He's my best friend not my boyfriend!

Chapter fifteen! (I don't know how to spell it)

NIALL'S POV!

Well. We have now been here for weeks on end. I can't remember how long I've been here. I've been through boot camp and they made me dance. We had to dance twice because some lad didn't dance with us. I messed upthe first time and then messed up the second time too. I looked for my friends in the crowd and they were all mouthing words of encouragement.

Finally, Simon called all of us on stage and began reading off names of people who got through. I sat there waiting for my name. He was about to say the last name and without knowing it, I stopped breathing. He said the last name and I almost cried. I wasn't in. I didn't make it. Wait, scratch the thing about not crying. I walked off stage to be greeted by my friends. I walked over to the girls and turned to Emma. She had tears in her eyes. I put my head on her shoulder and we cried. We stayed like that until Sam cleared her throat. I looked up and the same reporter came up as before on the first day. She asked me what I thought about the situation. All I could say was, "Worst feeling in my life. Standing there for your named to be called, and its not. Sorry..." I walked over in a corner and cried, the reporter loosing interest in me and moving on. The gang walked over and sat next to me.

"They don't know what they're missing. I ought to go give Mr. Simon a piece of my mind," Sam growled. Emma held her back and shook her head. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

"This is all my fault. I'm the one that got you in here. I'm so sorry," Emma sobbed. I took her into my lap.

"No. It's no ones fault. Come on guys, lets go home," I said and slowly stood up, giving her just enough time to hop up.

While we we getting everything from my dressing room, one of the roadies came and got me. I looked confused as I walked towards the stage. Simon and the other judges at their table. I looked around. There was four other lads looking just as confused as me. While I walked up to ask what we were all doing here, some girls came into the room. Simon held up his hand, totally ruining my train of thought.

"I have dissided to give you guys another chance. We believe we just can't have you go home because you contain too much talent. We are putting you into groups," he said looking to see our responses. "You lads will be a goups and you girls will be another."

I looked at the group of lads and they all looked at me and the others. We all came into a group hug and screamed. It was the best moment of my life. The gang will be so happy.

"Ello. I'm Louis Tomlinson," said the guy in the stripes.and suspenders.

"I'm Niall," I said.

"I'm Zayn," said the one with black hair.

"I'm Harry," said the lad with the dimples and curly hair.

"And that leaves me. I'm Liam Payne," said the one who had suposidly been here before.

I hugged them again. Wow. I need to introduce them to my friends. They will love these guys. "Hey. Umm. After you go see your family, I want you to meet my friends. They would probably like to know who I'm going to hang out with," I explain. They all nod and we agreed to meet on the left side of the stage. I ran back to my changing room and told them everything. They all congradulated me.

Ten minutes latter we all walked to the stage. The group was all there and when they saw me Louis came running up and jumped into my arms. "Hey, Niallbear!" He said. I felt Em tense behind me. That was our nickname. She probably felt betrayed. Louis noticed something wrong and jumped down. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?"

"It's just, Emma here, has called me that since we met. It's kind of our thing," I explained. He nodded as if he understood.

All the guys came over and introduced themselves. When louis got to Sam, I swear they blushed. "You can call me Lou," he said just like he told everyone else.

"Samantha Bane. But you can call me Sam, Sammy, Countrygal, or my wrestling name:the terminator," she said smiling as he took her hand. Ohh! They like each other!

Lou's pov!

As soon as I met Sam, I fell in love. She had her blonde hair in a side braid resting on her shoulder. Her shirt was pink and was flowing, stopping a little below her hips. She was wearing blue jeans and TOMS. My favorite type of shoes! Yep. She's mine. As soon as I was alone with her I hadto tell her how I felt. The way she talked and walked. Can you say hot? I wouldn't be surprised if she was taken, but I have to do what I can to get her. I need her in my life. I just know it.