How do we judge?

Chapter 4

Harry's POV:

Once we moved into the contestants house, we started doing video diaries. Every week we did a video diary. "HI, we're One Direction." Each week we got tweets from the fans. Asking us about our lives. How we were doing with all the fame. It really surprised me how much they truly did care about us and about our well being. Before we went to the Judges' House we decided to  take a little vacation and bond as a group. We went to the beach and swam in the ocean. While we were swimming one of the boys name Louis hurt his foot. It started to swell and we had to take him to the hospital. We were all worried about him. It was the day that we had to perform and he wasn't out of the hospital. How were we going to perform without him? We rehearsed and rehearsed and rehearsed but without Louis we didn't sound complete. I was surprised that one boy could make me, or well, us complete. It was almost showtime when Louis appeared. We were so ecstatic that he was okay. We just hoped that we could still impress the judges. As we walked towards the judges, we were actually more relieved than worried. Louis was okay and that was all that really mattered. Now we could wow the judges. "Louis what happened to your foot?"Simon asked. "Well I got stung by a sea urchin." he responded. "Did it hurt?"  "Yeah. It felt really bad." he answered. "Are you okay?" "Yeah I'm good now." "Okay well whenever you are ready." "I thought I saw a girl brought to life…" Liam started singing. We started looking like a band. We moved as one. "There's nothing else, I used to cry." I sing. I feel the boys shift around me. I don't really think we were awkward anymore. We were having fun when we sang together. We finished singing. We smiled and walked away. We waited to find out if we were going to continue on the X Factor. Our competition was Princes and Rogues. There's one word that could change our lives forever. It will never be the same again. We were called back to the Judges' House. We were hesitant because we didn't want to go home since we just started this journey. There we were standing in front of Simon. Possibly our last time talking to him. "Boys, you didn't have as much time as the other groups did. My head is telling me it's a risk, but my heart is telling me that you deserve a shot so I've made a decision." "Guys I've gone with my heart. You're going through."