The Inbetweeners

The Inbetweeners. Chapter 3. :)

The week went by with a breeze, meaning today is Zayn's X Factor auditions. Zayn, his family, and I stayed in a hotel last night so we could get in line early. We woke up at about 3 this morning. We left at about 4:45 and arrived at 5. There were only about 30 people in line so far. Zayn looked super happy and he was talking non-stop. You may think we don't talk very often, but we do and even if we don't talk, it's not uncomfortable. "Are you ready for a bunch of fun!?" Zayn practically screamed at me. "No." I said trying so hard to hide my sarcasm. "Well, someone is in a bad mood!" Zayn screamed pointing and poking me. "Zayn, I'm in the greatest mood ever."

"You don't seem like it." He frowned at me. "Well, I'm exhausted since SOMEONE wouldn't let me go to sleep until midnight last night!" I smiled at him, the biggest smile in the universe. "Sorry, but if you were going on tv to sing to a bunch of people and not know if they will like it or what song to sing, you wouldn't want to sleep either." He said excitedly. "YOU DON'T HAVE A SONG PICKED TO SING!?" I screamed a little to loud. "What Zayn!?" His mom asked concerned. "I don't know what to sing, because I don't know what I sound good singing.." He said looking down at his feet. "MARIO!" I yelled. "You love his music and you know the words to almost all of his songs." I stated bluntly with a smile. "True... Okay, can I use your headphones to listen to a couple of song to choose from?" I nodded and grabbed my headphones from my purse. Zayn pulled out his phone and hummed to a bunch of songs.

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We are at the front of the line now and Zayn has been quiet for awhile. "Are you ready Zaynieeee poooooo?" I asked cheerfully. "Kind of. I'm just nervous now.. It didn't really click until now that I'm going up to sing in front of celebrities and tv video camera." He frowned looking down at his shoes. "You'll do fine mate! You'll have the time of your life. You're strong and has a blissful voice. I love when you sing to me Zaynieeee." I cheered in an annoying little sister like voice. He looked up and smiled his million dollar smile at me. "Contestant number 165616, Zayn Malik." a scrawny little guy about mid twenties called. "Right here!" We all yelled enthusiastically. "Alright come on everyone. Camera crew is waiting and ready to interview you."

We went through the interviews and were waiting backstage for them to call Zayn up on stage. "If I make it through this, I want you with me all the time Hannah." Zayn looked deeply in my eyes. "No worries. I'm always here for you." I said smiling and squeezing him super tight. We let go of our hug and they were ready for him to go up on stage. "Hi. What's your name?" I heard Simon Cowell say in his think British accent. "Hello. My names Zayn." Zayn said nervously back. "And what would you like to sing for us today?" Simon said with a smile. "Uhh, Mario. Let Me Love You." And with that he started singing, "You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs) Fistful of diamonds (hand full of rings)Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are) You should let me love you Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need Ooh Baby good love and protection"