Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 2.

"Oops." His raspy voice brings chills to my body and the only thing I can do is nod and smile.

His plump lips curves into a slight smile, almost a smirk. His chocolate curls are moved from his forehead. His green eyes burns into my blue ones and it takes me everything to move aside.

"Sorry." I force a smile as I continue what I started, drying my hands till there's no wet marks.

"No I'm sorry. I should have watched where I was going. I blame the clumsy part of me" He gives a small laugh making my ears go up. Beautiful.

"Have you..."

"Auditioned?" He finishes for me. Okay who does he think. . .

"Yeah already have. Pretty intense out there huh?"

My turn to speak.

"Ummm... yeah. Big crowd. Tough judges. No biggie right?" My sarcasm is showing.

I turn my body so it can face the raspy voice and i see how his smile grows and he gives a real laugh. The sound of it makes me smile as well.

"You're funny." His voice is low and deep.

"Yeah. You can say that."

"Well it was nice talking to you. . ." His eyebrows frown and I tell him my name.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson."

His hands swings from his sides, asking for an approval handshake.

"Styles. Harry Styles." I accept his much larger hand and nod. My eyes begin to stare into his emerald green orbs taking in how it's so beautiful yet light. The way it's circles and the way it brightens. It shines down to my ocean blue and then I see it blink. I am shaken out of the thought and will end this tension that is going around in the air.

"Well Harry I have to get going but maybe we'll see eachother soon again."

"Sounds good. It was nice meeting you Louis."

With a smile I leave.

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Days passed and it was time for results!

Who stays and who goes.

I still couldn't believe I got three yes'. Now I just need to get through the cuts and go live.

Besides all the XFactor stuff I still couldn't get my mind off the Green Eyes.

Why did I feel like that?

Like I've been electrocuted by lightning and stopped moving. As if every muscle in me couldn't move.

He...

Took my breath away.

But why?

I'm not interested in guys.  I can't be. That's just sick.

And besides he...

"Thinking too much love?" My Mum interrups my thoughts, still focusing on the road.

I shook my head trying to get his image out of my mind.

"Just a little I guess." I admit, shrugging.

"Stop thinking. Think of all the positives and throw the negatives. Everything will be fine."

She places her free hand on my knee reassuring with a light squeeze. I look out the window as trees and buildings comes and goes.

My heads starts throbbing as soon as we arrive at the arena.

This is it.

For the first I'm a bit calm and taking this really seriously which I don't do much.

Usually I'll just laugh it off at how stupid I sound and feel. But not today. Not now.

They called us out on stage. And here is where I hear who makes the cuts.

Bitting the inside of my cheek,  I glance to see my opponents and think. Will they get known?

Who's making it?

But my eyes stops on its tracks once it lands on chocolate curly hair and a green beanie over it.

I gulp down my...

Whatever it is I'm feeling and turn  my head back to where it should be. Bitting my lips I hear Simon speaks.

The last name falls out and I'm ashame it's not me. I should have known. My head turns outside the stage, taking in what expressions is left over. My mum in the other hand, is cheering, thinking I've made it through.

In disappointment, I shake my head, and move hand gestures, basically telling her "No."

All the boys, including me, walk out feeling more than disappointment. Some of the lads are taking it beyond than me. I have to admit I am a bit pissed off but not as bad as the others. One of the boys got so upset his face turned tomato red. He tried hiding his face with his shirt trying to wipe the tears. Poor lad, cameras on him. If I were him I'd knock the living crap out of the camera man.

By the time everyone got ready to leave, a guy called everyone to get back in line.

What the actual fuck was going on? I'm done with the bull crap here. I should be heading home and have a pillow on my damn face, have my door locked, and have my music loud enough so no one could hear me cussing the world out.

"Niall Horan?" Hey tomato guy.

"Louis Tomlinson?" Okay. Wait whaaaat?

"Zayn Malik?" My nervousness is sneaking in again. Sneaky bastard.

"Liam Payne?" Why does tomato guy has a smile? Does he like.  .  .

"Harry Styles?"

Bitting my nails. Worst habit ever. I need to stop. Oh blimey!!!!!

"Oh my God." Tomato guy speaks out my thoughts.

"Guys follow me."

The four lads and I do as he says and follow directions.

By the time we stop still on the stage, four girls are next to us. Obviously got called too. I wonder how they feel.

"Hello." Nicole and her sweet voice says.

"Hi." We all reply.

She speaks again this time a bit louder.

"Thank you so much for coming back. I know, judging from some of your faces that this is really hard. We thought long and hard about it and we thought of each and one of you as individuals "

I look again towards my right to see who is here. And then I see him again. Why is it that my eyes scanders and stops with him. My attention goes back to Nicole.

"And we just feel that your too talented to let go of. We think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups."

The stage is silence. I don't know where she is going with this and I know the lads don't either.

"We decided to put you both in groups. Congratulations." Simon finally answers my question and before you know it we are all gathered up in a group hug. Oh this feel so right. It's like a second chance in life. A chance you can't screw up. The type of chance you need to work hard on.

Simon continues speaking but I'm paying no mind to it I'm still thrilled over this. I can't put out what's going on right now. It's too good to be true.

When the judges releases us, I am soon lifted off the floor. Staring down the familar colored jeans I can't help but hold his embrace. My arms tightly snakes around his neck and his body tightly connects with mine. My legs are dragging in the air but I don't mind.

"We made it." He whispers excitedly in my ear and I hold him tighter.

"And we met again." I smile at the memory of our conversation in the loo. There's this weird feeling in my stomach that I can't explain and I almost think it's cause we made it through. But when I am soon back on the ground I look up and figure, this feeling isn't for the group, it's for the green eyes and curls.