Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Thirty-Three.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

I woke up early the next morning. Everyone found out who was going through or not today, then we get our flight back to the UK late in the afternoon. After breakfast the first of the girls were called out for Gary to give them their feedback. I was in the second group along with Katie.  I was sitting waiting, fidgeting with a piece of thread hanging off my shirt. I was more nervous that I've ever been in my life.

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Katie didn’t get through. She was distraught. I knew I had no chance now. I walked out nervously and sat in front of Gary who was so calm looking. Lucky for some. "I was worried about you Aimee. I didn’t think you could cope with that song." He started. I nodded slowly. I could feel my eyes starting to sting and the tears starting to form. "You have an amazing voice but you hold yourself back. I think you should work hard and push yourself to get the best out of your voice. That’s why I’m going to take a risk and take you through to the live shows!" My jaw hit the floor.

"Really?" Gary nodded with a smile on his face. I gave him a quick hug and thanked him. "I won’t let you down. Thank you so much!" I literally ran back inside I was so happy. Katie congratulated me but I could see the hurt in her eyes. I instantly left really bad.

"I'll see you on the plane..." She said quietly. I took her wrist and stopped her.

"Don’t let this stop you, Katie. This should make you more determined and want to come back and try again next year." I said, trying to make the situation better, but I don't think it worked because she just shook her head and walked away. Oh well. Nothing more I can do for her. I don't want to sound selfish, but I'm not giving up my dreams just to make her feel better. No fucking way.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I woke up to find Liam missing the other side of my bed. There was a faint smudge of paint on the pillow. I looked at my hands to find I was still covered in paint. I smiled to myself remembering the paint war Liam and I had.  I got up and walked into the kitchen to find a little note on the table, written in a recognisable, messy hand writing. 'Gone to the studio, sorry I didn't wake you... you looked so peaceful :) Liam xx' I shook my head smiling and went to the cupboard and lifted out a bowl for cereal. There was another note in the bowl. 'P.S. I love you <3'   He’s so cute but cheesy all at the same time - that’s why I love him. I was slightly creeped out at how he knew I was going to have cereal for breakfast though...

After I had my breakfast and had a shower, I changed into jeans and a loose, grey jumper. I have a whole week off from work and I was going to spend it doing sweet F.A. Or so I thought. I was sitting watching T.V. when my phone rang. I didn’t bother looking at the I.D. "Hello?"

"Meghan?"

"Yeah...?" I asked, unsure of who it was.

"It’s Joanne." Then it clicked. Joanne is my mum’s sister, so she’s my auntie. We’re kind of close, considering I haven't seen my mum in like two years.

"Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while! What’s up?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a favour." Fuck.

"Sure, what do you need?" I asked. I can't say no to her. She took me in for about a year, when mum left and looked after me until I was old enough to buy a flat of my own. I owe her.

"Well, myself and your uncle Danny were planning on going away for the weekend. We had a baby sitter planned but she has just cancelled on us. Would you mind looking after little Tori for us?

"Victoria? I haven’t seen her in forever! How old is she now?"

"She’s almost four but don't be fooled by her age, she acts like a seven year old." Joanne said, smiling. I laughed and shook my head but soon stopped, realising she couldn’t see me.

"Yeah, of course I will. When do you want me to?"

"Is tonight and tomorrow night ok? We’re leaving early tomorrow morning and should be back by Sunday afternoon." Joanne said.

"Yeah, that’s fine. I have to pick my friend up from the airport later so I could pick Tori up on the way home?"

"That’s great, thank you. See you then." She hung up and I went back to watching T.V. My phone buzzed, telling me I had a message. I opened it up and smiled.

Li<3: Hey Megs(: How are you this fine day? :P xxx

Megs: Hello Mr. Payne :D Just chillin’, you know the style. Yourself? Xxx

Li<3: I’m ok... I’d be better if you were here :( do you have plans later? Xxx

Megs: Sorry babe, going to be busy :/ why, what’s up? xxx

Liam’s P.O.V.

Busy? She said she was off all week. I was about to reply when I was dragged back into the recording booth. I couldn’t concentrate. Harry had brought Lauren along and she was putting all of us off  - except Harry. We were sick to death of them giving each other kissy faces and whispering things to each other. We took a quick break so I moved over and whispered to Niall. "Is it just me or does Lauren seem to be putting on this act of loving Harry?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don’t think she loves Harry. She’s just using him for the fame and for the fact he’s Harry Styles."

"He’s just using her to get over Aimee. I saw the texthe sent her yesterday. He told her that he loved her."

"WHAT?"

"He said he lov-"

"I heard you, Niall. I just can’t believe it." I walked over to Harry, dragging him out of the booth and out of ear shot of Lauren.

"What are you doing?" He said, pissed off. He pulled his arm out of my grip.

"More like what are you doing? Why did you tell Aimee you loved her when you knew she needed to concentrate on her performance?"

"I had to tell her sometime." He said cooly, like it didn't even matter. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Well, what did she say back?"

Aimee’s P.O.V.

I stepped off the plane with Katie. I offered to take her back to the 1D house and let her meet the boys but she was still disappointed about not getting through. I said goodbye to her and she got into a taxi and headed off. I sat on my suitcase and waited for Meghan to come and pick me up. I played a quick game of Temple Run but fell off when I heard a horn beeping. I looked up to find Meghan sitting waiting for me. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and trailed my case over and shoved it in the boot. I got in the passenger seat. "Well?!" She said, nervously. I tried to keep a straight face.

"I MADE IT! I’M GOING ON THE LIVE SHOWS! AAHHH!" I couldn’t contain myself anymore. Meghan flung her arms aroundme.

"WELL DONE! I would take you out to celebrate but I’m babysitting Tori."

"Your cousin?" She nodded as she drove off and headed for my house. She stopped at my house and I got out and got my stuff.

"Thanks for the lift." I smiled.

"No sweat. Sorry I can’t stop, I have to go get Tori. Congratulations again." I smiled and waved as she drove off. I walked in and heard mum and dad in the kitchen. They mustn’t have heard me come in because they continued talking.

"I don’t know, Phillip. I don’t want her locking herself in her room again."

"She deserves to know."

What?

"I just don’t think she’s going to take the news well." I walked into the kitchen and they both turned to face me.

"What won’t I take well?" I asked.

"How did judges’ houses go?" Dad asked.

"What won’t I take well?" I repeated.

"Your dad asked you a question." Mum said.

"I asked him first. Now tell me what I won’t take well?"