*Baileys Pov*
I walked through the X-Factor doors. It was time to find out the results of boot-camp. I thought back to when I preformed. I had song “I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Maraz. I hope it was enough to get me through. I took a deep breath and walked back stage waiting for our category to be called. I squeezed the napkin Louis had written on. I took it everywhere I went. It was my good luck charm. I felt like if I had it with me, he was with me, encouraging me and telling me I’ll do fine. I’ll make it. I looked around and saw the girl I had talked to before I had auditioned. What was her name? Tiffanylea! That’s right. I jumped when the loud speaker over took the intercom. “Girls, report to the stage, girls report to the stage.” I inhaled and let it go, then walked on stage.
*Tiffanylea's pov*
I was one of the first few girls to arrive at the X-Factor studio. I sat down on a chair and closed my eyes. I thought of my Boot Camp performance. I had sung “Let Her Go” by Passenger. I prayed that it was enough for the judges. I thought back to my night with Harry Styles. The Harry Styles. I still couldn’t believe it! After woke up from my embarrassing faint, we sat on the couch and drank the tea he had made. We talked about me being on The X-Factor and things about me. We laughed about (after a serious discussion on what had happened) about the circumstances we met under. In a way, I realized, he had saved my life. We exchanged numbers and now I’ve texted him every day since that night. That was about a week ago. We had become good friends because of that night. My phone beeped and I looked down to see a text from Harry. I had told him that the results were today. The text said “Good luck babe. Hope you make it! The judges would be stupid if they didn’t! xx” He always had a way of calming my nerves. Even though text. I looked up from my phone and saw the two girls that I had met at the auditions. Bailey and Stephanie. ‘I hope they make it. If not me, then them!’ I thought. “Girls, report to the stage, girls, report to the stage.” The speaker blasted making a lot of nervous, anxious people jump. I got up and followed the crowd of girls to the stage.
*Stephanies Pov*
I paced around the room full of the lasses in my category. I was always taught to get to know your competition, so I stopped and studied the faces I saw. My eyes wondered from face to face, focusing on the details, taking notes on who to look out for. I had already talked to a few of the girls. A couple of them were hot heads thinking they were all that. I’d love to see them make it past the Boot-camp results. My eyes kept wondering to each face until the rested on the girl from my audition. The lass with brown/red hair and blue/green eyes. Tiffanylea I think was her name. She had seemed nice. I made a mental note to get to know her better later on. That is, if either one of us makes it. I continued to study her. She looked down at her phone and smiled. ‘Wonder who the lad is she’s texting’ I though. She looked up and looked at me and some other girl I hadn’t talked to yet. I quickly looked away so she didn’t see me staring at her. A second later, a man’s voice came on the intercom telling all the girls to go to the stage. ‘Yeah bubby!’ I thought. ‘Time to make it or break it.’ I followed the rest of the lasses to the stage. I stood in between two girls I had talked to earlier. Juliet O’Hara was to my right, her blonde hair tumbled in curls over her shoulders. Her intense blue eyes stared ahead. She was on the snotty ones that I talked to her ‘mental note: stay away’. To my left was a nice lass I enjoyed talking to. Her name was Erika Hoffman. Her warm golden brown eyes were almost covered by her bangs. Her long brown hair flowed down her back. She looked over at me and smiles. She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. I remember her telling me about herself. She was very timid and shy. Not much of a talker. She said she one day hoped to be an artist like Demi Lovato. I can see her and I being really good friends. Maybe if I hang out with her enough, I can get her to come out of her shell. I squeezed her hand back and looked forward as they started reading the names off. My heart was beating fast as the girls around began to disappear to call and tell their families that they made it. Only a two names were left to be spoken. Nichole leaned towards her mic and said softly “Juliet O’Hara.” I looked over at her and saw her smug smile as if saying, “I’m better than all of you!” I rolled my eyes and closed my eyes waiting for the last name to be called. “And the last girl is…Erika Hoffman” Greg said. It took a second for the realization to hit me…I didn’t make it. I wasn’t good enough. I felt tears brim my eyes. I looked at Erika to her covering her mouth with her hand in shock. She was crying. I turned toward her and gave a massive hug. “You’re gonna do great! I believe in you! Show them what you’re made of babe!” I whispered in her ear. She nodded and thanked me. Telling me good-bye. I waved to her as she walked off the stage. I looked around at all the sad faces. My eyes wondered over to where that girl Tiffanylea was standing. ‘Looks like I won’t get to know her after all…’ I thought. “I’m sorry girls. That’s all for today. Thank you for coming, darlings! Love you all!” Sharon said lightly into her mic. The remaining 15 girls were lead off the stage. When we were lead into the waiting room, most of the girls broke down crying. I looked down, not about to comprehend what happened. I sat down and put my head in my hands. My brown curly hair falling in front of my face. I listened to the sobs of the other girls. My heart broke. None of us were the right stuff. None of us with live our dream. 10 minutes later of sitting in sorrow, a man and woman came into the room with a clipboard. “Alright girls, the judges need to see, “Elizabeth Haze, Sierra Dean, Martha Kinsley, Clara Smith, Tiffanylea Rosenthal, Bailey Thibodeaux, and Stephanie Bushfield!” I looked around at the other girls. I stood up slowly and followed the 6 other girls that had been called. I looked at Tiffanylea and saw tear stains on her cheeks. Same for all the other lasses. We made it on stage. Martha, Elizabeth, Sierra, and Clara were in a group and Tiffanylea, the Bailey girl, and me were in a group. My heart raced. Is this really gonna happen? I looked at the rest of my group and back at the judges. Nichole opened his mouth to speak, “From your faces I can tell that this isn’t easy for you. We didn’t think that, alone as solo artists, you were strong enough. But we think that you are to special to send home.” She smiled and I grabbed Tiffany and Bailey’s hands and squeezed them. They returned the reaction. Nichole continued. “So we decided to out you girls into a girl group.” She looked at the other girls first. “Do you think you can handle that?” The other girls nodded and smiling through tears. “Then you guys are through to the next show!” They all jumped up and down screaming and ended up in a group hug. They thanked the judges and ran out of the auditorium. Louis turned to us. “Can you girls work together as a girl band?” We looked at each other and nodded. My smile was so big my cheeks hurt. “Then it’s final! You guys are through!” We burst out crying and ran to each other. ‘A girl group might not be so bad…’ I thought. I turned to the judges and thanked them each. We ran out of the auditorium hand in hand. When we were back where everyone who made it through was we were greeted by a big amount of cheers. I faced the girls that were gonna be in the rest of my life. My lifelong best friends. “Ok, first off I would like to know one thing before we start working together.” I looked at them in the eyes before pointing to Bailey’s hair and make-up. “How on earth did you do that? And will you teach me?” She laugh along with Tiffany. I chucked and we joined together again in a group hug. ‘Oh yeah. We are gonna rock the X-Factor!’ I thought.
AN: HAPPEH NEW YEAR!!!!!!!! And Thank you for the amazing reads/views This fanfiction has gotten. *happy dance* Well Lookie who got put into a Band!!!!! We Shall need some Ideas for a band name. Hehe I was thinking Broken Records or Ice Hearts. Well Meow! ~Tiffany
