Kristy, Are You Doing Okay? (One Direction & Emblem3 FanFic)

Chapter 2.

Hi guys, I haven't really updated this story in awhile, so I decided to update. Also, I had a sudden burst of inspiration and ideas. I'm extremely proud of this chapter, so let's go on to reading it, shall we?;)

-Merr.<3xx

Harry's POV

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     "Hey man, your phone's ringing," Liam says to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I don't know why, but I've been extremely distracted lately. Why am I always distracted? Huh, maybe something's wrong with me. Liam snaps his fingers in my face, snapping me out of my thoughts again. I pick up my black iPhone and see the caller ID is Simon. Huh, wonder why he's calling? I slide the answer thing and put the phone up to my ear.

     "Hey, Simon. What's up?"

     "Hello Harry. How have you and the boys been?" He asks me.

     "We've been alright, and yourself?"

     "I've been better, but thanks. Recently, Demi Lovato had to cancel her contract with The X Factor because of her tour. That's actually why I'm calling today," He says. Demi had to quit? Why would he be calling me? I figure he would've called Niall, since he fancies her and all. Didn't he and Demi go on a date after the VMA's? I'm pretty sure they went to Pink Taco. That sounds like some STD or something. Haha. "Harry?"

     "Oh, yeah, sorry Simon. Just kinda zoned out," I reply. I then remember he was talking about The X Factor and Demi. "So, why are you calling me and telling me this, exactly?"

     "Well, since I needed a guest judge until I find a replacement, and One Direction is one of the biggest artists at the moment, I figured I could use one of you boys. And, let's face it, you are the most known member. I figured you would be the best option," He explained.

     "Okay, that actually sounds pretty cool. Erm, when do I need to fly in and where to?" I ask.

     "Well, that's the thing I'm worried about. I need you to fly in to San Francisco, California this evening. I have a jet arranged for you and the boys already. I also want you to do some promotion while you're in the US. You'll be here for about a month. You're plane leaves in about six hours, so happy packing! See you here in a few hours!" And with that, he hung up.

     "Uh, boys...?" I say. They all look up to me with confused faces. "We have six hours to pack clothes for a month. We're going to the US for promotion, and, um, I'm a guest judge on The X Factor US." They all give me looks of bewilderment. I repeat what I said, and they understand a little better. We head off to pack, and agree to meet at the airport in a few hours.

     I walk out to my car to drive to my flat a few minutes away. Hm, I'm a guest judge on The X Factor US. I hope people can actually sing... I remember when I auditioned. There were a few people that scared me a little. A few couldn't sing either. Wow, we've come a long way since then.

    I start to think about what type of judge I want to be. Do I want to be nice, but give construction critisism? Do I wanna be blunt and straight-forward like Simon? Maybe I'll just let it come to me when I'm at the judge's table. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Drew's POV

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     "C'mon, Wes, you know if we get through you gotta stop smoking," I say to my best friend and fellow band member. 

     "I'm trying, dude, I really am," he replys as he takes another drag. I nod to Keaton, and he goes up to his brother and takes the joint out of Wes' mouth. "Dude!"