Let Me Kiss You (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

After a lot of screaming, crying, jumping, one broken bowl and one huge mess, I run to my room to wear something more suitable for a interview with Kevin, a man who works for Simon freaking Cowell. I look through my closet and pull out a white tshirt, a tan, wool knit sweater, black extra-skinny jeans, and gray ugg boots. I look at myself feeling satisfied and walk out of my room. Dyandra's in a deep blue shirt with a white sweater that's unbuttoned. She's wearing gray skinny jeans and black flats.

"We need a copy of our track!" Dyandra exclaims, scurrying into our recording room. She grabs one copy of our tracks and puts it in her white purse.

"Should I bring my guitar?" I ask.

"They have our track, why need a live performance?" Dyandra says, grabbing the keys to her car. I can't drive and I don't want to. After surviving an almost-death-experience when I was 12, I didn't think driving would be fun. At all.

I sit in shot gun and plug in my iPhone to the stereo. I put on our first cd we made and sit back in my chair, grinning like a fool. This might be it. This is the first step to our success. I'm nervous. I'm excited. I'm-

"We're really doing it." Dyandra says snapping me out of my day dream. "We're really going to the interview that is going to change our lives!"

I cheer and sing along to our song.

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After 30 minutes of driving, we make it to the SYCO office. At first, we just stand at the doors, taking everything in.

When we walk in, it's a hustle and bustle of people getting to interviews, talking to secretaries, storming out of offices, and a lot of teary eyed people. What were we walking into?

I was too deep in thought to even realize Dyandra had already walked up to the counter. I speed walk over to the counter as the secretary says "Kevin will come get you when it's time." The lady behind the counter gives us a smile and tells us where we can wait. We sit down and Dyandra pulls out her phone. Seconds later my phone chimes meaning I got a tweet.

'We're at SYCO! We're really doing it guys! @julia_goolia_2000 Xx' Dyandra tweeted. I look at her and smile and open up iMessages.

'To: Mom

Hey mom. You'll never guess where I am right now!'

I send the message and slip my phone back in my pocket. I look over at Dyandra and she's playing temple run on her phone.

Two minutes later, a man walks out of an office.

"Are you ladies the band DJ?" The man asks us.

"Umm, yes we are." I say, getting out of my seat. Dyandra gets out of her seat and sticks out her hand.

"Dyandra Jackson. Such a pleasure to meet you." She says smiling. Kevin smiles back, but it looks forced.

"It's very nice to meet you, too." He says, shaking her hand.

"I'm Julia Scott. Thank you for inviting us today." I try to hide my excitement, but my words are dripping with it.

"Please, right this way." Kevin says, leading us to his office. I look at the seat I'm about to sit in and think 'imagine how many famous people have sat right here. And now, it's me!'

My phone chimes with my moms ringtone indicating she replied to my text. I discreetly take out my phone and read my moms reply.

'From: Mom

Where? Are you ok? Are you hurt?'

I laugh slightly at the text and reply to her. Better not keep her waiting.

'To: Mom

No, mom. I'm at SYCO!! I'll talk to you later. I love you!'

I send the message and set my phone inbetween my thighs.

"So. Do you have a demo CD I could haw a look at?" Kevin asks, looking at us with cold eyes. He seems friendly. As friendly as a shark.

"Oh, umm, yeah right here." Dyandra says, tripping over her own words.

My throats gone dry. I'm so nervous. What if they don't like us? Then, we're back at square one.

Dyandra slides him the CD and Kevin gives a fake smile.

"You ladies may sit in the lobey while I listen to your demo." Kevin says, looking at the clock, then the door. Dyandra and I walk out of the office.

"I am sweating buckets oh mi gosh!" Dyandra says, making a fan out of her hand.

We sit back down in the uncomfortable chairs and wait. Dyandra's picking at her nail polish panicking I pull her hands apart and give her a reassuring smile. She smiles back but I see the worry in her eyes. We've known each other for so long, she's like an open book.

Kevin walks out of his office moments later with the cd in hand.

"Listen. You guys sound great. You have lots of talent. But you aren't what we're looking for. I'm sorry." Kevin says. He sounds about as convincing as a child saying they didn't take the last cookie.

"Sorry for wasting your time." I snap at him and grab Dyandra's arm, walking outside.

I look up and see 5 figures covered up in jackets and glasses huddled up, rushing into the building.

'Good luck.' I say in my mind. They're going to need it

"I really thought we were going to make it." Dyandra whimpers and unlocks the car. We step in and I reach for my phone. It's not in any of my pockets.

Crap. I totally left it in Kevin's office. But I don't want to see him again. My throat hurts from containing my tears and my eyes are burning. But, I need my phone. It's my baby.

"Hey Dyandra, I gotta go back in. I left my phone in that jerks office." I say, opening the door an walking out. I close the door and walk back into the SYCO building.

I walk up to the secretary and say "Umm, I left my phone in Kevin's office, may I go grab it?" I ask very politely, dismissing the fact I wanted to rip everyone's head off.

"I don't think his next appointment is here. Go right in." The secretary says without looking up. As I walk past her desk to Kevin's office, I look what's was so intriguing on her computer screen. I see shirtless pictures of Justin Beiber and almost gag. I get to Kevin's door and let myself in.

At first I didn't realize there were other people. But then, a pair of familiar blue eyes look up at me.

I just walked in on a meeting with One Direction.