Victorious [A Louis Tomlinson FanFic]

Chapter 1: X-Factor

Chapter 1: X-Factor

I didn't get any sleep. At all.

My nerves were too psyched, my adrenaline was pulsing through my veins, it was basically almost impossible to even keep still. Which I barely did.

Throughout the long night, I twisted and turned in my bed, messing up my duvet (which I absolutely hated doing) and becoming more panicked by the second. What if I didn't make it? What if I humiliated myself in front of the world? What if I was horrible and only got to sing a note before being told no?

Of course, negative thoughts were the only thoughts I really had.

Who goes to bed before a major audition and goes, "Man, I got this, I'm gonna blow them away. I'm a champion. That's right. Everything is perfect because I rule!"?

Certainly not me.

But Louis probably did that.

Overall, I possibly had the suckiest attempt of sleeping ever.

Morning came too soon. The sun shown brightly through my window, dancing across my closed eyes. Just when I was in a comfortable position, the light had to interrupt it. Typical.

I didn't want to get up now. My stomach was groaning, whether from hunger or anxiety I didn't know. My head felt like someone had stabbed a knife through the middle, then twisted the handle. It was like a hangover; you were dizzy, had a headache, and was dry-mouthed. But I was eighteen, there was no way I could've drank last night. At least, nothing that I could I remember...

"Jessie!"

I groaned. That would be my mother.

"Jessie!"

The voice became louder, and I could hear the stairs squeaking beneath my mum's weight. Only a few seconds later, she barged in, a bright smile plastered in her face. "Jessie! Wake up, sunshine!"

I faked a snore, burying me cheek into the pillow. She giggled.

"That's not going to work today, sweetie!" With a swift movement of her hand, she whipped my blanket off of my body, tossing it to the ground behind her. The cold hit me like a giant wave, seeping through my clothes and piercing my skin. I yelled and curled into a ball, preserving the little body heat I had.

Mum stared at me and sighed. "Jessie, I know you're nervous. But you're going to do great. You're always great. I don't know why you doubt yourself."

"Because I never win," I mumbled.

"Relax, honey. Winning isn't everything." She took a few more moments to stare at my scrunched up face before turning on her heels and walking out of my room. "Breakfast is ready," she called over her shoulder. "And if you're not ready in fifteen minutes, I will drag you to the audition in your pajamas."

"But, Mum-" I stopped, though, knowing she couldn't hear me, and if she did, she would ignore it.

Slowly I dragged myself up, planting my cold feet on the even-colder floor. My head swam, clouding my vision a little. I stumbled and tripped; my nose cracking as it hit the wooden planks. "Ow!" I shrieked.

Mum pounded up the stairs, hearing my cry. "Honey? Are you okay?" she asked as she reached the doorway.

I moaned in response.

She ran to me, leaning down and peering at my face. "Are you okay, Jessie?"

"Does it look like it?" I snapped. I pushed myself up, holding my nose in a cupped hand, and holding the other out in front of me as I tried to balance myself.