Star Girl ~a JJ Hamblett fanfiction

Chapter 3

*Trigger Warning*

I got through! Me as in Danielle Lauren Fletcher actually got through to the live shows! Like what? I'm still trying to process it in my head to be honest. There's just one thing that's bringing down my mood. Liz didn't get through. I'm pretty sure I cried harder than she did. She's the person I was closest to here and I just wanted someone I could always talk to during the live shows. I do have a best friend but she wont always be here that's the only thing. She says it's fine but I know she's lying. I can tell she's really upset she didn't get through.

I had a few days at home before I headed off to our hotel we're staying at during the live shows. It was really nice to see my family before I had to leave them behind again. But as of right now I am on my way to the hotel with the boys, who did get through in case you were wondering. The other girls that got through were Lucy and Ella which means that one of us is sharing with someone out of our category. I'm secretly hoping its me so I can share with the boys. They're really the people I'm closest with in the whole competition.

We arrived at a posh hotel called the Corinthia and were escorted out of the car and inside. There was loads of paparazzi there which was super new to me! All of us met in the lobby. There was 12 acts in total but there was more people here than that because of the groups. I finally found JJ and Josh standing in the middle of the crowd. I made my way through the group struggling slightly since I'm only 5 foot 1.

"Ok, listen up!" A tall man with a clipboard said. "We need you to pay attention because we are going to tell you who you are sharing a room with and what room number you will be in. I kind of zoned out until i heard my name being called. "...and finally we have Danielle Fletcher with the boys from union j in room 405." He called out. Well this should be interesting. I took one of the keys and ran up the stairs with JJ chasing behind me.

"I CALL SHOTGUN ON THE DOUBLE BED!" I yelled jumping on it.

"Wait there's only 3 more beds. I guess you get to share your bed with me!" He said jumping down next to me. Even more interesting considering i may or may not have a slight crush on him.

"Hey! You can't just take the bed!" Josh said walking in.

"Umm i think we just did." I laughed.

"You guys are dicks. Both of you." Jaymi said dropping his bag on his bed. I swear I must have had the biggest bag ever! It was dropped off at the door and i literally had to heave it into the room.

"No, no guys really there's no need to help me! It's not like I'm a small girl pulling a suitcase that's almost bigger than her!" I said sarcastically as i dropped the case next to my side of the bed letting out a puff of breath.

"Did you bring enough?"

"Oh shit! I forgot the other bag!" I laughed.

"Is this a whole bag of bracelets?" George said pulling my bag of what i like to call cover up bracelets because i use them to cover up my scars. I have to wear 10 at least just to make sure no one sees them.

"Yeah. I like bracelets." I laughed a little shyer.

We took a small tour around the studio today and oh my god its huge! I don't actually think I'll manage to find my way around it. Ever!

So right now i am in the bathroom just sitting here. We also met some of the dancers today, and you'll never guess who I got re-united with. The same girl who bullied me all the way through high school. Chloe Reynolds. She gave me dirty looks the whole way through the tour today and then at the end she pulled me to the side and actually threatened to kill me if I didn't stay out of her studios.

I know I quit cutting a few month ago now but I couldn't help but feel the strong urge to do it again. I had had enough of sitting here depressed. I reached into my make up bag and pulled out one of my sharpeners. I easily snapped off the blade and sat back down on the cold floor. I ran the blade along the old scars. The cool metal felt amazing against the freshly opened scars. The blood began streaming down my arm. I grabbed a bit of toilet roll and wrapped my arm in it, slipping the bade into my bag. I know it was wrong but seeing her today just triggered something inside of me. Maybe I'll become addicted again. Maybe I won't. But there's nothing I can do now that it's done.

~Danielle x