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Chapter 8

Well, that was my last week on the show.

I was voted off... And my performance sucked. I broke down halfway through, as Nick was sitting in the fourth row of the studio.

When they announced I was going home, the crowd all gasped as one. It was as if they were surprised.

But it made sense to me. I was awful. That was that.

As I sang my final 'swan song', the crowd rose. A standing ovation. All for me.

I was honestly speechless. I finished my song, and waved to the crowd.

"Goodbye." I simply stated into the mic. That was when I walked off stage. But from behind, I heard the crowd chanting; 

"Ally! Ally!"

That just made the frown on my face rise up a little bit.

Well, maybe not a little.

Maybe so much that I began crying tears of joy.

It wasn't long until my fellow competitors joined me backstage. Encouraging words were passed around, as well as numbers and home addresses.

We stood and talked for an hour or so. David, my friend, claimed this was unimaginable. How I was going home so soon. But in all honesty, I made it to the top what, seven? Out of nearly 100,000 people auditioning? Quite frankly, that's amazing.

But after chatting with them all, I felt the urge to leave. So I said my goodbyes and excused myself back to my room.

I walked down the hallway, room key in hand, when I was stopped by a familiar figure. This figure happened to be Jenna.

"Look, Ally-" She began, but I interrupted.

"Jenna, I don't want to speak to you. You completely betrayed me. You fucked my boyfriend for god's sake!" I yelled at her, anger rushing through my veins.

"No, Ally! Stop! Listen! I had a reason!" She screamed chasing me down the hallway.

"What, to please yourself and diss me?" I sassed back.

"No, because I wanted to protect you... I dated him before. He's just gonna fuck and dump you! He fakes his love for a few years, drags you into having sex with him, and then leaves you. He did it to me before."

I turned to face her. She had tears flowing down her cheek, along with mascara wiping off of her eyes.

"I just wanted you to see how much of a douche he was. I didn't want you to end up like me!" She cried to me.

"And what would I end up as?" I asked her, sympathy reaching my voice.

"Labeled a slut for the rest of your life. I met Nick at twelve. I thought I was mature enough to date then... I guess I was wrong. I dated him for a year and a half, and when I was fourteen, him fifteen, we, well, you know, did it." She began her story.

It was odd how we were still standing in the hallway. Anyone passing could hear Jenna's deep confessions.

"I got pregnant. My parents kicked me out, and I went to live with him, but he refused to acknowledge ever having sex with me, even though he was the father." At this point she was crying a lot.

"But, what did you do with the baby?" I said, tears now falling myself.

"I had a miscarriage. He died four months into the pregnancy." She mumbled, sniffling.

"Oh..." Was all I could say. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay... I only fucked him because if you thought he was cheating on you, then you would dump him. I only acted like a slut so you wouldn't talk to me. I'm so sorry Ally. I really am." She said, wiping her tears one last time.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick about this whole situation... I should have let you explain earlier. I'd love to chat some more, but I better get packed... I'll be heading home soon." I sighed.

"Okay. Text me when you get home safe. I love you, Ally." She responded. I hugged her, and opened the door to my room.

~~

So the time had come. I was checking out of the hotel, saying a final goodbye to my friends, and waiting for dad's car to pull up front so I could get back to London.

He eventually came. I tossed my bag in the trunk, and jumped into the passenger seat.

I hugged him over the console. I hadn't seen him in weeks, and unfortunately, he had only come to see me perform once or twice.

"I'm so proud of you, Ally." He said into my shoulder as he pulled away from our hug.

"I'm proud of myself." I replied.

And it was the truth. I made it to seventh place out of hundreds of thousands of auditions. I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't win. I mean, what are the chances of a sixteen year old girl who never stepped foot on stage before this winning?

So I sat in the car listening to my music, reflecting on my xFactor journey.

I don't want to return to school just yet. I want to stay out for a few more days. Just get used to being at home again.

So that's what I asked mom and dad about once I unpacked at home, and they agreed I needed to get settled in at home before starting school again.

That first night I was home, I didn't sleep at all. I scrolled through the tag 'Ally Tomlinson' on Tumblr.

I scrolled through pages and pages of edits. I then moved to Twitter.

What was internationally trending, but '#BringAllyBack'!

On that tag, people were complaining saying 'I deserve to win' and how 'the vote count was inaccurate'.

All I could do was smile at this. I just smiled. Smiled for a long time.

I wrote a new tweet. I needed to thank everyone.

#Bringallyback? I love you guys so much. xx ~Ally

That was my first tweet since I was voted off. People immediately responded with support and questions about what happened backstage.

I scrolled through my replies, and eventually saw one that made my fists clench in anger.

'We're over. @Ally_Tommo_XF" -@Nick_Coleman000

I saw this, and slammed my laptop shut.

Yes. I knew we were over before I saw this, but really. It's pathetic he had to tell my via Twitter. No, I don't want to speak to him, but at least a text is more personal. That wouldn't have pissed me off nearly as much...

It was then four am. I should probably get to sleep.

I crawled into my bed. One which was way more comfortable than the one I had been sleeping in for the past eight or so weeks.

I rolled around on my mattress, taking in the feel after being away for so long.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.