Chapter 3
I just stood there. Just staring at them. Oh my god. They were all sat in chairs behind a table, Harry and Niall were talking amongst themselves, Zayn and Liam messing about and then Louis. He was sat staring... at me. I caught his eye before quickly turning away. He smirked. That smile.. I got ushered into a classroom where all the acts were getting ready. I looked at everyone, wow. They were all in beautiful outfits, they had make up done and hair too. There was a dance group with matching leotards and make up. I looked down at myself. I was so simple. Light, natural make up & my hair was up in a pony tail. I glanced in a mirror that was on a desk. simple but effective, I guess.. I sat down on a desk and went over the routine in my head. Tapping the desk along to Moments. It was okay, I guess. Oh who was I kidding, it was so bad. I held my head in my hands, annoyed. Before I could do anything I heard a voice, "Amelia. It's your turn"
Oh no. Oh my god. My heart was beating so hard in my chest as I walked out of the room, looking down & entered the hall. Oh god. I didn't know the whole school would be watching as well as One Direction.. I stepped up onto the fake stage they made in the middle and of the hall. With a nod from me, Moments started blasting out. It was silent and all you could hear was Liam.. I started my dance, I missed out a part and stumbled once or twice, Harry's part came up & I started to get used to it, no more more stumbles.. But overall I think I did okay.. I was okay up to Louis' part. I got really nervous, I don't know why.. I fell during my pirouette. I froze. The music carried on playing. I looked out at the audience and then ran out, crying. I messed it all up. My chance of being with the boys.. They probably think I'm some loser freak. Oh great. I ran into the toilets and cried my eyes out. Finally someone came in.. "Amelia, get out, they're gonna announce the winner now.. I don't know why you're getting at sad about this, you don't even like them" that annoyed me so much. I slammed the cubicle door open and stormed out. It was Eleanor, she was my friend. "look, I love the boys more than you'll ever do. This school is just full of directionators, who think they love them, but really they don't. They don't even know their names! Okay. So don't say I don't like them. Because I've love them much more than you or anyone in the school does. I'm supposed to be that nerd freak. Well guess what. I'm not" with that I stormed out and ran into the hall. "and the winner who wins a week with One Direction is...
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cherish hope × tomlinson [discontinued] [needs editing]
Fanfiction[don't read. this is terrible omg] hope həʊp/ noun archaic a feeling of trust. "our private friendship, upon hope and affiance whereof, I presume to be your petitioner"