Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 26- Right By My Side

Chapter 26- Right By My Side

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I was totally speechless.

Hello! He had never heard me sing before. I sounded like a dying cat for heavens sakes. And did I want to show a crowd of 30,000 girls this? I'd like to pass, thank you very much. I didn't exactly like public humiliation. I think I've had enough of that to last a lifetime.

"Excuse me?" I choked out, glaring at him, who was smiling brightly. He was so cheeky. Ugh.

"You said you'd do anything" he replied, winking at me. He was getting such a kick out of how things were unfolding. He had played his hand perfectly. I was the one who had to follow suit.

"Sure, anything but humiliate myself in front of a huge crowd!" I exclaimed. "You've never even heard me sing before!" I countered. "How do you know I'm not terrible, which I am?" And I wasn't just saying that. Sure, when I was younger I could sing. I was in the choir, and had even scored a few solo spots. But I hadn't practiced in years. I always sang out of tune, and it was just awful.

He seemed to have his answer at the ready.

"You're wrong; I have heard you sing. You sing in the shower" he said. I blushed bright scarlet, realizing he was right, but I had never thought anybody was able to hear me.

"And", he added, "You sounded lovely". I rolled my eyes.

"Let's be realistic" I began. "There is a huge difference between singing in a shower to yourself than being on a massive stage in front of 30,000 people Harry!" I exclaimed, and I began to hyperventilate just at the thought.

"Relax, it's only one show" he assured me. "And I would feel a lot better if the show would go on with five people instead of four" he said.

This was how he was going to play, huh? Making me feel guilty so that I'd crumble, give in. But I wasn't done proving how bad of an idea this was.

"Management?" I said, mentioning people who probably hated my guts right now. I was the reason why one of their stars was in a hospital bed right now, unable to perform the opening show of One Direction's sold out world tour. I'm sure they wouldn't take too kindly to me joining their internationally famous roster.

"They were a bit skeptical" he admitted. "But in the end they agreed".

They agreed? Why would they agree to such a hairbrained, spur of the moment thought? I didn't know the choreography, or what to wear, or anything about how the show went. I would be totally lost, making the whole show a total fiasco. And those girls would go home hating me even more.

It dawned on me that this was the exact reason why they would agree in the first place. If I messed up, it would give them a legitimate reason for Harry to break it off with me. If I didn't do it, they'd point out how big of a disappointment I was. Either way, they would be able to finally get rid of me, with good reason.

Which meant I would have to give the best effort I could possibly manage. It wasn't about me anymore. It wasn't about the boys. It was about all of us.

"Okay. I guess I have to do it" I said with a sigh. I wonder if he had thought of this himself, or if management had made him propose it in the first place. The way Harry's soft hand wrapped around mine seemed to tell me that he was relieved; perhaps I was right.

"Thank you love" he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "You don't know how grateful me and the lads are for this. I know it's short notice and all, but we all appreciate it" he said, his warm smile back on his lips.

"You'll have to leave soon, get on your flight, and practice once you get there. I know you're going to make me really proud" he said, and my heart melted at his words.