Chapter 4
Our head teacher was stood on the stage with the boys around him. Everyone in the crowd anxiously waiting for the winner to be announced. I leaned against the doorway, too embarassed to walk ahead. "And the winner of the week with One Direction is....Georgia Bernard!" I sighed, I knew that I wouldn't win.. But I still had hope. That hope has all gone.. The girl who must be Georgia jumped up out of her seat and ran out onto the stage. She was smiling and hugged Louis so hard. I couldn't bear to look at her. She grabbed the microphone and we were all deafened with feedback. I knew I hated her already. She started speaking,"wow, thank you, thank you all! I knew i'd win. Because all the other acts were crap! I mean.. Not as good as me! I mean.. I'm so happy! I mean.. Lewis, you say something" my jaw dropped. What did she just say. "ha ha... Georgia it's.. Uh.. Louis. Loo-eeh...." she didn't really seem to care. I was so close to slapping her.
"Potato, patato" Now I felt even worse. Not only would I not meet them, but they'd get some idiot to spend the week with. Oh great.. Our head teacher marched back onto the stage and broke the awkward silence,"well then. Well done, Georgia and well done all of you.. Your acts were all good", with emphasis on the 'all', "right, so One Direction will be in school for the rest of the day.. They'll be doing a meet & greet now.. So have fun. Good morning" I could meet them... I smiled. & saw Louis smiling at me too. Finally something good. We got told that there would be a concert and a meet and greet. I was so excited! I could meet them! I could meet louis.. I gush of excitement flooded through me. We helped set up the hall for the concert, and it really looked good! The boys were getting ready in a classroom, so I decided to have a peak. I snuck out of the hall where everyone and was decorating walked through the corridor, trying not to make a sound. But my shoes kept squeaking on the floor. I glanced into every classroom there was and couldn't find them. After what felt like the 50 classrooms I felt like giving up, until I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. I froze. I wasn't meant to be here. I heard them getting closer and closer and louder and louder. I tiptoed to the nearest classroom door and pushed it open with my back. Still keeping my eyes on the place where the sound was coming from. So I slipped into the room and slowly closed the door behind me with a soft click. I breathed out. Finally. I turned around and saw him. My eyes widened. He was here. I was in the same room as him. And more than that he was in the same room as me.
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cherish hope × tomlinson [discontinued] [needs editing]
Hayran Kurgu[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"