Having the X Factor: A One Direction FanFiction

The First Week

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Chapter Three

I think the only good thing that has happened is that I hardly ever see Blair. And, I guess that I got Louis for a mentor/instructor. He seemed to be the only one who was actually paying attention to me and what I felt about things. Like on Monday, when we were deciding on a song I was going to sing he said, "Do what you feel like doing, it doesn't matter what I think, what the boys think, or what anyone else thinks. It only matters what you think." Of course he still had final say in the song, but that doesn't mean anythihng. What he was trying to tell me, is that my opinion mattered to him.

My final choice was Mirrors, just because I love the song. Louis thought it was a good choice too, but he said it was going to take a lot of work. And it had. I think I have rehersed more than anyone in my house. Or course most of my house are lazy girls, but still. He said my voice was lacking emotion as I sang, and then when I tried to do it WITH emotion he said I was forcing it. Honestly, I felt like ripping my hair out when it was only Tuesday. But now it's Thursday, tomorrow we start practicing on stage, and I don't know if I can do it!

"You're not going to the party tonight." Louis said walking into my practice room after lunch. I didn't care about the party, but I HATED being told what to do.

"Seriously?" I ask getting off my stool, "Louis I'm trying, alright?" I say giving him a look.

He just brushed it off, "Phoenix, no! I'm just thinking of what's best for you." That made me laugh. What's best for me? What did he care?

"You're kidding right?" I ask crossing my arms.

He sighed and looked at me, "Do you want to go to the party, but then make a fool of your self tomorrow, or stay back practicing vocal exercises so you breathe correctly and sound amazing tomorrow?"

"Woman hate questions." I say giving him a sideways look.

He was right, I needed to stay home and to do breath and vocal crap so I didn't sound retarded at rehersal, "Fine," I say picking my mic up again before looking at Louis.

"Again?" he smiled and pressed play on the music. Cracking my neck I start again. As I got to the chorus I closed my eyes. It felt easier to move and sing out.

"Stop," Louis said and I let out a groan and held in my scream, "you have to get the breathing right!" he said, "You cannot breath before I'm! Blair gets it every time, now cmon" he was yelling at me in frustration.

I didn't blame him, I'd get it once then never get it for an hour, "I'm sorry!" I cry letting the mic fall to the floor. Louis flinched and I run my fingers through my thick hair, "I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as Blair! I can asure you I never will be either."

I felt my anger drain and I sat down on my stool, "Phoenix, that's not what I meant..."

A bitter laughter bubbled from my lips, "Then what did you mean?" Louis face was pale and he looked away. He knew he had said something wrong, and he wouldn't even look at me. Great, now I deffinatly am going to suck tomorrow. Besides the fact Liam and Harry hate me, and now so does my instructor who so happens to be a judge. I don't have a chance at moving on again.

Sorry Mom.

Looking at the clock, I picked up my bag and grab the music off the piano before I head for the door, "Where are you going?" he asks me as I put my hand on the cold handle.