Don't Let Me Go (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 3

It is the big day. Not a wedding obviously but the day of the auditions. Grace and I are going to help talk to people and things like that. It sounds like a lot of fun. It's the perfect day to do it to. The sun is shining and it's warm outside. I love the summer because I like to wear a t-shirt and shorts.

Summer has just always been my favorite season. How my mom and I always got a pedicure and sometimes even a manicure. How we always went shopping for the cutest clothes and went to the pool. I always loved going outside and swimming. I really hope nothing will change this year just because we're in England now.

Grace and I walked outside with everything done perfectly: our hair, makeup, and clothes. (picture above, the person with it is what I think they look like.) We weren't going to be on TV so we didn't have to dress really fancy or anything.

"Let's look around for all the cute boys to interview." She said with a smirk on her face.

"Or we could try and interview everyone and not look at appearance." I said trying to convince her to talk to everyone not just cute boys.

"Willow, sweet heart, this is the x-factor, not the voice. We judge on appearance. That's our job if you didn't notice." She said so sarcastically that I would've smacked her if it was that time of the month. Luckily that ended about a week ago so no one got smacked.

"Fine then you go on with your unmoral ways, and I'll go on with my moral ways." I said with an equal amount of sarcasm.

"You sure about that? What about that really cute guy over there with the curly hair and the dimples." She said nodding her head over towards the guy she was talking about.

I look over there and is mesmerized by how he looks. I felt so deprived from living in America all my life. British guys are so much cuter. I tried to look away once in a while but I couldn't help but to keep glancing back. I just kept looking for about a minute then he turned around and his green eyes met my blue ones. I was going to look away but I decided against it. If a guy catches me staring at them about 95% of the time I'll keep looking. The only reason why I would look away is because I didn't look good that day. I thought I looked good that day so I kept looking. I tried to make it less awkward by giving him a small smile like I usually do. He smiled back then looked away.

"Well if you're done staring at him why don't we go talk to him." Grace said to me.

I realize that she was just standing there watching me stare at him for like five minutes. "I don't know now I'm nervous to go over there and talk to him. Is that weird? I'm like never nervous to talk to someone." I asked stuttering while I talk.

"Look why don't you just calm down, okay? I'll talk to him first if it makes you less nervous then you can start talking to him. You're a pretty girl I'm sure you've talked to several cute guys it's okay." She reassured me.

"What if he thinks I'm weird though?" I asked.

"Why would he think that?"

"Because I still have an American accent." I say

"Actually that's really sexy believe it or not." Grace said then winked at me.

I give her a shocked expression.

"Oh my God it was a joke. You were way to much, you need to live once in a wile. C'mon." She said then grabbed my arm.