Re-uniting With Mr. Famous

Prologue

"Pleaseeee Harry. Please just do it, I promise you that you won't regret it." I told him. He groaned and shook his head.

"No, I can't. That's it, we're going home. I can't deal with this pressure."

"Harry! Hey, stop. Look at me," I told him. I turned his chin with my hand and forced his green eyes to stare into my grey ones. "You. Can. Do. This. This is a chance of a lifetime, you can't throw it all away because of some stupid stage fright. Just think of me, or your mom, or even Gemma when you sing. But Harry, you can do this." I smiled and pecked his cheek. "Now get out there and swipe those judges off their chairs!"

Harry grinned and grabbed the microphone from the backstage worker.

Ann thanked me for helping to get her son over his fears. I bit my lip and held my hands together, anxious for his performance.

After he got through all of the bullshit about his life, he told the judges he would sing Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder. He told me he'd sing this song because he thought of me when he sang it but I don't believe him. He could be singing this song to any of the females in his life.

Once he finished the song, he waited for the judges responses. I could tell that the females in the audience loved him, I mean who wouldn't? He was a cute British boy with an amazing voice. And the judges would be stupid to not say yes.

It was quite saddening to see the look on Harry's face when Louis said no and was putting him down by saying he was too young. It hurt to see the sad look on Harry's face, even if he tried to mask it and act cool. I could tell he was hurt, despite the fact he's good with hiding emotions.

I just had to smile when Simon said that the audience couldn't boo Louis loud enough. That must mean Simon liked Harry, which was a good thing. I knew Simon would say yes, so now it was a matter of Nichole's vote. I let out a sigh when she said yes.

I literally squealed with joy when Simon gave the final yes. Two yes's, and he's moving on.

I let Harry hug his mom and sister before I attacked him. Happy tears rolled down my cheeks as I whispered in his ear, "I knew you could do it."

"I thought of you while I was up there, your the reason I made it through this," he whispered back.

We then shared a moment like never before. He kissed me. Like, on the lips kiss. Sure, we'd kiss each other's cheeks and hug a lot but we've never kissed. We've been best friends ever since I moved next door to him when my mother dragged me to England. She wanted me to experience the wonders of the world when my dad left us. I was six at the time and passed the cooties phase, yet no were near the hormones phase. Harry and I have had a special friendship and always been close. It was when we hit puberty that the girls swarmed him for attention while I stayed the same old me. I was just grateful Harry didn't leave me for popularity.

I could tell we've been getting closer these past few months. Heck, even our moms tease us and say how we'll be married one day. Of course we both blush and groan to that.

So I was shocked when he kissed me. It felt nice though. His lips were soft and moved against mine in perfect harmony. I loved the way he felt against me, too.

My arms made their way around his neck while his stayed at my waist. I almost forgot we were surrounded by our families and friends. Almost.

We pulled apart for a breath and stared at each other with wide eyes. I could hear out mom's cheering and gushing about us but I could care less. I was just so caught up in the moment, so out of it that all I could think was how big of a part Harry was in my life. And how much it's gonna suck when he has to be here for the X Factor and I have to go back home.