Amanda Holden

Fixed... But We've Got a New Problem

Disclaimer: The song, 'Stitches' isn't owned by me. It's Shawn Mendes who owns the song.

Amanda's POV

"Hey judges, we're on in three-minutes!" The announcement came.

I heard Alesha sigh beside me. "I have to go guys. Love you. Take care." She had been on a video call with her brothers. She ended the call quickly. She turned to grab her purse that was beside me from the table

I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Go together?" she suggested.

"Sure," I agreed, getting up and extending my hand towards her. She took it and I pulled her up. The both of us linked our arms and began making our way on stage. "C'mon boys," I called over my shoulder to Simon and David, a slight smile on my face. "Let's go."

Simon's POV

"C'mon boys. Let's go," Amanda called to me and David over her shoulder. I glanced up at her and Alesha. Their arms were linked together. I exchanged a knowingly look with David. It seemed that recent happenings had developed their friendship. I got up and followed them.

~LINE BREAK~

Alesha's POV

A handsome man with reddish-brown shaggy hair and striking green eyes walked onto the stage. He was carrying an acoustic guitar Amanda, who had been laughing at what David said, stopped mid-laugh, a flash of horror visible on her face.

I glanced at her questionly out of the corner of my eye. I doubt Amanda noticed my glance at all. I turned my attention back to the man on stage. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Are you single?" David added flirtatiously.

A suggestive smile would've spread across my face too, if not for the fact that Amanda was frozen stiff.

"Oliver Flores," he answered. "And while I am single, my heart belongs to someone else."

David hit his buzzer. Amanda seemed to turn paler. I'd no idea what was going on, but placed my hand over Amanda's, which was placed on her lap. She didn't respond.

"Tell me a little about yourself," I smiled at Oliver, pushing aside my concerns about Amanda. 

"Umm, I just moved to England from NYC," he answered. "Today, I'm going to sing a song called 'Stitches' by Shawn Mendes, but in my way."

"Okay," I widened my smile. "Good luck."

Oliver smiled back, although I felt as if he was smiling at Amanda rather than me. He started to strum his guitar and sang,

"I thought that I'd been hurt before

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Got a feeling that I'm going under

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain

Your bitter heart, cold to the touch

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

I'm left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I'm going under

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head

Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head

Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead (gonna wind up dead)

Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head (gotta get you outta my head)

Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead (wind up dead)

Needle and the thread, gotta get you outta my head, get you outta my head

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)

And now that I'm without your kisses (without you)

I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help (begging baby, please)

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches."

I was surprised. His voice was soothing and gentle and it sounded like a masculine version of Amanda's. Pain suddenly shot through the hand that I had placed on Amanda's. I glanced at her. She held my hand in a steely vice grip and her face was deathly pale. 

"Amanda?" I whispered so only she could hear me. She turned to me, her honey eyes that were usually filled with cheerful gleams were blank. 

"Alesha?" Simon voice interrupted before Amanda could say anything. "What do you think?"

"Huh?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. 

Simon looked at me strangely. "David just gave his thoughts. What about you?"

"Oh, right, sorry," I muttered sheepishly. I shook myself and turned my attention back to Oliver. "I think you did really good. You sang 'Stitches', but in your own style and way. It sounded absolutely heavenly. Plus, your voice sounds like a masculine version of Amanda's," I complimented, forcing a smile. I don't know why, but an ominous feeling seem to drop in my stomach.

"I agree," Simon nodded his head. "You do sound sorta like Amanda, only more masculine. I don't really know what else to say, 'cause it was perfect, so it's a yes from me." Simon turned to Amanda. "Amanda?"

"I'll go first!" I cringed at how eagerly rude I sounded. "It's a yes!"

"Yes from me too," David answered, catching on as he caught sight of Amanda's petrified face.

"Amanda?" I whispered. "You've gotta say something."