I had just finished singing the song, the music ended. But there was no claps. Not a sound was made. Silence. What if they didn't like it? A blanket of doubt hovered over me. I was fazed by it. But the silence ended as Simon stood up and clapped. Others followed. One by one the entire arena had stood up and clapped for me.
"Eve Delacy, you're moving on to the next stage. It's a unanimous yes from all of us." Simon boomed. I jumped for joy but before I walked off and went home, I went the opposite direction. Towards Harry. I sprinted towards him and gave him a tackle-hug. He ended up on the ground because of it.
"You better make it to the next round, cause I want to see you again!" I told him. Harry nodded and smiled.
"We still have that date to look forward to." Harry said. I stood up and ran to the other side, earning laughs from the audience and judges. Simon, speaking into his mic said
"I like this one. I like her." Music played indicating the next contestant. I stayed behind to wait for Harry. I sat back stage watching through a monitor and constantly glancing to the stage. The judges nodded for him to go on and sing. I waited for music to play, and the music that played was simply Harry's voice. It was beautiful. He sung "Isn't She Lovely", the song we sung in line. Yet as I expected, he made it through to the next stage. He beamed with happiness and walked of the stage.
"Congrats!" I congratulated him. Harry and I could not stop smiling.
"Give me your number, and I'll give you mine. That way we can stay in touch till bootcamp." He explained. I pulled out my phone as he did the same. I added myself as a contact and labeled my nickname as
" Sandwich date has been promised with this one :)" we switched back as I walked out and went home. I waved to Harry and said my goodbyes.
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I rode the bus home but decided to pay Niall a little visit as his house was on the way. I opened the door to his house as it was never locked. But on the way up I heard something. Something I may not have wanted to hear, or anyone would in my shoes.
"I'm not ever going to date Eve because she's not pretty enough, she's not thin enough, and she's just not good enough." Niall explained to his unknown companion. I felt tears dropping from my eyes. I'm not good enough. I knew it. I tried to hide my sniffling but failed, catching Niall's attention in the process. Niall ran out of the room and saw me running for the exit.
"Eve! Eve wait, It's not what you think." He tried to explain. I tripped a little from hearing his voice and lost one of my shoes on his stairs. I sprinted out and ran home. As soon as I got home I wrapped myself in a blanket and started to cry even harder. But I was interrupted by a call. I expected it to be Eleanor but the caller ID said "HS". It was Harry. I answered. I didn't care who right now, I wanted someone to talk to.
"Hello." I sniffled trying to hide my tears.
"Eve, are you alright?" Harry asked, his voice concerned. I spontaneously burst into tears. Normally, I wouldn't weep over these things but it was different with Niall. "If you need to vent, I'll listen." Harry said from the phone. I explained my situation with Niall, including our little chat on the roof and the recent events of now.
"Wow. Eve, I think it's best if you don't speak to him. He may just hurt you more." Harry told me. "You don't have to, but I'm just giving advice." He continued. However, he just may be right.
"You're right though. Thanks Harry, you've cheered me up. Now what was it that you called to talk about?" I thanked him.
"Nothing really. I just was curious as to if you've gotten home." He explained.
"It's getting late, we should probably get some sleep." I explained to him. We said our goodbyes as I nodded off to bed.
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AN: I honestly don't like how these chapters are turning out. Oh well. This story is turning out to be a very long one. I hope you guys are liking it. I'm not trying to make Niall look like a jerk though, his "jerky" behaviour will be explained in the next and last chapter of my writing spam.
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