A few months later:
It was early in the morning and I was waiting in the queue to sing for the bootcamp. All of these months I was practising really hard and I was thinking about Louis. He didnt make any effort to communicate with me and so did I. Finally, I would see him.
My family was standing out and they were taking breakfast in a cafe in front of the building.
I wasn't as nervous as at the first time but I still was.
Some other guys were sitting in the hall and they were laughing all together. I wasnt interested to make new friends because of my anxiety, but I had talked to some other contestants. In general, I think that I am a really open guy, but at the moment I just wasn't interested to talk to them. A girl motioned her head to me and she told me to join them, but I refused gently.
The only person I wanted to spend my time with till the judges say my name was Louis.
I hadnt seen him anywhere. What happens if he didn't get in the X-Factor?
The thought of not seeing him again filled my body with anxiety.
"Whats up?", I heard the known voice behind by back and as I turned my head, my eyes met his.
"You did it! Congratulations", I said then and I gave him a small hug.
Our bodies were touched for a while and for a moment I felt the electricity, but I pulled myself away fast.
"Thank you. Do you want to eat something with me? I am really hungry, cause I didn't manage to have breakfast in the morning as I woke up late", he said then and my whole face was covered by a giant smile.
It would be my pleasure to spend some minutes with him and of course I said yes by walking behind him.
"Well, should I call you Haz? Or may Hazza?".
His little smile appeared immediately as he sat down on a table across the room.
"Anything you want, Lou", I responsed and I made him laugh.
"Good morning, what would you like?", an old lady asked us when she approached to us and she stand beside our table.
"I am gonna take a humburger and what about you Harry?"
"I think that l'll choose an orange juice, thank you".
When the lady left, Louis started talking about his life and he seemed to be really open as he told me about his family.
His parents were divorced and he has five younger half-sisters and one half-brother.
"Now, I live in an apartment in the same neibourhood where my mum lives", he informed me and he drunk some of his water.
"So you live alone?"
The thought of living alone without my family seemed to me a bit weird.
Surely, he is 17, so he is older than me, but I will move to my own house when I'll get 18 years old and that's what I find more normal.
"Yes, its cool and now I am used to it. I visit my family very often and they come to visit me, too, so its not really different from living with them."
I thought of it for a while and he was right, it must be really fun doing whatever you want without having someone telling you always what you have to do, like washing the dishes or cleaning up your room.
"Also, sometimes I invite my friends and we have something quite as a party".
For an inexplicable reason I felt my heart hurting when he mentioned his friends, but I tried not to show it. Was I jealous?
"We plan to have a big party on Saturday in the garden and I am gonna invite many people. You can come if you want".
He seemed a bit shy while he was telling these words and he was avoiding to look me into my eyes. It was evident that he was trying hard to show that its not a big deal but the way he left these words from his mouth made me believe that it was important for him to see me there.
"I would love to come, but I don't know anyone of them"
"Dont worry, you know me", he said by giving me one of his greatest smiles.
"Okay, then."
I was waiting him to finish his meal and then I said:
"Lets pay the bill cause I think that its time to go and see whats happening outside. Are you nervous?"
"Not really, I'll give my best and I just hope everything goes alright. You?", he asked.
"Yes, a bit".
"Dont worry, it will be fine", he said quietly and he took my hand into his.
I was really grateful that I lived that moment while staring at his wonderful eyes.
"You know that your curles are wonderful, don't you? They seem really soft and beautiful", he whispered and he touched gently my hair.
I was completely sure that this caused me breath problems and I was pushing myself to look normal but I just couldn't! We were really close and I could feel my heart beating so fast, but then he turned his face and he searched for his money in his pocket. But my heart continued beating fast.
We gave the money to the gentle lady and we moved to the hall where the number of the contestants who were attending to give a performance had been decreased.
***
Louis jumped in me and gave me one of these tight hugs that I couldn't breath when we learned that we both had passed in the bootcamp.
We were both really excited but the whole thing made me feel exhausted so we didn't plan to celebrate it.
When I told my family the good news they felt really proud of me for one more time and their proudness made me even more happy than I was.
We decided to go straight home as I wanted some sleep and I couldn't keep my eyes open.
"How do you feel?", mum asked as she was driven carefully in the road.
"I don't know, I can't believe that I made it, its amazing".
Gemma was listening to music with her earphones. Although, she was joining the conversation and she told me that I was perfect.
I know that I was not but I liked the fact that she told that to me.
Many contestants are further better than me.
Also, I am glad that Louis made it and when I heard his performance I was always thinking that my heart would stop beating. He was fantastic on stage and his voice was so nice that I didn't want him to stop singing.
I brought back in my head and I replaid in my mind many times the way he hugged me tightly.
When we returned back home I made some hot chocolate and I ate many biscuits till my stomach hurt. Gemma was watching a film and I joined her until my eyes closed.
At night, I dreamt about the boy with the blue eyes.
