Horan Twins

Chapter One

The three hour drive to my audition was exhausting. I was impatient. I wanted too badly for anyone but my mother to tell me I was good enough.

"You'll do great Niall, I promise." My Mother told me, but I didn't believe her. What if my voice cracked on stage and I didn't get in?

"Mum, this is the X Factor. Not some grade school talent show." I said, rubbing my temples to hopefully relieve some stress.

"But you won your grade school talent show." She retaliated.

"I'm aware of that Mum, I'm just super stressed. Thanks for supporting me. I love you." My Mum did everything for me , and sometimes I just didn't appreciate her enough.

I plugged in my headphones into my MP3 player, playing the song I was going to sing for my audition. I could not forget the lyrics, no matter what. I had one chance, I couldn't mess up.

I fell asleep with my audition song on repeat, only to be awoken by my Mum when we had arrived.  "I'm going to drop off our luggage at the hotel, then meet you back here. Get in line while it's still short!" she said, blowing me a kiss, and driving off in the direction of the hotel. 

I stood in line for six hours before the auditions even started, and luckily I was within the first fifty people that were auditioning today. I spent my time on my phone playing random games like pinball and pac-man until my mom showed up, and we just sat and talked for the rest of the time. What felt like an eternity later, the long line that wrapped around the arena was separated into groups and put separately into rooms until their audition time. I was within the first one hundred, so I was in the first room. It was extravagant, really. The ceiling had a huge chandelier that sparkled, and velvet benches for us to sit on. 

"It is wonderful in here isn't it, Ni?" My Mum stated. She had a habit of doing that. Asking questions she already knew, just to get my opinion, even if she knew it was the same as hers.

"Yup." I said nervously. Usually rich people were super judgmental.

 What if Simon shut me down before I even sang? 

I found my own section of the room, and my Mum helped me warm up. People had come around and given us these big stickers to put on our shirts with our audition numbers on them. Mine clearly stated '232677' on it, which I put just below my armpit. I didn't want it to get in the way, but I also wanted it to still be visible.

Finally, my long-awaited audition number was called and I made my way onto the stage. I was so worried. Ninety-five percent of the people who auditioned before I was called came out crying. I didn't want to end up like them. I wanted my dreams to come true, just like everyone else. Maybe singing just wasn't their fate. I prayed to God it was mine.

Some things were said between the judges and I before they asked me what song I would be singing, and to get started.

Gotta change my answering machine, now that I'm alone
'Cause right now it says that "We can't come to the phone"
And I know it makes no sense, 'cause you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore

It's been months and for some reason I just
Can't get over us
And I'm stronger than this

No more walking round with my head down
I'm so over being blue, crying over you

And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calendar I have that's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you, there's no more anniversary
I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you and your memory
And now every song reminds me of what used to be

That's the reason I'm
So sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Leave me alone
Stupid love songs
Don't make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
Let it go
Turning off the radio

'Cause I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Said I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?
Why can't I turn off the radio?

I finished singing and looked at the judges, seeing their judgmental faces. I blushed, and pulled down the sleeves on the flannel I was wearing. The judges whispered upon themselves.

"Congratulations, Niall. You've gotten four yes'." 

Little did I know, from that sentence on, my life changed completely.

A.N 

First chapters always suck. This Is my summer project! Please comment any mistakes!