Sorry it's so short, everything looks longer on word! The dedication is for my best friend/editor, Caroline! Without her I wouldn't have gotten the guts to post this!
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Olivia’s POV
After the announcer quit pestering me, I am able to go cry in peace. Or so I thought. I walk into the contestant rest room, sink down on the floor, and cry. I know that I have many opportunities as far as a career, but music was the thing that I loved most of all. While I was on the show I got this feeling, sort of like how people describe love. I felt complete. Now that it is over I was feel even more incomplete than I had been before. I suppose this is how these TV shows were supposed to make you feel. I am wondering how I would tell my family, when I hear someone clear their throat loudly, clearly meant to get my attention. It works. I jump up and turn to see who I had just embarrassed by self in front of and nearly pass out.
Harry Styles is sitting in front of me. Generally I’m able to keep my fangirling in check when it comes to one direction. At least, I don’t stalk them or go crazy every time someone mentions them. Talking to Harry is a lot different than talking about him, though. While my inner fan girl is bouncing off the walls, I manage to finally say something.
“Hi,” I say stupidly.
“Hey, you’re Olivia right?” he replies, seeming like he actually cares.
Without telling myself to, words just rolling off my tongue, I respond.
“That’s me,” I reply, grinning.
“Sorry about you getting eliminated and all, it sucks.” He says sympathetically.
“Thanks,” I reply, “Any particular reason you’re here? Or am I just that special?”
He chuckles and smiles at me. I don’t think I’ve had a conversation with any one of the opposite gender that has gone this well. My social life sucks.
“Actually, I came down to see you for a reason. The lads and I were wondering if you want to sing a song with us at the finals next week.”
Hmmm… let me think….
YES!!
“That’d be great!”
“Cool, so meet us at our studio tomorrow morning. Oh and don’t tell anyone, we want it to be a surprise,” He said with his eyes alight with miscief.
“Okay” I say.
He smiles at me again and walks out the door. Then something occurs to me. I run out the door and see Harry walking down the hall.
“Wait! I, uh, don’t know where your studio is!” I yell to him.
He turned and gives me a devilish grin.
“Check your phone,” he says, and then he turns and walks away.
Oh fudge.
He got a hold of my phone.
In most cases this wouldn’t be too bad, but for my phone… Oh, goodness. It's… Well… I’m going to offer the word directionified.
My password?
One D.
My screen saver?
A picture of the boys.
My phone case even had a big 1D in rhinestones on the back.
Spectacular. Just glorious.
Then, I see I have five new text messages. They were all from “hot hazza bear(:”.
My screen reads:
Srsly, one d as ur pswrd?
Gr8 pic of us :P
I put mine and the studios #s in ur phone
Ur cute when u blush btw
Can’t wait 2 c u tmrw <3
Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh
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Is Harry flirting with me?
No, he can’t be. He’s a flipping CELEBRITY!
Then what to you call that text?
I don’t know, maybe he does this to a lot of directioners, he is known as a flirt.
Am I talking to myself?
Yeah, so?
I’m going crazy
No you’re not, you’re just fangirling
Great, now my phone has humiliated me in front of my music idol. As if I needed any help. What was I supposed to do now?
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Consolation Prize- A One Direction Fan Fiction
Fiksi PenggemarOlivia Smith dreamed of being a singer. And she was almost there. But when she is voted off the x-factor her hopes are crushed. Her mentor for the competition has an idea for a consolation prize though. Now she’s been asked to perform with The o...
