Torn in love (Union J)

Is This The End?

Tessa

“Tessa?” George’s voice echoes through the toilet, “Tessa, come out, please.”

“No,” I sob in reply, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall, “She hates me. I’m going home and she won’t even support me.”

“Hey,” George’s voice is gentle and calming, “She doesn’t hate you. She’s just a little angry that you changed the song. She didn’t know what was going to happen, but she’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

I shake my head, “No, you don’t understand.” A sob catches in my throat, making me hiccup, “She hates me. She wouldn’t have said all that stuff if she didn’t. She’s never going to forgive me.” I burst into another set of sobs, new tears falling down my cheeks.

“Please Tessa,” George begs, “Please just come out, please.”

“NO!” I yell, “I hate myself. Just leave me alone.”

Leaning my head against the wall, I let my tears spill out onto my pretty dress. It’s ruined now, with wet spots from my tear drops splattered all over it. I doubt my make-up looks any better either. I close my eyes, letting my wet lashes touch each other. As I curl up into a ball, I sniffle a little. I feel so cold and alone. I’m so scared. I’ve ruined my dream.

“Tessa,” George starts, “Tessa-”

“Leave her alone,” A smooth voice says, and I can hear George move out of the way, “Tessa, it’s me, Liv.”

“Livvie?” I croak, opening my eyes a little.

I imagine Liv nodding, “It’s me,” She replies, “Let me in?”

“Ok,” I find myself saying, “But not George. I don’t want George here.”

Liv pauses, “Ok, George will go.” I hear a grumble of protest but soon Liv knocks on the door again and I unlock it, letting her slip in and lock it again. She takes one look at me and immediately wraps her arms around me, engulfing me in a tight hug.

“Tessa, I’m so sorry,” She whispers into my ear, “I can’t even remember why we fought, but I’m so, so, so sorry. You have to forgive me.”

“I forgive you,” I tell her quietly.

She smiles and rocks me in her arms, “I was watching in the audience,” She tells me, “I need you to know that what Tulisa said is not going to be true. You are not going to leave this week. You are Tessa Williams, and you are strong!”

“I don’t know anymore, Liv,” I reply quietly, “I messed up.”

Liv smiles sadly, “We mess up all the time, Tessa, but we get up and carry on. We don’t care what people think of us.”

“But this is bad,” I whisper, “I’ve ruined this. I’ve ruined my dream.”

“No you haven’t,” Liv says sternly, “You need to get up right now and show everyone that you don’t care what Tulisa said, and that you are fighting and strong.”

I shrug, rubbing my sore eyes that have stopped leaking tears. I close them for a second before opening them again.

“Where’s the make-up?” I ask, causing Liv to grin at me. She stands up, helping me up too and takes me across the hallway – George is nowhere to be seen – and into the make-up room. Expertly, she does my make-up so that it looks like I haven’t been crying one bit. She makes my make-up look exactly how it did before, and it makes me smile even more.

Liv still likes me!

We’re still best friends!

Joy surges through me even though I feel so bad about my performance. I look up at Liv and hug her tightly. It’s unexpected, but it makes me feel so much better.