Josh: Your breathing quickened and your head started to spin, the colors of the room rushing around you. You could barely breathe, the nerves were getting the best of you. You felt a hand on your wrist but you couldn't tell who's it was. You gulped down air, trying desperately to pass air through your dry throat. "Hey, hey sweetie it's going to be alright." You suddenly noticed Josh standing in front of you, the only clear image in the room. "Please, just breathe, you need to breathe." You nodded, trying desperately to follow his instructions, your whole body was shaking. Josh wrapped you in a hug, trying to calm you down. "Y/N, you can do this. I know how amazing you are." Josh's confidence helped restore your sanity. You smiled, noticing for the first time that you had been crying. "I'm sorry I'm so crazy." You said, wiping your face, "I don't know why you put up with me." Josh laughed, obviously relieved. "You're not crazy, nerves get to everyone." You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, Josh. You are always so confident on stage. The girls go absolutely crazy over you." He smiled, "I'm not nervous because I know you will accept me no matter what. Whether I win or lose." He paused and then added, "And we will beat you." You laughed, shoving him to the side. "So you think!" You said, sticking your tongue out at him. "Y/N you're up next." One of the stage managers said, rushing into the green room. Josh gave you a high five, "Good luck, but I know you won't need it."
George: You groaned in frustration, penciling in another edit to your arrangement sheet. You had been working hard to make this song your own after receiving comments from Gary on your "lack of originality." You took a deep breath, "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away I richoeted-oh that doesn't sound right." You muttered, putting your head in your hands. You glanced out the hotel room window, watching as darkness blanketed the London streets below. You heard a knock softly on your door. "Go away." You groaned, burying yourself in your duvet in a ball of self pity. The door opened anyway, causing you to open an eye to see George. "Hey," he whispered. "Just wanted to see how your doing, with the show being tomorrow and all." You sighed, rolling out from under the blanket. "Horrible," you replied. "I can't get any of these notes right and I'm going to get voted off." "Hey, hey," George said, rubbing circles on your back. "You're NOT going home." He pulled out his guitar, strumming the cords softly. You started to sing, George helping you along by playing the matching notes on the guitar, helping you get the melody. He started harmonizing with you, looking straight into your eyes. He slowly dropped the guitar background and you finished the song in a beautiful a capella. He looked into your eyes, smiling softly, "You're amazing."
Jaymi: "Jaymiiiii" you whined, batting at him from under the covers. You peeked out to see him, a wide grin on his face. "You need to get up, we've got rehearsals soon." You groaned, pulling the covers over your head, you closed your eyes trying to fall back to sleep. Jaymi poked you a few times, and after a little bit he left you alone. Suddenly you felt yourself being picked up, along with the mass of blankets. "Jaymi!" You screamed, trying to kick yourself free from his grasp, he laughed before dropping you, sending your body to the floor. You lie there for a minute, before pulling off the blanket, realizing he had dumped you in the hotel hallway. You got up, attempting to go into your room but Jaymi closed the door before you got the chance. You knocked a few times, hearing his fit of giggles from behind the door. "Jay...please let me in! I need to get ready for the group practice." He just continued to laugh at your pleas. You were becoming increasingly frustrated, you knew Tulisa would kill you if you were late again. You suddenly got a cruel idea. "Baby, please come out. I need to see you." You cooed, attempting your best "sexy" voice. Jaymi fell for it and opened the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, bringing your lips up to his ear. "Gotcha." You said, laughing as you shoved him out the door. "That isn't fair!" He yelled.
JJ: You and Jahmene had both cuddled up to each other watching the new Paranormal Activity film. The both of you were shaking, you weren't even watching the movie really, you had hid your eyes the entire time. The main girl had opened the door, which the demon was obviously behind. "You idiot!" You screamed, pulling the covers around your head. Suddenly the door slammed in the movie causing both you and Jahmene to jump into each other's arms, screaming. The door of your room flew open, banging against the wall causing the both of you to scream once more, scrambling out of the bed, you grasped the bedside lamp, raising it above your head to attack the intruder. JJ walked in, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry," he said. "What did I do now?" You laughed, putting a hand to your chest. "Scared me thats all." JJ laid down, finishing the film. Jahmene left after awhile, everyone had an early morning with the results show airing. The two of you laid in the bed, JJ stroking your exposed tummy, your top had risen up considerably due to the constant jumping. He placed a kiss on the top of your head. "Are you scared?" He asked, so softly you almost couldn't tell if it was him who actually said it. "About what," You asked, looking up at him. "About going home." You paused for a moment, the thought that all of this could be over in an instant had never really occurred to you. "No." You finally decided. "I know we'll make this work, no matter who goes home tomorrow."
