Break My Fall

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(Rachel's P.O.V.)

The bright light flashed in my eyes and I squinted, but then smiled in spite of myself. This was so weird. The cameraman nodded and I took a breath.

"I’m Rachel Turner and I'm fifteen and I'm from Brighton," I said, unable to stop myself from grinning. "I lived in America for four years and came back here when I was twelve. I've loved singing ever since I was about seven. Brighton is kind of boring, so I've always wanted to do something big. Really, I'm just hoping for the best."

The light turned off and the cameraman smiled at me and guided me to the door.

(Louis's P.O.V.)

I tried to hold back the tears. I couldn’t accept the fact that I wasn’t going through. I went over it in my head a million times, a note I might have hit wrong or a dance move I didn’t execute right. Everywhere around me, people were either crying or celebrating, but I just felt kind of numb. I spotted a girl sitting cross-legged on the ground, tapping on her leg with a blank look on her face. I walked over and sat beside her. Neither of us spoke for a while.

“Didn’t make it either?” I finally asked. She shook her head slowly and then put her face in her hands. I looked at her properly and noticed the girl had brown curly hair and pale skin that made her ice blue eyes pop. She was digging her sparkly nails into her cheek and she took a deep breath and took her hand off her face.

“I saw you dancing. You looked good,” she said with a weak smile. “I’m Rachel.”

“Louis. Thank you, I think I watched your audition. I can’t believe you didn’t make it, you were amazing. From Brighton, right?” I asked. She nodded, then groaned.

“I don’t want to go back there. I thought I was getting out,” she grumbled. She shut her eyes and leaned her head back into the wall behind us. I nodded and started to play with my fingers.

“I know how you feel. I don’t want to go back to Doncaster. I thought I was out for good.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me curiously. “Hate your hometown too?”

“You have no idea,” I breathed. We fell silent, just staring at each other. Then Rachel looked away as she let a tear slide down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, then stood up and faced me, braving a bright smile I didn’t expect. She offered me her hand.

“We should get out of here. You and I have some shitty hometowns to return to,” she said. I let out a short laugh and took her hand and stood up. Rachel and I both grabbed our suitcases and started walking when a worker came up to us.

“You two, come over here, they need some extra footage,” she said with a hard voice. Rachel nodded, looking like she was going to cry again.

“Course, they want to see the reactions of the losers,” she muttered under her breath. I wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, so instead I grabbed her hand. I didn’t look at her when I did this, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks, but I could feel her ice blue eyes digging into my face.

We walked into a group of people and the man started to call names. “Kara Peters…Harry Styles…Niall Horan…Cher Lloyd…Tessa Thompson…Liam Payne…Louis Tomlinson…Zayn Malik…and Rachel Turner. Please go to the stage for some more information, the rest of you, time to head home,” the man instructed. Rachel and I exchanged looks and the nine of us went to the stage. I joined the other four boys on one end of the stage and the four girls grouped together on the other end.