Pov Harry
We drive into the parking lot of the studio where Stars find Talent is being recorded. But of course we can't find a parking spot again. 'Argh! Just, PUT it somewhere it doesn't matter if we get a fine right now' I say and Zayn parks the car underneath a big tree. We run out of the car to the entrance of the studio. When we arrive at reception there is an already annoying woman sitting in front of it. She looks rather unsympathetic and very grumpy. 'Excuse me ma'am, but do you know where the stage is where the show is currently playing?' Louis asks in a polite tone. She points to the door of the hall a few meters away, "big stage" is written on the sign. We want to walk there straight away, but the woman stops us. 'No no, the hall has been closed to unwanted audiences for a few minutes. You're too late so you can't get in anymore' she says in a catty tone. 'B-but... but my little brother's on stage currently! I swear, if you don't let us in, I will...' 'Calm down babe' Louis says and he picks up my hand and he looks me deeply into my eyes. Then we see the door open and someone wants to walk out, this is our chance! We run as fast as we can to the door and we slip through. 'Come back right now!' I can still hear the woman calling.
When we finally got into the audience, I take a quick look at the stage. And yes, Noof is singing and radiant on stage. The spotlight shines brilliantly on him as if he is the first thing ever, to enter heaven. I listen to his voice. And strangely enough, it sounds beautiful (I think he got that from his brother! Just kidding!). Then the song stops and another one starts playing. this one is a bit more emotional. Something more, how I would describe Noof. Small, fragile, okay, that's all very negative, but still.
"I have nightmares every week 'bout that Friday in May
One phone call from you and my entire world was changed
Trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers
Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers,", he sings beautifully. I try to make eye contact with my little brother, but that is quite difficult when there is a big audience between you, consisting of over, like seven hundred people. Then I look into Louis and the other boys' eyes. We will have to somehow ensure that we come out front. We walk a little further through the crowd until we are almost there.
"And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream How could anybody do the things you did so easily?"
This is the first time I listen to the lyrics of the song, and wow. I look at the other boys again and all three of them are also looking at the stage with wide eyes.
"And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine But you know I can't let it go, I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so longIt takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong"
Then it's almost time, the moment is almost there. We are actually almost in front of the stage, if someone lifts me up a little bit I might already be able to climb onto the stage. One last time I look into the boys' eyes for some reassurance and then...
Ooooohhh how will this end? Will Harry be able to get some contact with his brother and how will Noof react on the boys being at his performance? Just wait a little longer and you will read it all... (biggest part so far! Aaahhh!😘🤭)
Love, Morris
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nobody's perfect
Teen FictionThis story is about a boy named Noof. He's fourteen years old and has a horrible live. His parents hate him, basically for one reason only; he's not perfect. Noof has four older brothers who all live on their own, so he is completely alone. One day...