(Emily's POV): I opened up my hotel room door and closed it behind me. That was a long wait. But they had told me I had a chance. My body fell onto my bed and I sighed. This was going to be hard. My feet were sore so I got lotion and massaged them. The constant back and forth motion soothed me and soon I felt sleepy. I hadn't noticed until now but the wrap was really hurting. My shirt ended up on the other side of the room. The wrap wouldn't budge. I groaned,"one, two, three." I yanked it off. My mouth curled into a wince. I must have gotten the wrong size. I fell back on my bed and curled into a ball. I woke up and hour later. It was eight at night. My stomach rumbled. I dragged my feet to the kitchen. "Ahah!" I felt triumphant. I had found romin noodles. I filled a kettle with water and stuck it on the stove. Steam rose out. I sat on the counter swinging my legs back and forth singing to my favorite song,"free falling." The kettle whistled and I hoped off the counter and ran at it. It always made my heart beat a little faster when it did that. I poured it into my bowl and grabbed a spoon. "What shall I do tonight?" I whispered to myself. I grabbed the tv remote and sat down criss cross on the bed. Everything was boring and I found myself flipping through channels constantly. I finally found a documentary on a singer that seemed ok. When it finished I checked the time. Ten. I glanced at my phone. No new messages. No missed calls. Great shouldn't they have called? The little voice in the back of my head kept on telling me to be patient but I was starting to lose hope. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed two cookies. I walked out onto the deck. I don't even think it deserves to be called a deck. There was only enough space for you to stand and the plastic chair they provided could only fit halfway. So you found your self sitting in a chair inside but you have your feet outside. I decided to let it go. I flipped through channels again. I found a tv show. After a while I checked the clock. Midnight and still no call. Now I had a good reason to say they weren't going to call. A tear fell down my cheek. All this work for nothing? How could I have been so cocky enough to think I would get the spot? I fell back on my bed and started crying. Tomorrow I would pack up and go back to Whales. I had wasted about two hundred pounds on clothes and stuff for boys. Two hundred pounds. I rocked myself back and forth and fell asleep crying. *Ring Ring* I opened my eyes up wide. My phone was ringing. I grabbed it in one swipe. "Hello?" I heard a thick British accent on the other line. My heart skipped a beat. I checked the time. Three in the morning. "Is this Emmett?" "yes." "congratulations you got into the top ten. Auditions are bright and early tomorrow morning. Seven o'clock. See you there." "ok." was all I could say. He hung up. I smiled and fell back to sleep.
Harry's POV: a body was pushing me. There was some yelling. Then a cold wet rag on my face. I jumped up. All the boys except Zayn were there laughing at me. Louis started mimicking my voice,"I'm sick of it! I'm sick of it!" the boys laughed again. I groaned,"was I saying that?" the boys nodded. I rolled over and stuck the pillow over my head. Louis got on me and started humping me. I pushed him off,"fuck off! What are you doing?" he smirked,"you know you liked it." I threw a pillow at him. I couldn't fall back asleep so I got up. "Let's go and wake Zaaayynn up!" yelled Niall. We ran into his room. He was fast asleep. Typical Zayn. Liam climbed into his bed. He wrapped his arms around his torso and started kissing his cheek. Zayn smiled and turned towards Liam touching his arm. The boys and I snickered. His eyes fluttered opened. He jumped up. "Liam!" he yelled. The boys and I couldn't stop laughing. Zayn got up and punched us. We went to go eat breakfast. Everyone was so tired so we didn't talk. After eating we went to get ready. The shower was my first stop. The longest shower award definitely went to me in-between the boys and I. I put on some skinny jeans with a sweat shirt. Then shook my hair looked into the mirror and gave a smile. "Haaaarry!" someone yelled. "Coming!" I yelled back. All of the boys were gathered in the kitchen waiting on me. We walked out to the stage. The ten best people who we found were sitting in the audience chairs. We started with the first person and kicked the other people out. We got to the last person in no time at all. It was Emmett Thomas. There was something different about him. Something that I couldn't put my finger on. "How are you?" I asked. He let out a chuckle,"tired, next time you guys should call a little earlier. I staid up waiting for a call till midnight and fell asleep. Shame on you." I could see a joking look in his eyes and a hint of a smile. Niall burst out laughing. Louis followed. Then everybody started laughing. Even Emmett. "Ok you can start." I said trying to calm everyone down. Emmett sang his song. It was amazing. The boys and I looked at each other. We knew what this meant. This guy felt at ease with us already cracking jokes and laughing with us. More importantly he was a great singer. We got together and discussed it. We had all agreed. He was the one. I smiled,"well, congratulations. We know that we said that you would get a call but it couldn't be more obvious that your the one. We will see you tomorrow to talk about your schedule and stuff. See you then." he smiled from ear to ear,"thank you guys so much! I can't wait to work with you guys." he exited the stage.
Emily's POV: Holy shit! I had just gotten the part. I was so happy but I had to keep it hidden in case someone saw me. I put on my best poker face. Conveniently everybody had already gone home. I walked out to my car and hoped inside of it. I blasted music while driving to my hotel. I opened the door and stuck my phone on its charger. A mischievous smirk swept across my face. I rubbed my hands together. Tonight to celebrate I was going to party.
