Having the X Factor: A One Direction FanFiction

The Change

Hey!!! No one liked the last chapter:( I'm sorry, I guess I'll try and do a little better this time....

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I woke up to the sunlight shinning in my eyes, "Harry, close the curtains," I mummbled a little before turning on my side away from it. But, no one closed them, "Harry?" I asked sitting up and looking around the room.

This was definatly my room, and I knew for a fact last night had actually happened for a couple of reasons. One, I was naked, and two some of Harry's clothes were at the end of my bed.

"Hey, Metal! It's time to get up!" I heard Blair and her friends laugh as they walked by and pounded on my door. Seeing the time, I couldn't get out of bed fast enough.

Eight o'clock.

I ran to my closet and looked at the contense. Black, black, black, and more black. Serously?! I scolded myself before settling in the best thing I could find.

I found a high low pale colored dress my Aunt must have packed. It was tighter around my curve with elastic and billowy at the top. Next I took out the soft gray pumps that sat on the bottom with a nice black clutch with a butterfly. Feeling exposed, I grabbed a leather jacket and slipped on a simple black braclet.

Looking in the mirror, I saw my real face, without all that crap I usually had on. But, I wasn't ready for no make-up, so I put on red lipstick and black eyeliner.

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"Harry, babe, let's go!" I heard Blair call as I make my way down the stairs.

Babe? Why was she calling him babe? As I walked around the corner, there they were, kissing in the door way. I felt something inside of me snap, and I fell against the wall. What was happening? Was I insane? Perhaps I was still asleep...

"Harry?" I ask holding my stomach as they pulled apart and looked at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" Blair asks staring me up and down as if I was a threat.

It almost made me laugh to see how she was acting. She didn't need to be jealous, it was obvious that she was the only one he was going for. Publicly anyway.

"No one," I say as I walk out the door not looking at either of them as I started across the streat to the studio. I felt something hurt and burn in my chest as I walked into my practice room and grabbed the mic I was going to be using on stage.

As I walked backstage and watched the others get ready, I heard my song. I looked on stage and saw Blair singing it and my jaw dropped, "Hold the fuck up," I say walking to the opening, "that's my song" I told the woman with a clipboard.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Um, who are?" she asked and I rolled my eyes. Was it that big of a change?

"Phoenix," I said, "and change my song," I say taking the pen and writing down the switch before handing it back to her. She just stared at me as I got ready to go on.

"Um... We can't get a new disk that fast," she was looking at me differently now... almost annoyed.

"Then can I borough a guitar?" I ask looking around.

"Here," someone says handing it to me a Martin sunburst.

The color was vibrant and beautiful against the gray on my dress and black on my jacket. I look down at it without looking at the man who had lent it to me, "Wow," I say quietly, "it's so beautiful..." I smile and strum it once.

"Well, compared to the woman holding it, it's rather dull." I looked up and smiled.

Ed Sheran not only handed me his guitar, but I'm pretty sure he just called me beautiful.

"Phoenix," someone said and I walked onto the stage and put the strap around my shoulder.

"Um, I've switched my song," I say smiling and struming the first cord.

When I was done, Louis looked at me from his chair, "You're absolutly nuts," he says standing up and walks out of the room. I looked a Liam and he was giving me this stare that I couldn't quiet place, and Niall was smiling stupidly in his chair. I didn't want to look at Harry, but I had to. He was looking down and biting his thumb nail and messing around on his phone. He didn't give a shit I guess.

"Love that was amazing!" Ed says as I walk off stage and I laugh a little.

"Are you saying that because it was your song?" I say tucking my hair behind my ear and handing him his guitar back.

"Well, if I could sing it like that, I'd sing it all the time," he says smiling at me as he puts his guitar in the case. I watched Ed. His red hair fell into his eyes and his arm muscles flexed as he fixed the case.

I didn't mean to stare, but I was and it was only the sound of that voice that unfroze me, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I looked up at Blair.

"Standing..." I say furrowing my brows and looking around. Ed was giving her a look as if to say 'what the fuck;.

"Blair, I've been looking for you," Harry said walking up and wrapping an arm around her waist, "hey Ed," he says smiling at his friend.

"Bye, uh, Mr. Sheeran," I say turning around and walking in the other direction as Harry refuses to acknowledge my existence.

"Hey, wait," he said taking my hand and making me freeze, "where ya goin so fast?"

I looked at Harry.

He looked away.

"Uh," I say looking at Blair's frosty glare.

"Why don't you come to the party with us tonight?" Ed asked smiling at me and I felt like I needed to puke.

I can't go with him... Sure he's cute but... He's Harry's friend.

"No that's alright," I say trying to force a smile, "I'll just be in the way."

"Ha, got that right," Blair said snorting and flipping her hair, "God, Ed, honestly, what do you see in Metal?" she rolls her eyes and pulls Harry down the hall. I watched them go, willing the tears away. Her words didn't surprise me, but Harry looking back did.

"Metal?" Ed asked looking at me and I shrugged.

"I, uh, used to have a lot of piercings... She pulled one out so I took them all out, it's better than Nails... That's what they used to call me," I say touching the scar on my lip.

"She pulled one out?" He asks stepping closer - looking closely at the scar on my lip - I nod.

"Well, I have a lot of practice to do," I say quietly before going down the hall, "I'll see you later," I say not turning back.

I realized how rude it was, but I just couldn't look back at him. How could I?