discard my broken phone on the sofa, and run out of the room. Roof, roof. How the fuck do you get on the roof?

　

I run down the corridor until i find a door with a sign saying ‘Roof’ on it, I shake the handle before swinging the door open and running through.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I kick the little pebbles beneath my feet, watching them roll over and over, before dropping off the edge. I wish life were that easy. Pebbles get kicked, crushed and stood on, yet they stay intact. It’s a shame human’s aren’t as strong. I hear the door slam shut and turn around. I recognise her blonde hair before I can make out her face. The orange lamp attached to the floor isn’t the best of lights. She walks towards me, and I step backwards mirroring her footsteps.

“Stay back.” I say. It’s not as if I have the willpower to throw myself off the edge, but I still don’t want her near me.

“Come away from the edge, please. Come on, you can get over all this. The bulimia, everything.” Charlotte says, her voice sounds so caring that for a second I almost believe it. Just a second.

“Ha. Don’t act like you give a shit.” I snap.

“Are you doing this to get back at me or what? Cos I can assure you, you’ve got the attention you’ve been seeking.” She says, and I count to five in my head, calming myself down.

“And you don’t think I deserve some attention?” I ask. She stays silent.

　

“You haven’t stopped to think that attention’s what I’ve wanted for the past few years? That maybe I just want someone to notice me and the fact that I have feelings too?” I say.

“We do notice you.” She says.

“Yeah, but not how I feel, you don’t notice or care how I feel, none of you do. All I’ve had the last few years is people throwing their problems on me, making me burden their worries. Oh Laura, I’m worried about this, Oh Laura what about that? But no one ever cares to ask me how I’m feeling. What happened when Harry found out about you, oh that’s right, he came to me. It’s always fucking me. And it always backfires into me getting the blame for something. When you told me about you being Cacy Colt, Harry got pissed off with me, ME, even though Helen knew, it was ME he was pissed off with for not telling him. I was a good friend, I comforted Harry when he was upset, it’s not my fault he kissed me, but oh no, in your mind it is. In your mind I’m a heartless bitch out to steal everyone’s boyfriends. And no, I’m not a worldwide superstar, I don’t have a secret like that to worry about, and no I haven’t got the secret of an abortion to keep from my boyfriend, you know why? Cos I don’t have a frigging boyfriend, cos no guy ever see’s me that way. I’m just the shoulder to cry on, it was like that all through school, and it’s still like that now. You were the girl who all the guys fantasized about, Helen was the smart one, and I was the rubbish one. The one there to cheer you up if you were ever feeling down. The happy one who always tried her best to make everyone laugh and be happy, which, I might add, is impossible. You’d think I’d get some attention from my family, but no. Helen’s the one with the amazing grades, the outstanding CV. The one who’ll go on to college, no doubt to study law and make our parents proud. What do my parents have to be proud of me for? A certificate for volunteering at a children’s hospital maybe? But no, my parents don’t care about that. Did I get any money for it? No. So in their opinion it’s usless. I’m useless.” I stop, wiping away my tears. “Then, atlast, Louis seemed to show some interest in me. I don’t know why I ever hoped it’d turn into something, I mean, nothing ever does for me when you’re around. But you’ve hit a new low Charlotte. I don’t even want to know what I walked in on earlier, but kissing him? Really? Do you really hate me that much?” I finish, glaring over at her.

“B…b..but I had no idea you felt that way.” Charlotte replies, I see that she’s crying too. Then again, she’s always been a good liar.

　

“I hope you enjoyed my speech, nice to see you listen to my problems for once.” I say aloud, looking pointedly at the building behind which I know Harry, Louis and Helen are hiding.

They emerge, shuffling forward awkwardly.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 31

　

+HARRY’s POV+

　

Looking at Laura, you’d think she’s crazy, but all that she just said, well… none of it was lies really.

I look up into the dark sky, and can’t help but think that the rains not going to hold off much longer. A flash of light confirms my worst fears. Storm time. A second later the thunder claps… the lightning’s not far off then.

“Laura.” I hear Louis whisper, and turn to see him stepping ahead of the rest of us. I see Laura turn her glare onto him. Bad move mate, bad move.

“Abort, abort.” I whisper to him, trying to lighten the mood, I’m not suprised it doesn’t work.

“I’m sorry you had to see that earlier in the corridor, but I don’t have feelings for Charlotte, or Cacy whatever. And it totally wasn’t what it looked like earlier in the room. Harry had put chilli powder in my pants.” Louis said, wincing at the end, and shuffling uncomfortably. He hadn’t had time for a much needed shower yet.

Laura started laughing, grinning at me. I winked back at her, then she changed. It was as if someone had flipped a switch. Just seconds ago, she’d been bent over laughing, now she was stood back up straight, looking very pissed off.

　

“Please, all of you, just leave.” She said, turning back around to face the street. I knew it was going to happen, before it did. Louis jolted forward. He grabbed Laura from behind at the waist. She started to struggle as he pulled her back from the edge.

“Get off me Louis, I swear to God!” Laura was screeching.

“Just calm down, it’s only me.” He was repeating, trying to keep a hold of her. She’d managed to pull them both closer toward the edge.

“Only you, only fucking you.” Laura shouted, turning her head to face him. “I can’t think of anyone worse to be holding me right now Louis.” She said, before kicking her foot where it hurt Louis most. He fell backwards, groaning. He soon got back up though. Laura had moved closer to the edge, the anger clear as day on her face. He reached out towards her, but Laura hit his hand away.

“I’m warning you.” She said, waving her hand. Bloody hell, it looked as if she had some sort of taser.

“Wtf Laura?” I asked, staring at her in shock. Rain started to fall, dripping down my nose before dropping off the end.

“None of you know anything about what’s happened to me in the last few months Harry. None of you ever asked. Did you think I was just plain ill when I had those two weeks off school months ago? No I was traumatized, I was sick because every time I left the comfort of my room, I got scared. Scared it’d happen again, and I’d have no one to turn to, again. But I had to get over it, I had to stay strong, so I could be there for you lot to complain to about boyfriend problems or bad hair days. Do you know what it feels like to have a stranger treat you as if you’re his… his.. property. No you fucking don’t. You don’t think I have the right to carry this?” She cries hysterically, waving it at me. This is alot to take in. I carry on standing still, in shock. What did she mean? Was she raped or something? I was about to ask her, then I realised it was too late to ask, she wouldn’t tell me. She wouldn’t think I cared. “If you ever grab me from behind again, I swear down.” Laura threatens Louis, aiming the taser at him.

　

“Laura, what is this? We’re you’re friends.” Helen asks, and I can tell she’s as shocked as me. Laura doesn’t reply, and a silence falls over us, only broken by the clashes of thunder getting forever closer.

“Come on, we better go back in, the storms getting closer.” Charlotte says, moving over to me and slipping her hand in mine, she’s never liked thunder. I squeeze it, but Laura acts as though she never heard her.

“Laura, come on, we’ve got to go back inside.” I beg. She shakes her head, and I cover my eyes as the rain turns into hail.

　

Louis walks back over to us.

“You guys go back in, I’ll stay out here with her.” He says loudly, trying to be heard of the strong wind, pelting rain and steady drum of thunder.

“You sure?” I say.

He nods, “I have a plan.”

I pat him on the shoulder before dragging Charlotte toward the door, Helen stays where she is, indecisive as to what to do.

“Go on Helen, I’ve got this.” Louis shouts, heading back over to Laura.

　

+LOUIS’s POV+

　

I walk back over to Laura, who’s leant against the tall light post that casts light onto the street and car-park beneath us.

“Laura, come on, back inside.” I shout, trying to focus on her through the sleet. I manage to glimpse her shake her head against the post. “Please, I’m your friend, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You should know that.” I say.

Laura scoffs. “That’s just it Louis. I’m your FRIEND, nothing more than that. I’m just fed up of life. Fed up of being lonely, annoyed that my only glimpse of a relationship is getting molested by a perve. Do you know how bad that makes me feel? The only guy who takes any interest in me in as a perverse freak who no doubt could of added rapist to his CV if it wasn’t for the fact that I know how to defend myself.” She says, and it breaks my heart to see her crying so honestly.

“You don’t know you’re beautiful, that’s what makes you beautiful.” I know it sounds cheesy, it being the lyrics of our song, but it makes her smile, if even only for a second.

“I’m sorry you have to be a part of this.” She says sadly.

“I don’t mind.” I shrug.

She raises an eyebrow at me, looking around pointedly at the pelting rain and hail stones, and then at the state of my soaked through top. That’s when my attention goes to her clothes. She’s only wearing a skimpy dress, soaked to the core. I reach my hand out. “Please let’s go inside, before we both catch Pneumonia.” She looks at my hand for a few seconds, then down at the floor.

“I can’t go back and face them. They’re all going to hate me, I’m going to be a laughing stock.” She sighs. I become ever more concious of the loudness of the thunder, and the brightness of the flashes of lightning. Subconciously, I reach to grab her again, only stopping at the last second. I don’t want to make her scared, especially when the grounds this wet and slippy. We could both slip and fall off the edge.

“They don’t hate you. Sure, they’re a bit shocked and hurt, but they won’t hate you.” I say. She shrinks into the post, clinging to it tightly. I see her relax, and nod. I wait patiently for her to get up.

　

“Come on, I don’t kn…” I break off, a flash of lightning sparks above us, and panic rises within me as I see the flash hit the pole. “Laura!” I shriek, as the jolt passes down the pole and through into her body, making her body have jerk and her teeth jolt loudly. I grab her arm to try and pull her from the pole, but all I manage to do is get the most painful electric shock. I watch in horror, until the light disappears and Laura collapses into my arms, still jerking. It must of lasted only seconds, but watching someone jerk in pain, especially someone you care about dearly, scars you for life.

The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 32!　

+ABBIE’s POV+

　

Every week after the results show, me and Liam play on the PS3. Usually it’s moto GP (which I’m good at), but today he’s put Fifa 10 on. I place the remote beside me, giving in. He scores again before noticing that I’m not even attempting to stop him.

“What’s up?” He asks, putting the game on pause.

“This is a rubbish game.” I moan.

“Only cos Im winning.” He grins. I shrug my shoulders.

“It’s still stupid.”

He laughs at me, before pulling me against his chest, tickling my ribs. “You sure you don’t want to play.” I shake my head. Screaming when he tickles me more. But I’m stubborn, I’m not giving in. I run around the sofa, away from him. He chases me around it a few times before the door bursts open.

“Liam, Abbie, Louis’ gone to hospital with Laura, we’re following in the minivan, if you’re coming you better hurry, Harry’s panicking.” Zayn says, before disappearing.

I stop giggling and share a look with Liam. He reaches for me, but this time I let him, grabbing his hand as we hurry out of the door.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I have the strangest dream. It’s not much of a dream, as I can’t see anything, all I can do is hear. I hear Louis, talking to me, telling me what I’ve wanted to hear. Even though I know it’ll depress me when I wake up and none of it’s true, I want to play along. But I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t do anything.

“C’mon Laura, you can get through this. You need to get through this. She is going to get through this right?” He says, and I hear a woman answer “Maybe, she’s badly burnt and the electric passing through her body but extensive strain on her heart and lungs, we’ve just given her oxygen for now, but things could turn for the worse.”

Why is she interrupting my dream? I moan to myself, I was fine just listening to Louis’ voice.

“Oh God. Laura, you’ve gotta pull through ok. You’ve got to. I really like you, ok. Sure, you’re life’s a bit messed up, but I want to help you through it. Just get better so I can ok.” Louis says, and I guess, squeezes my hand. But instead of this action being soothing, it sets off a shooting pain through my hand. It feels like it’s on fire. I try to scream and suprisingly it works. Suddenly the pressure is released from my hand and shouts of and scurrying sounds. But I take no notice of that. I just try and bear the pain until I can hear and feel no more.

　

+LOUIS’ POV+

　

I squeeze Laura’s hand, hoping she’ll show me some sign that she’s ok. It has the opposite effect, she starts screaming.

“What did you do?” The paramedic shouts, turning round to me in the back of the ambulance.

I shrug my shoulders, “I squeezed her hand?” I say.

“Stupid, have you not seen the burns? Do you not realise how much that must hurt, no wonder she’s woken up.” The woman says, before rummaging through cupboards, emerging with a needle and heading towards Laura.

“Wtf?” I start forward. She gives me a look and I halt in my steps. She stops Laura from struggling before injecting her, Laura goes perfectly still again. Deadly still, and I don’t like it.

　

+HELEN’s POV+

　

We’re all seated in the minivan, then Liam and Abbie arrive, there’s only one seat left. They stand around, unsure of what to do.

“What you fucking doing? My sisters in hospital, are you getting in or what?” They step in, bending over while the door shuts. They hover around the spare seat. “Liam sit her on your bloody knee for christs sake.” I snap, and they do so, quickly. They must realise that I’m not in the mood for their silly games.

　

The journey’s quite a long one, and I spend the whole time staring at my phone, willing for Louis to ring with some news, but he doesn’t.

“Relax Helen, she’ll be ok.” Harry whispers, putting his arm around me.

“How can you say that Harry? She hasn’t been ok for months and we haven’t even noticed.” I say, hiding my face, and tears, against his chest. He doesn’t reply, he has nothing to say. Neither of us have anything to say that could explain ourselves.

　

Pulling up to the hospital, the doors are open and I’m out before the drivers even cut the engine. I run through the entrance and head straight to reception, but I don’t get there. I run into Louis stood pacing in the middle of the room. He turns around and notices it’s me.

Tears start to fall.

“Louis… what?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Her heart monitor cut off, they hurried off with her, they won’t let me see her. They said they’d send a doctor as soon as there’s news, but they haven’t. They said the lightning could of singed her internal organs, that she could have internal bleeding. Helen, what if she has?” Louis says, and I hug him. The others come in and see us standing there, hugging each other, crying together. I’m not suprised they’d think the worst, but I didn’t think Niall would be stupid enough to say it out loud.

“Is she dead?” We all turn to look at him sharply, the worst part is none of us know.

+ *The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 33* +

　

　

+JADE’s POV+

　

Collecting my notepad from the desk, I leave the room and head towards the waiting room. I’ve been sent to deliver the news, newbies always get the hard jobs. I enter the room to find it full, every chair taken up by teenagers, only a few years younger than me.

　

I clear my throat and they all look up. Suddenly all I see is 5 gorgeous faces staring at me, 2 of them crying. My jaw drops. One Direction? Seriously? A few hours ago, I was watching them in the staffroom while on my break, and now they’re sat in front of me. Then I realise that they’re all waiting for me to tell them the news. Silencing the sentence of “OMGGG! You’re One Direction” that was swirling around my brain, ready to be spoken, I take a more proffessional approach.

“Hi, I’m Jade, and I’m the nurse who has been helping out with Laura. Fortunately Doctor Stevens can find no terminal problems at present. Laura just seems to be in shock and suffering from severe burns. I’m sure that you’re aware that she may have internal bleeding, but we’re not aware as to whether she does. All will become clearer as she wakes up. There may be possible brain-damage, her organs might fail, or she could be perfectly ok. We just don’t know at this time.” I get no reply. I’m not really suprised. That was hardly the God-send they’d been waiting for. “Doctor Stevens will be along in a few minutes.” I say, before turning to leave the room.

　

“Thankyou.” I hear someone say, and turning around I notice it’s the girl leaning against Louis. She looks heartbroken, and totally distraught. I nod towards her, then leave the room. Before leaving the corridor, I hear a girls sobbing and am happy I left. Seeing people cry is one of the worse parts of my job.

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I wake up to a silent room. Weakly lifting my arm to the metal bar beside me, I grib it with my hand, before instantly letting it go, crying out in pain. Shit, that hurt. As my eyes adjust, I focus on my hands and find that they’re heavily bandaged. And I still feel pain? I look back at the metal bar. Metal bar? Now why does that ring a bell, and what happened to my hand? I hear muffled mumbles from outside the door, and using my elbows to lever myself up, I try my best to see who it is. I finally give up, and lay back down. The voices carrying on mumbling, but my throat is too dry for me to call to them. I look around the bed until I find a red button. Using my foot, I nudge it, and almost instantly an alarm sounds. That doesn’t happen in movies? In movies a light just appears at reception so they know that assistance is needed. So why the hell do I get an alarm?

　

It has the desired effect though, as the figures burst into the room.

“Laura?!” One of them shouts, running to my side.

“Hello, handsome!” I whisper hoarsely, looking pointedly at the glass of water by my side. Ofcourse, Louis’ lack of know-how means that he has no clue at what I was hinting at. Harry got it though. He picks up the glass and tilts it to my lips. I close my eyes as I swallow the soothing liquid. I’ve never tasted anything so refreshing in my life. I hear Louis saying “She’s fine”, and open my eyes to see him waving panicked nurses out of the room, before turning my alarm off.

　

“Thanks Harry.” I smile, and he breaks into a grin.

“Don’t ever scare me like that ever again curls.” He says, stroking my cheek.

I giggle, then look down at the bed. “So, erm… what actually happened?” I ask. Louis and Harry share a look, both a little bewildered. I don’t think they’d been expecting this outcome.

　

“Well… lightning hit a pole that you were holding on to, and you got electricuted.” Harry states, and I glance at my hands, that explains them.

“Ok. What was I doing clinging to a pole?”

　

+HARRY’s POV+

　

This was going to be alot harder than I expected.

“How much do you remember?” I ask.

She sits silent for a moment, clearly trying her hardest to remember things.

Then suddenly her jaw sets and she glances over at Louis.

“I… I remember walking in on Louis naked and… Charlotte?” She says, looking straight at me.

Ah, now this was awkward.

“Ok, well… Erm. Louis, you can explain this one.” I say, before quickly exiting the room. Atleast this distracted Laura from asking why she was on the roof. I’d rather not recall what was said there tonight.

+*The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 34*+

　

+LAURA’s POV+

　

I lean around the corner of the bed to watch the door swing shut behind Harry. Ok, now this was awkward.

“Laura?” I hear Louis say, and turn back around to face him, my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What you saw was nothing ok! Harry chilli-powdered my pants, and Charlotte was just helping me out. I didn’t purposefully flash her, I just wasn’t aware about what was going on! Chilli powder really stings you know!” He says, laughing. I purse my lips, debating whether or not to believe him.

“But you kissed in the corridor…” I say, trying to make him see how I have every right to be suspicious.

“Look, I don’t like Charlotte ok. She’s a lovely girl, but she’s not for me!” Louis bursts, impatiently pacing beside my bed. I instinctly reach my hand out to grab his, momentarily forgetting my burns. I grasp his fingers, before recoiling mine and gasping in pain.

　

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Louis asks, spinning quickly around and surveying me.

“Yeah, just my hands.” I moan, still wincing at the shooting pains.

“Oh right.” He says, and moves to sit in the chair beside my bed.

“You know, it really hurts me seeing you in pain…” He starts.

“I know, I could hear you in the ambulance.” I smile, looking up at him.

“Oh, then you’ll of heard me say that I really like you. I meant it, and that I want to help you through this, and everything else.” He says, stroking my cheek. I smile at him, feeling my tears welling up. Then his words repeat in my ears.

“Wait… what do you mean everything else?” How much had I said during this period of time that I can’t even remember. I see Louis shuffle in the chair nervously. “Lou?” I ask in dread.

“You kind of said that no one cares about you, and really enlightened us on how badly you’ve been feeling and coping lately.” He says. I hide my face in my lap, remembering that I can’t risk hiding my face in my hands, the pain would be too great.

“Is that all?” I mumble against my knees.

“Yeah, that’s about it.” He shrugs, I look into his eyes and he looks away. I could question him and pressure him into telling me the truth, but I decide that I’d rather not know what I said.

　

“Oh jees.” I whisper, lifting my head up.

“It’s ok, everyone’s fine with you, you should see the amount of people in the waiting room, all the boys, Charlotte, Abbie and ofcourse, Helen. We all love you, and you shouldn’t forget that.” He says, turning my face so I’m looking straight at him. I decide to go out on a whim and guess that there was an underlining message in what he’d said.

“And you love me?” I ask, smiling what I hope was a sweet smile, but I probably ended up resembling the posessed person off paranormal activity. He doesn’t answer straight away, and I pull my eyes away from his, looking down at my bandaged hands.

His fingers trail down from my cheek to my chin, tilting my head so I have no choice but to look at him.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” My brain goes A-WOL and all of a sudden the only thoughts going through my head are one’s of rejoice. I grin, he wipes away the tears from my cheeks, caused by both happiness and sorrow.

He leans in and my lips meet his. Our mouths move together, like a jigsaw, perfectly matched. I automatically lift my hands towards his hair, but when I can’t feel anything I pull away, only to remember that the only thing I can feel right now is bandage. I sigh. “These are gonna be able to come off soon right?” I groan. He laughs, lifting me up and climbing onto the bed so I’m sat in between his legs. “I hope so.” He says, as I lean back onto his chest, loving the feel of Louis’ arms wrapped around me.

　

+TWO DAYS LATER+

　

I’ve finally been discharged. I sit on the edge of the bed while Louis packs everything into my holdall. I haven’t purposefully made Louis my servant, my hands are just pretty much useless and he doesn’t seem to mind helping me. He looks hot while he concentrates, folding up each piece of cloth almost perfectly. Seriously Louis, there’s no point. They’re going to crease like hell before I get home anyway. Just roll them in a ball and shove them in.

“You kidding? You can’t tell me that you manage to look as hot as you do, in creased clothes.” He winks, leaning down so our noses are touching. I giggle, still not used to all the compliments I’ve been getting the past few days. “Thought not.” He winks, pecking me on the lips, before going back to his folding. “You can go ahead anyways, I’m getting the bus back, you’re going with Charlotte.” Louis says, glancing over at me, I raise my eyebrows.

“Are you sure she’s ok with that. From what I’ve gathered I was a real bitch on the roof.” I whisper.

“How many times do I have to say it? Everyone’s forgiven you.” He groans.

“Yeah, you say that, but Charlotte hasn’t visited once yet.” I remind him.

“She wanted to give you time to cool off, and if there was a face off, she didn’t want it happening in a hospital.” He explains.

“Fine, fine.” I say, grabbing my phone. Well, when I say grab.. my hand was more like the grabby things off one of those machines where you have to try and grab toys. I kept trying and the phone kept slipping through. Stupid ass bandages. Louis stood still watching me for a few seconds, before laughing and picking it up for me, sliding it into my jeans pocket.

“Have fun.” He grins, kissing me on the cheek before, nudging me towards the door. I see Charlotte through the window, waiting for me. This is going to be fun.

+The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 35+

　

CHARLOTTE’s POV

The door opened and I pushed myself off the wall and out of my slouch. She walked out and the door shut. Standing in awkward silence, we both waited for each other to say something. It looked like it was down to me.
“So… I’m glad you’re better.” I say, smiling at her hopefully.
“Yeah, me too.” She says, looking anywhere but at me.
“So, shall we get going?” I say, indicating towards the lift. She nods and I follow her as she leads us down the corridor.

　

We make it all the way to the main entrance without speaking, walking through the double doors. “We’re walking. I hope you don’t mind. I figured you’d want some fresh air after being holed up in there for days.” I say. I wasn’t being totally honest, it’s about a 30 minutes walk back to the hotel and I figured we’d have to sort all this out before we got back. She just shrugs her shoulders and I continue following her down the steps and along the path to the exit of the carpark.
We come to the first roundabout when I lose my patience.
“You know, I’m trying here. You could atleast acknowledge my existance.” I snap, exasperated.
She looks over her shoulder at me, before turning back and carrying on walking. I sigh, and follow. She turns off the road, and I’m about to let her know that we’re going the wrong way, when she snaps “just trust me alright.” ‘Lack of trust is kind of what got us here in the first place,’ I think to myself, but follow her silently anyway.

　

We walk through hedges, and I begin to get a little aprehensive. It is almost dark. Then all of a sudden we’re stood in a wide open space. Fields and flowers spread everywhere, benches scattered. In the middle of London.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“London.” She answers, looking at my expression before letting out a shrill peal of laughter, “You really don’t know London well at all do you?” She laughs. My cheeks blush.
“Come on, you know I’m absolute shit at Geography.” I complain, laughing along with her.

　

She sits on a bench, looking at me while trying to stop her giggling. Eventually she stops and the atmosphere turn tense once again. She pats the bench beside her. Taking it as an invitation, I nervously sit beside her.
“I hate this.” She whispers. I look at her.
“Hate what?” I ask.
“The fact that we can’t laugh together for longer than 5 minutes, before one of us remembers.” She says.
“It’s something neither of us will probably ever forget. So, maybe we should just choose to learn from it.” I suggest. She turns towards me, and our eyes connect.
“You and Harry are together right?” She asks, I nod. “And so are me and Louis.” I grin, I knew this already, Louis had been declaring his love for her ever since they started going out. “Can we promise each other something? That we’ll never kiss each others boyfriends ever again? And this goes way beyond Louis and Harry, I mean, EVER.” She asks. “Because, I forgive you, and hopefully you forgive me. I want to trust you again, but this would make me feel better.” She says.
“Ok. I promise, never to kiss one of your boyfriends ever, on the one condition that you never kiss any of mine.” I say.
“And I promise never to kiss any of your boyfriends ever again, on the one condition that you never kiss any of mine.” She repeats. Then we sit staring at each other, awkwardly.
“Friends?” I ask. Jumping when she engulfs me in her signature bear hug.
I hug her back. In the end we both pull away, tsunami’s of happy tears soaking each others cheeks.

　

“Now, it’s really cold. So what do you say we ring for a taxi. I really cant be bothered to walk.” She suggests, and I burst out laughing. Typical Laura.
“Yeah, ok. ‘Because it’s cold’.” I quote her sarcasticly. It’s the warmest it’s been all week. I’m more than happy to get a taxi though. We’re so lazy.

　

When we get back to the hotel, Louis and Harry are sat playing cards.
“You look like a pair of old men.” Laura jokes, sitting besides Louis and peering at his cards.
“Hey. No taking the mess out of these beauties. Man United collectors cards. Anyway, it get’s boring down at the studio’s when you’re waiting for your turn, so we’re masters at go-fish.” Louis says, turning and giving her peck on the cheek.
“Who’s winning?” I ask, making Harry scooch, so that I’m sitting in between his legs.
“We’re drawing so far, two packs each. But don’t you worry babe, Louis gets bored by his 3rd pack and gives up.” Harry winks.
“Pffft. That’s because I haven’t been playing.” Laura says, before whispering something unintelligable in Louis ear. “You’re going down Styles.” She grins.

And sure enough, Louis takes his turn and wham! He takes two of Harry’s cards and gets himself a pack.
Louis puts his hand up for Laura to high-5. She just sits there giving him devils until he realises. Her hands are more like flippers at the moment.
“Sorry.” He apoligises.
“S’ok. I know better ways you can thanks me.” Laura winks. Reaching up and kissing him.
Harry pretends to be sick. “That was so cheesy.” He laughs while Laura blushes.
“Cheesy? You want to hear cheesy?” Louis asks, whipping a phone out of his pocket. I realise it’s Harry’s before he does.
“No, Louis!” I groan, trying to reach for the phone, but he lunges off the sofa, standing around he back of it, reading out mine and Harry’s texts. He finishes.
“I love you too Harry. Mwoah Mwoah Mwoah.” He says in a girly voice, kissing his hand. I can’t hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing. I could feel Harry’s stomach shake behind me while he laughed too. I tilted my head back and kissed him, turning around, so I could wrap my hands in his curls. I slide my tongue across his mouth and he lets me in.
“Ok, that is seriously too much.” Louis moans. “Come on Laura, let’s leave these porn stars to it.” He says, taking her hand and leading her behind him out of the room. I grin, and Harry pulls away.
“Now that’s got rid of them, you want to watch a movie?” He asks.

　

Half an hour into the movie, Niall bursts in with Zayn.
“We’re going Nando’s. Get a move on!” Zayn announces while Niall nods enthusiastically.
Harry groans, moaning about wanting to finish the movie. This catches me a little by suprise, as it was Mean Girls we were watching.
“Come on Harry, I’m starving.” I laugh.
“Fine, but we’re finishing it later.” He pouts, before pausing it.

We all squashed into 1 mini van: Niall, Zayn and his girlfriend Charnie at the back; then me, Harry, and Helen. Infront of us: Laura, Louis and Kate (who Helen had invited); then Abbie and Liam in front with the driver.
I’m suprised the van didn’t topple over taking the wild turns towards Nando’s, especially with us lot bouncing around in it.

+The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 36+

　

+CHARLOTTE’s POV+

　

We walked up to the desk, and waited to be taken to our table. I was grateful when we eventually got there, as the heels I was wearing were brand-new, and were killing me. We all ordered starters to share, then I stood up and excused myself. I was desperate for the toilet. I turned my head over my shoulder while I walked off, telling them where I was going, then ‘BAM!’ I banged straight into a waitor. Luckily he wasn’t carrying anything, but that didn’t stop me from toppling over and twisting my ankle. I screamed out in agony, causing the whole room to stare at me. Then, Liam being the closest, ran over, while Harry tried to manoever himself over everyone at the table to come over.

　

“Are you ok?” Liam asked, wafting his hands around, unsure of what to do.

“No. My ankle kills.” I groaned.

“Oh, right.” He lifted me up and moved me on to a chair at the closest table. “Right, lets see.” He said, slipping my heel off, and gently feeling my ankle. He rotated it a bit, while I winced. “I think it’s just twisted, see if you can move it.” I slowly circle my foot. “Yeah, it’s not broken.”

“That doesn’t stop it from killing like hell.” I groan.

He jumps up, taking my arm and helping me back onto my feet, the foot with no heel dangling a few inches off the floor.

“That’s an unusual birthmark you’ve got.” He says loudly, so everyone can hear, then leans in and whispers in my ear: “I might even go as far as to say it’s unique, but then… I know a certain celebrity who has one exactly the same, so it can’t be, can it?” I freeze, avoiding his knowing gaze.

I shrug my shoulders. “I, I don’t know what you’re on about.” I say, lifting my head up to look at him. He looks back at me, gazing into my eyes steadily. It seems at first that once again, my skills of lying pay off. Because he just shrugs his shoulders, and laughs.

“Oh, guess I must of got it wrong then.” He says, before walking off, then turning to wink at me.

　

Harry eventually manages to make his way over and puts my arm around his shoulder, helping me back to the table.

The rest of the meal goes by in a blur, my mind replaying the scene from earlier.

　

+SATURDAY MORNING+

　

I have a busy day of rehearsals, helping my remaining contestants perfect their songs. My foot is still in pain though. Every time I put wait on it, I get a searing pain. I hobble across the stage and into my seat, ready for Matt to practise. I take out my phone, and see that I’ve a text, from only 20 seconds ago, on my ‘Charlotte’ phone.

“Hey Charlotte. Is it just me who finds it kind of weird how you and Cacy develop a limp in the same week, or is it the fact that you both have the same birthmark? Or… maybe that you’re reading Charlotte’s texts when you’re supposed to be Cacy.” I glance around the room, trying not to look suspicious. The only people here are the soundcheck people, and technicians. I check the sender, but I can already guess who it is. Sure enough, the contact details say ‘Liam.’ I put my head in my hands, so my phone vibrates against my forehead when I get another text from him: ‘Meet me in your dressing room at 11 AM, we have to talk’.

　

Great, now I have 2 hours to worry about what Liam has to say. It cant be bad right? He’s Harry’s friend. Me and Liam haven’t really hung out much, but he’d hardly dob me in right?

The Best Of Both Worlds- FANFIC!- PART 37!

I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. Liam was already sat on the sofa.

“Liam you can’t tell anyone.” I beg, sitting beside him.

He looks at me, “So you admit it now?”

“Yes.” I say. A grin spreads across his face as he acknowledges this. “What do you want Liam? Are you going to tell anyone?” I ask.

“Now, that depends…” He starts.

“Just tell me what you want.” I interrupt.

“I want you to make sure that if we don’t win The X Factor, I have a recording contract to fall back on. I want you to persuade your label to sign me.” He finishes. I stare at him in shock.

“But… what about the boys? Don’t you want them all to get a contract?” I ask. He looks at me, and I see indecision on his face. “You’ll be more successful as a band. Your fanbase is so large.” I add.

“I guess. Well, if you don’t want to tell, you must guarantee that we’ll be signed.” He says.

“Do you not think I’d want Harry to be signed? I’d try my hardest whether or not you were blackmailing me Liam. I can’t believe you’re trying to. I never thought you were such a dickhead.” I say.

“Don’t call me that, I’m just trying to make sure we’re successful.” He snaps.

“Open you’re bloody eyes Liam. You’re already successful.” I state exasperated.

“Don’t speak to me like that. I could always tell Harry you know.” He threatens.

I laugh, exaggerating it. “Harry already knows Liam. And you can bet he’s gonna be pissed when he finds out about this.” I say, jumping up and heading towards the door. “BURNNNNNN!” I shout before slamming it shut.

　

I bump into someone stepping into the corridor. I look up and see that I’m standing infront of all The Wanted, Jay being the one I’d bumped into.

“Oh sorry.” I say.

“It’s ok.” He says. “Oh God, you’re Cacy Colt!” He states. Oh I’d forgotten I was famous for a moment then. I was so close to fangirling.

“Yeah, and you’re Jay right? Nice to meet you!” I grin, holding my hand out. He shakes it, before the rest of the Wanted do the same. I see a girl stood beside Nathan, holding his hand and extend mine towards her.

“Hey, I’m Cacy.” I smile.

“errr, hi. I’m Nattie.” She says, clinging to Nathans arm.

“Sorry, she’s a little nervous. Big fan.” Nathan laughs. He puts his arm around Nattie’s waist. “Go on babe, shake her hand.”

She does, and I shake hers back. She smiles at me nervously, before placing her hand back in Nathans. I smile and make my excuses.

“I’m sorry, but I best be getting back to rehearsals.” I apoligise. I step to the side, and Jay mirrors me. I step to the other side and he does the same. I giggle, and he takes hold of my shoulders directing me one way while he steps the other.

“we’ll see you later?” I hear Jay call, and I turn around.

“Yeah, see you laters.” I say, before carrying on walking.

　

I get back to the stage to find the One Direction boys in the audience, I find my way over to Harry. Niall and Zayn smile at me giddily, and I’m just about to raise an eyebrow, when I realise that I’m Cacy, not Charlotte, and I haven’t really spoken to them in this form. I smile back at them before taking a seat beside Harry. Liam’s nowhere to be seen.

“You’ll never guess who’s just had a go at blackmailing me?” I whisper to him, so the other boys can’t hear. The last thing I need right now is them asking questions.

He looks at me, confused.

“Liam. He’s worked out that I’m Charlotte, and tried blackmailing me into get him a contract deal.” I snap in a whisper.

Harry clenches his jaw, and I see his fist clench.

“He tried to get a contract deal just for himself?” He asks. I nod.

“Then I reminded him about you lot and your fanbase and he corrected himself, saying he wants a contract deal for all of you if you don’t win The X Factor, or he’s telling everyone about me.” I say, each second Harry gets more tense.

　

He jumps up suddenly, and I follow his gaze to see Liam just making his way onto the stage.

“Harry, don’t…!” I say, but it’s too late, he’s already charged towards him.

　

I’m not defending Liam. If Harry wants to knock Liam’s block off, he’s welcome to. Just not in public, when everyone’s going to ask questions.

+The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 38+

　

　

I rush after him, shouting him again and again.

“Harry wait!” But I have no hand-eye co-ordination, or agility so I hadn’t even reached the side of the stage before the first punch was thrown.

Liam was on the floor, Harry towering over him. I watched in shock as Harry picked him up by his cuff.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I saw Laura shout as she charged over to them. She gripped Harry’s arm and glared at him. He looked at her, then shook Liam once more before letting go of him. “What the hell Harry?”

“He’s trying to blackmail Charlotte!!” I hear Harry shout, before I manage to reach them.

“What?” Laura turns to look at Liam.

“I’m sorry, alright!” Liams groans, pinching his bleeding nose.

Laura stutters speechless, before slapping Liam across the cheek. I stand there, trying my hardest not to laugh at Liam’s expression as he looks at Laura in shock, then runs off in a huff.

　

“I can’t believe you hit him.” I say, playfully slapping Harry on the arm.

“What he was being a dick!?” Harry says, pulling me towards him.

“I’m Cacy Harry!” I say, pulling myself away from him quickly. “Yeah, but on this stage? Really?” I ask. “Someone might of got a picture!” I exclaim. He shakes his head, but I see him run his hands through his hair nervously.

　

Everyone performed amazing that night and I was so proud of my acts. There were gasps from the audience when they saw the beat-up sight of Liam, and I noticed twitter was going crazy when I popped on there at a break.

　

But the next day my worst fears are confirmed. I nip into my local newsagents to get a snack to find a picture of Harry looking very pissed off, holding Liam by the cuff, while Liam’s nose bleeds profoundly. The headline beneath, causes the butterfly’s in my stomach to swirm.

“‘Lirry’ (Liam + Harry) at war over a mystery girl?”

The picture beneath showing Laura with her arm on Harry, trying to get him to let go of Liam. Well, atleast I’m not in the spotlight. Clutching the magazine in my hand and lifting my hood up, I go over to the counter, hoping not to get recognised.

　

“Laura you are never going to guess what’s on the front page of this magazine.” I say, plopping down beside her on the sofa in One Direction’s dressing room. They are currently at rehearsals for the group performance, so we have the room to ourselves.

“What?” She asks half-heartedly, looking at her phone. “Charl, people on twitter are saying there’s a picture of me in OK mag?” She asks, looking at me confused. I raise my eyebrows at her, and watch as her brain fits the pieces together like clockwork. “No way. I’m on the front cover!?” She gasps. Clasping the magazine out of my hand and opening it out infront of her.

After a few seconds, she peers over it to look at me.

“I don’t get it. I get why there’s that picture of me cos Liam and Harry are fighting, but why’s there a picture of just me?” She asks, looking puzzled.

“They think Liam and Harry are fighting over you. They think you’re dating one of them, but they both like you.” I explain the gist of the article to her.

“Ohhhh… but… I’m not dating either of them. You and Abbie are.” She says, stating the obvious.

“Yesss, which is what makes it funny!” I laugh.

“Lolll.” She says, “Atleast they put a decent picture of me in. Can you imagine if they’d used one of my old school ones?” She asks, laughing.

“Oh my God! Yes! You were always bright orange on them.” I laugh, and we spend the following hour just remembering the funny times we’ve had.

　

Me and Laura decided to go to McDonalds at around 2 PM. I decide to go out as Charlotte, so we don’t get noticed. It doesn’t really work, as we’d both forgotten that Laura was on the magazine and we were therefore followed by paparazzi all the way to McDonalds. We sit down at a seat, and Laura groans at the camera flashes from outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I’m going to look like a right fat cow, getting pictured with a BigMac.” She groans, and I laugh.

“Story of my life.” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I forgot, your life revolves around this. Doesn’t it annoy you? I’ve had it for about 10 minutes, and I’m already pissed off.” She asks.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just used to it. It’s only a minor negative, it means I get to do what I love most, sing in front of thousands of people.” I smile.

　

We eat, before leaving the building. We open the door to loads of flashes. Laura steps back, before carrying on walking.

“Are you dating Harry Styles? Are you dating Liam Payne? Are you dating either Harry or Liam? Are you dating both of them?” People shout.

“I’m not dating either of them!” Laura shouts back, taking long strides in front of me, them following beside us.

“Are you dating Harry Styles? Are you dating Harry.” Someone asks again.

“For fucks sake, I’m not dating Harry, she is!” Laura shouts, pointing her arm at me in anger. Then she gasps and covers her hand with her mouth.

“Shit Charlotte. I’m so sorry.” She apoligises, with tears in her eyes. I shrug my shoulders, we can’t do anything about it now.

“So you’re Charlotte? How long have you known Harry? Can you confirm the both of you are dating?” The photographers shout.

　

I grab Laura’s hand and we both run off, her apologising again and again.

　

+The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 39+

　

The next few days were mayhem. Thanks to Laura, now the nation wanted to know all about ‘Charlotte Wright’, and my normal life has now been catapulted into the spotlight. There was hardly a point in me living my double life anymore. Which is why, when the X Factor finishes, I’m going to announce my secret to the world. What’s the point in living this lie, when my supposedly ‘normal’ life, isn’t normal anymore anyway?

　

It’s the final this weekend, and I’m so pleased with how Matt has been doing. He’s the only one of my acts left, but he definitely deserves to be here. I’ve hardly spoken to Harry all week, as he’s been busy rehearsing. I have managed to watch him and the boys in their rehearsals, and boy do they sound good. They have just as much chance of winning this as Rebecca, Matt and Cher do, if not a better chance. The support for the boys has grown worldwide, and apparently people from countries like Italy are even voting for them!

　

I head down to the studio’s on Thursday afternoon, the car pulls up and I see Harry make his way towards my taxi with its blacked out windows. I wave my arms frantically, trying to get him to stop. I’m not Charlotte right now, I’m Cacy. But I forget that the windows are blocked out, and he can’t see me. I must just be the last person to arrive. I look nervously out at the journalists, fans and photographers waiting for us.

He opens the door and helps me out, “Hey babe!” He says, pulling me into him and planting a soft kiss on my lips before I can stop him. Yesterday I’d come to the studios as Charlotte, he must of been expecting me to do so today.

　

The loud babble of the fans dies out and camera’s flash. I push him away.

“Harry! I’m Cacy, idiot!” I schreech. But it’s too late, the damage is done.

　

　

—-

　

Sure enough, the headline the next day is ‘Harry in 2 timing scandal?” I look at the picture of him kissing the Cacy side of me. Great.

I sit in the hotel lobby, my wig and makeup on securely, sipping my coffee. Simon soon arrives and invites me up into his apartment.

“Well? Care to explain?” He asks. I bite my cheek and look to the floor. “You know I strictly forbid romances on the show. Especially between contestants and judges.” I nod and let out a sigh. I feel totally deflated. He might aswell fire me and get over with it.

“I want the truth Cacy, and I want it now.” He demands, I look up at him unsure. He nods once, sharply and I get the hint. I either tell him my excuse, and it be a good one; or I wave my job as a judge goodbye. I gulp before deciding to tell him.

　

“The truth is… I live a double life. Not only am I Cacy Colt, I’m also Charlotte Wright.” I say, pulling off my wig.

Simon sits speechless for a few seconds, he certainly wasn’t expecting this.

After a minute or so he finally speaks.

“So… what do we do now?” He asks, and I guess he’s speaking to himself as there’s no way he could think I’d come up with a logical answer. “I think it’s best to get it over with straight away. You need to tell the public the truth, they’re not going to like it, but lying and them finding out later will only make it worse.” He says, and I understand the truth behind every word he says. It doesn’t stop the feeling of dread appearing in the pit of my stomach though.

“When?” I ask nervously.

“Today. I’ll call a press conference. It can be held at the studios.” He says, before heading towards the door and leaving me with my thoughts. Thoughts of how these last few days could not of gone any worse.

　

　

+The Best of Both Worlds?- FANFIC- Part 40+

　

I arrived at the studios and headed straight to the stage, where I knew Matt would be practising. I sat in the audience, watching and listening as he perfected his notes, as usual. Looking around me the first thing I noticed was random people scattered around. The second thing was that most of them were celebrities. This being the final week, it seemed that some had decided to pop down and take a look around. Great, just in time for my press conference (note the sarcasm).

　

About 10 seats to my right I could make out a guy maybe 2 years older than me? He was constantly sweeping his hair to the side, as he sat talking to the girl beside him. Curious, I stared at him, trying to make out where I’d seen him before. He turned towards me and it clicked. No way. It was Zack of Zack and Cody. How random? I decided to walk over and say hi. I mean, strictly speaking, I am famous myself, so have nothing to worry about.

“Hi.” I say, standing beside where they’re sat.

“Hey.” They reply.

“I’m Cacy.” I smile, holding my hand out.

“We know who you are.” The girl smiles while the actor shakes his hand, introducing himself as Dylan. I’m glad he says his name as I was about to call him Zack.

“Nice to meet you Dylan.” I say, and turn to the girl beside him.

“Hi, I’m Abbie.” She says in her american accent, and I smile back, taking a seat beside them.

　

“So what brings you two here?” I ask.

“We’re on vacation here in London and I’d heard good stuff about the X Factor so we thought we’d pop in to watch a sound check, we’re heading home tomorrow, so can’t stay for the final.” Dylan explained and I just nodded away.

“Cool. Well, I better get back to my mentoring, but nice meeting you both.” I smile, heading back to the stage after they say goodbye.

I’d managed to go 10 minutes without thinking about what I had to do in around an hour, but now all the thoughts were flooding back. After today, my life is never going to be the same.

+Part 41+

The moment has arrived.

I take my seat on a chair at the back of the mock stage, in a large room decked out with chairs.

The room gradually fills, people with notepads, cameras, and microphones, taking their seats.

When all the seats are filled, I look towards Simon.

Tapping the microphone once with his finger, he waits to hear the sound vibrate around the room.

“Ok, well, welcome everyone! This press-conference has been called today because someone has something to announce. Let’s not dilly-daddle, Cacy would you care to make your announcement?” Simon introduces me, signaling to the microphone.

Taking a deep breath I take a step closer, clasping it in my shaking hands.

Ok. I think to myself, looking out into the sea of cameras. I can do this. Even if the whole of England hates me for lying, atleast all this pretending will finally be over.

　

“Hello. You all know me as Cacy Colt. But due to unforeseen circumstances, I have called a press-conference. Yesterday the newspapers published a picture of Harry Styles kissing me. Earlier this week speculations were spread that Harry was dating someone, Charlotte Wright. I can confirm that that rumour is true. But the rumours of myself and Harry dating, are also true…” I announce. The whole room sits in silence, even the click of the cameras has died down. People sit staring at me in confusion from all angles.

“You see, both Charlotte and Cacy are dating Harry. Because, I am both Charlotte and Cacy.” I say in one quick breath. I get no reaction. Figuring that I might as well get it all out in the open in one quick blow, I shock the journalists even further by pulling my wig from my head. The silence lasts for perhaps another 5 seconds, before the room bursts back to life.

　

Questions are shouted at me from every angle, the flash over camera’s blind my vision. But through it all, I catch Harry’s eye from where he stands in the corner of the room. Smiling at me reasurringly.

I smile back at him, letting the photographers get their photo’s, before leaning forward towards the microphone once again.

“I know this may come as a shock. I’m sorry to anyone who was hurt because of my secret. And anyone who is offended because of me keeping the truth to myself. I know that at a press conference I’m supposed to answer your questions. But what can you really ask? Why I did it? It sounded like a good idea at the time.

I know that you are all going to print your stories about Charlotte Wright, but when this all dies down, I would prefer you all to refer to me as Cacy. Charlotte is from another life, and I’d prefer it if that side of me stays out of the limelight. Thankyou.” I say clearly. The men and women sat before me nod, and I step back, out of the spotlight, and away from the flashes.

　

I step into my dressing room to find several boys waiting for me.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Niall moans.

“I thought the less people who knew, the less chance it had of getting out. I’m really sorry.” I say, biting my lip in worry.

“It’s ok. We forgive you. I have one question though. What do we call you?” Zayn asks, his brows scrunched together indecisively.

“Charlotte. You guys mean enough to me for you to call me Charlotte.” I say, before I’m engulfed into the arms of several teenage lads. Even Liam joins in. It seems asthough his moment of madness is forgotten.

　

They pull away after a while, smiling before leaving the room, leaving me alone with Harry.

He pats the sofa beside him, and I snuggle into his side.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” He says, and I smile up at him. He places a soft kiss on my lips before nuzzling into my hair. We sit there comfortably, just enjoying one another’s company.

　

I know that as long as I have Harry, I can deal with everything else. With the fame, with the publicity, with the hate that is going to be sent my way.

I take happiness from knowing that my friends will stick by me. After all, having the best of both worlds is no good, when there’s no one to spend your time on this world with.

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