Destined [H.S]

X Factor Auditions

Emma's POV

I walked in through the gates of the X Factor show. Today was the audition and God am I nervous! What if I don't get selected and Simon asks me to come back 2 years later like he did to that Liam guy who was here in 2008? My dad already told me that if I could get in this time, only then are we staying in Cheshire or we'll shift to Australia... I really don't wanna go to the other hemisphere! What if I don't like it over there? What am I going to-

"Ouchies! Sorry, I'm so sorry, are you hurt?" I asked the person who I had bumped into. Yeah, I bumped into someone when I was overthinking about getting into the show. Classic me!

I realised I had bumped into a guy who had come here for auditions as well. But he covered his face, maybe I hit his face... Oops?

I was on my knees, next to the boy and I was looking around to see if he was bruised somewhere.

"I'm fine, but what'd you say? Like do you always say that when you get hurt?" the guy asked me. What did I say? Did I say something weird? All I said was I'm sorry... or did I? I know I said something weird...

He slowly moved his hands away from his face and I saw a boy, around my age with curly brown hair. Not gonna lie, he was kinda cute... But don't get me wrong! I don't have a crush on him! He got up, and gave me a hand as well. What a gentleman!

"What'd I say?" I asked him back.

"You said something like 'owies' or something... what was that?" Ohh. Ouchies....

"I said 'ouchies'. I know that's weird but I - what's that?" I asked, noticing a little stain on his white shirt.

"That's ketchup, want some?" he asked, pulling out a little packet from his pocket. Wow, he pulled out a packet from his pocket! That rhymes!

"As much as I want to be polite, I can't resist ketchup! I really want some!" I said. I thought I sounded rude and impolite, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he seemed happy to give me some.

"Trust me, I'd do the same thing if I were you. Ketchup is literally the best thing ever!" He said. I smiled and he smiled back. I noticed he had dimples, just like me! His dimples really did show out, unlike mine, which were barely noticeable.

"What's your name?" he suddenly asked.

"Emma, but you can call me Emmy if you wish!" I said, grinning.

"I'm Harold, but my name is really old fashioned, I mean it literally has 'old' in it, so people like to call me Harry." he said and I nodded, not really paying attention as I was too busy licking every single drop of the ketchup in the little McDonald's sized packet. He looked at me and laughed.

"You really are a ketchup fan like me!" he said, pulling out a ketchup packet for himself.

"I got two things to ask you, 1. who doesn't love ketchup? and 2. do you always carry ketchup around with you?" I asked.

"1. my sister hates ketchup and I don't know why, everyone loves ketchup! 2. not always, I had lunch at KFC today, so I got some, or you can say many, ketchup packets, 'cause... why not?" he said, smiling.

"Your sister doesn't like ketchup? My brother doesn't too! Can you believe him, the other day I bought some pizza and he had the whole pizza without a single drop of ketchup on it!" I said, mentioning Alan, my older brother.

"Emma Dawson? We need you to get in, you're up next after 3 others." the one who worked at X Factor called me. I nodded and looked at Harry.

"I'll see you later?" I asked as politely as I could.