I walked hand-in-hand with Harry to the booth outside the arena. I could tell he was nervous by the way he kept tugging on his hair, I grabbed his hand that was in mid-tug, "you're going to do fine." He dropped his hand and gave me a small smile.
"What's your name?" The man sitting at the booth asked.
"Harry Styles." The man gave Harry his number and motioned for us to follow the arrows.
"Harry, you're going to do great. I just know it," Anne said from Harry's other side.
"Thanks, Mum..." We walked through the doors and were directed to sit down in the waiting area.
Soon enough someone called "Harry Styles" and we all stood up.
"Well, this is it. I'll see you when I come back out. Wish me luck?"
"You're totally going to blow the judges away," Gemma said as she hugged Harry. Robin patted him on the shoulder and gave him a confident grin.
"Make me proud, honey," Anne leaned up and pecked him on the cheek.
"A kiss for good luck," I said as I leaned up and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
"Follow me please," the host said and brought us all backstage and directed Harry up the stairs and to the stage.
I watched the screen and soon Harry was walking across the stage. Simon Cowell and him talked a little bit before Harry started singing Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely." I felt a hand wrap around my own. I peeled my eyes away from the monitor and looked down at my hand, Gemma was watching the monitor very intently but had grabbed my hand for support. I squeezed her hand and focused my attention back to the monitor.
"You're through," one of the judges said. I think we all let out a cry of joy, I ran to the edge of the stage and saw my curly-headed boy bounding down the steps.
"Congratulations!" I squeaked as I jumped into Harry's arms.
"Thanks, babe," Harry mumbled against my lips.
After we had all congratulated him, we decided that a celebratory dinner was in order.
I slid into the booth and grasped Harry's hand. "You did it. You're an X Factor contestant."
"I still have to go through boot camp but yeah, I guess I am," he grinned down at me.
"May I get you some drinks?" the waitress asked.
"Water please," I said and looked down the table to Gemma. She was smiling like a madwoman and kept ruffling Harry's curls which was driving him insane.
"So what song do you think you'll sing tomorrow?" Robin asked once our food and drinks were in front of us.
"I'm not too sure, to be quite honest. I have a few songs in mind but I'll have to practice them a bit before I make a decision."
"Well, you know that we're always here to help you decide if you need help," Anne told him as she grasped his hand.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry said around a mouthful of food.
A couple hours later Harry's family and I were at my Dad's house in London. I walked into my bedroom and found Harry practicing for boot camp. I took my shoes off and walked up to him from behind. I wrapped my arms around his long torso, stood up on my toes, and whispered in his ear, "you sound perfect." I could tell I scared him because I felt him jump slightly.
He turned around and placed his large hands on the small of my back, "not as perfect as you are." He lifted me up and pressed his lips to mine, my hands soon found their way up to his hair. "I think our families might be wondering we are, Styles," I said as I tugged on one of his curls.
"They can wonder a little bit longer," he said as he kissed me again.
