Don't Let Me Go

*Chapter One*

(Note- This chapter is in 2011. Just remember that. And remember Me, Myself, And Time is not by Demi Lovato. The only judges are Simon, Demi, and Britney.)

-Isabella's P.O.V-

I placed my song book on top of my guitar, and zipped it up in it's guitar case. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked fine.

I had on a neon orange tee with white leggings and neon orange Toms. My dark brown, long curly hair was down, and I had little eye make up around my soft green eyes.

I nervously played with my charm bracelet, on my left wrist. A habit of mine that I picked up when I was nervous. Well, besides eating candy, but that's worse.

My charm bracelet was a silver chain, with 10 charms Two cats, a solid heart, a panda with a baby, a golden art pallet, a dolphin, Mickey Mouse, a Garnet, a flower, and a butterfly. This bracelet ment the world to me.

"Stop fidgeting with your bracelet, Bella. You have no reason to be nervous, you're going to ace this audition." The familiar deep husky voice said. I peered at my best friend through the mirror.

"What if they don't like me Harry? I could be going up there to embarrass myself and have the bullies tease me more about." I said, pulling at my shirt. Harry walked towards me and spun me around. He laid his hands on my shoulders.

Harry and I have been best friends since we were in diapers. Him being 17, me 16. We were tight at the hip. We did everything together. He joined the X Factor last year, lost, got put back into the show with a band, they got third, and Simon signed them. He's really famous now. His band and him are on break, and he came down to support me going to try out for the X Factor.

"Bella, listen to me. You are extremely talented. You have the voice of an angel and you can write your own songs. Even I can't do that. Screw the bullies." He said. I smiled softly up at him. I gazed into his breath taking emerald green eyes.

"Thanks Haz. I needed that." I sucked into a breath. He chuckled and patted my cheek weirdly. I gave him an odd look, but he waved me off. He has been spending way to much time with his band members, whom I haven't met.

"Come on. Our family's are practically bouncing with excitement. So, I suggest we go before they burst." He said, making me laugh loudly. I swung my guitar case over my shoulder and followed Harry out of my room.

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I inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm myself. Harry was doing it with me. Since he's already famous, he's been getting a lot of attention. I have to admit, I'm slightly jealous.

I looked at the number sticker on my shirt. 619573. A number I'll remember for ever. My guitar was slung over my shoulder.

"They're ready for you, Isabella." The stage producer said. I nodded. I gave my Mum a quick hug and she kissed my cheek. I hugged my Dad, who came home from the Navy to see this. I hugged Anne and Gemma, who both wished me luck. I hugged Harry last of all.

"Promise you'll be here, right here, so I can hug you first if I get in or denied." I said. He chuckled. My heats heated up in embarrassment.

"I'll be right here. Go get them, Bell." He smirked and lightly pushed me. I grabbed the microphone from the stage manager and walked onto stage. The crowd started cheering. I smiled a little and sat down in the chair on the middle of the X. I put the microphone on the stand.

"Hello. What's your name?" Britney asked.

"Isabella Richards." I said. Simon crossed off something on his list.

"Okay Isabella. Why are you here today?" Simon asked.

"I decided I'd give this a shot, and my best friend pretty much forced me to do this." I joked and the crowd laughed.

"What would you do with the money if you won?" Demi asked.

"I'd give some of it to my Mum, because she deserves it. And I'd keep a tiny bit, then give the rest to my Dad. My Dad is in the navy, and I told him if I won, I'd give him the money so when he gets sent back out, he can give the money to his general for the army." I said.

"Amazing. What are you going to sing for us Isabella?" Britney asked.

"A song I wrote myself, called Me, Myself, and I." I said.

"Whenever you're ready." Simon said. I nodded. I took a deep breath abd started strumming. I opened my mouth and began to sing.

I can make the rain stop, if I wanna

Just by my attitude.

I can take my laptop, record a snapshot

And change your point of view.

I just entered this brand new world

And I'm so open hearted.

I know I got a long way to go, but I'm.

I'm just getting started.

I'm over my head and I know it, I know it.

I'm doing my best not to show it, to show it.

Whatever it takes to be, what I was meant to be

What I was meant to be.

I'm gonna try.

Cause I'm living the dream and I know it, I know it.

I'm trying my best not to blow it, to blow it.

And I know everything will be fine with Me, Myself, and Time.

I stopped strumming and singing when Simon held a hand up. My mind instantly started filling with bad thoughts. Was I that bad?

Suddenly the crowd, and the judges, were on their feet, cheering loudly and clapping. I laughed, happily. That's a good sign.

"Isabella, that was truly, and honestly, amazing." Demi gushed. I blushed a tiny bit.

"I had to admit, you havea great voice. Possible better than Demi's." Simon joked, smirking at Demi, who laughed at him. I shook my head, laughing.

"I could never be better than you, Demi." I said honestly.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Britney asked. I nodded. She let out a low whistle, making me laugh again. "How old are you?" She asked.

"16 years old. I actually wrote this song when I was 15." I said.

"That song was so powerful. What inspired you to write it?" Simon asked. I took a silent deep breath. If I was going to try and get in, I'd figure I'd be honest.

"At school, I'm bullied, quite a lot. And, instead of taking the words to heart and hurting myself, I put that emotion into my songs. And I uh, I have quite a lot of songs." I said, pushing my tears back.

"Well sweetheart, remember one thing. We are both on T.V, and those bullies are sitting at home, watching us." Demi smiled. I smiled at her.

"Well, I think we should start. I vote yes. Yes, a thousand times." Britney says. The crowd cheered.

"Of course, yes. Yes, yes, yes!" Demi said, and the crowd cheered again. I looked at Simon nervously. One more yes..

"Isabella, it looks like you have three yes's. Congraduations." Simon grinned. The crowd went crazy. Relied washed over me, and a huge grin over took my face. I jumped from the chair, and covered my face in my hands, and looked uo at the ceiling.

"Thank you so much." I said, uncovering my face. I grabbed my guitar and ran off stage. I saw my family and Harry's cheering with excitement. My eyebrows furrowed when I noticed something.

"Where's Harry?" I asked. All I got were sad looks. My smile fell, realising.

He wasn't here.

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Yay! Another story! I'm going to be updating mt other one, but I am honestly stuck. I have no clue what to write next. This one has me a little excited. Just pretend Demi Lovato didn't sing Me, Myself, and Time on Sonny With Chance.

PEACE!