remember me. (A Larry/Punk!Harry Fanfiction)

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p>"Harry, what happened after the audition at The X Factor?" Doctor Serrano. They've been walking around the patient's garden for 15 minutes, not muttering a single word.</p>

<p>The birds were chirping, annoying to Harry's ear but relaxing to Doctor Serrano's. The sun was shining, obnoxiously bright, Harry was not used to so much air and so much freedom, if you will. He was so used to the stuffy, darkness of his flat or the sweaty, alcohol lingering stench of a dingy nightclub.</p>

<p>"I got through to bootcamp" Harry answered, looking down to his beat up old boots.</p>

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<p>Everyone was lined up on stage in front of Simon Cowell, Nicole Scherzinger and Louis Walsh. Everyone who made it passed the audition had to come to bootcamp and take part in singing and dancing, for stage presence and what not. All the other groups, Girls, bands and over 25s were issued of who went through and who went home. There was 30 of guys from the boys category, all wanting to go through to judges houses. Harry looked down the line of worried faces, each face giving off a nervous stare, Harry was just the same. His eyes suddenly landed on Louis. Louis was picking at his fingernails, nerves, Harry assumed. He look so small standing next to all the tall, buff guys, it was cute in Harry's opinion. Louis could feel someones eyes on him, he looked up and immediately his eyes caught gazes with Harry's. Louis gave a shy smile and wave, making Harry beam back and wave. Louis' cheeks turned a dusty pink colour, before looking down to his shoes. Soon enough the judges began to speak.</p>

<p>Name after name was called and Harry was becoming increasingly worried, as his name hadn't been called yet. Many talented singers were out through and Harry knew he wouldn't have a chance, thats if he got though the competition. Harry felt like he was back at school again, getting picked last to be on teams for sports, he hated feeling that way and that's exactly what it was right now. The last name was called and it wasn't Harry. He felt all the energy leave his body and tears, slip down his cheeks.</p>

<p>Everyone walked glumly off stage. That was my last chance, Harry thought. If he'd just sang a different song or take more breaths between the breaks, he could of been going though the competition, now he screwed up his only shot.</p>

<p>All the rejects got into a room, condolling each other, nobody really knew what to say to each other. Harry stood away from everyone else, tears slipping, silently down his cheeks. He rubbed his hands over his cheeks, getting rid of his tear stained cheeks.</p>

<p>"And why are you all the way over here, Harold?" A voice spoke next to him, he looked up and smiled, slightly.</p>

<p>"Louis?"</p>

<p>"Harry, there's no point crying" Louis spoke, sympathetically.</p>

<p>"That was my last chance, I blew it. I'm not going to be get on stage and sing and perform and-"</p>

<p>"Harry, stop being so dramatic. This is just a bump in the road, before a performer can be great they have to be rejected a few times. Plus shit happens everyday, just got to get on with it"</p>

<p>"Thanks Louis, you know a lot of stuff"</p>

<p>"Thanks" Louis laughed.</p>

<p>"Right, everyone from the boys category, line up, please" a backstage crew member said, holding a clipboard. Louis and Harry looked at each other before getting into line with the rest of the boys rejects.</p>