My World. A Justin Bieber Romance.

Chapter 3;

5 days till auditions.

Charlottes POV

          Since my argument with my Dad, I had been avoiding him for days. I couldn't stand being in the same house with him, while he would try to shout at me everyday, and in return I would lock myself in my room. I had gotten sick of being in my bedroom this past week, but it had done my routine some good. I had learned to perfect it since I locked myself up, avoiding my father. Pulling my suitcase out from under my bed, and started throwing a few clothes in there. Pjyama's, my tooth-brush, a few outfits, a few pairs of shoes, and also my sparkly outfit I'd wear for my audition. I pulled my phone from my back pocket, to see a text from Hannah.

From: Hannah(:

We'll be there in a few minutes. okay? are you sure you want to do this? Your dad won't be happy with you Charlotte.

I replied quickly, little noises of taps coming from my phone now filled the silent room.

To: Hannah(:

See you outside. Yes. Its only for a few days, and I might not even get in; he can cope.

          A few minutes later, I heard a toot or a car horn outside. I grabbed my suitcase, and looked round the room quickly. I'd be back soon anyway, it wasn't as if it was a good-bye. Running down the stairs, my suitcase bagging on each step, I found my dad looking at me in confusion. 

          "Dad, I'm going to stay at Hannah's for a while." I said explaining as quickly as I could so he couldn't stop me. "I'm going to the auditions in 5 days, and I should be back in a week. Don't worry about me. I have my phone, and I'll be with Hannah the whole time." Not giving him time to stop me, I ran away from his shocked state. I ran outside, wheeling my bag along with me, and into Hannah's car. It wasn't till Hannah's mum gave me a tissue till I realised I was crying. My dad would just have to deal with it. 

*****

1day before auditions.

 Charlottes POV.

          Hannah and I were doing what we had been doing for the past four days, dancing the practiced dance routine. Its all we seem to be doing from now on. Ms Brighton told us we would have to get to bed early tonight, as we'd need all our engery for tomorrow. Ms Brighton is kind enough to take us to the arena 2 hours early, so hopefully there wont be much of a queue. 

          10 minutes later, she came in with a plate of cookies, and turned the speakers off. She sat down on the sofa, and we both cuddled up next to her. She had always been the closest thing to a mum I had, and I loved her for it. At 9 she ordered us to bed, but Hannah and I stayed up late in our beds, chatting, because we were too nervous for the next day.

That night I made one last tweet to Justin; Auditions in Canada. See you tomorrow.