Why can't i just tell him!

The start of One Direction

~Taylors POV~

The puffy eyes of my best friend were staring at me.I looked back. His eyes were pained, both happiness for me and sadness for himself were entangled with feelings of jealousy. I didn’t know what to do, I felt hopeless. Dermot O’Leary joined them with a camera crew. My interest peaked and I looked up.

A few of the rejected contestants were called back onto stage and when both Harry and Liam were called up with three other boys their age, I stealthily followed behind. Once again, I came in contact with Mr Earring Hoop, who avoided me after he realised his t-shirt was still tear-stained. I smirked at him.

The nine young men and women walked onto stage as I remained backstage. The judges began talking, this time skipping the agonizing wait.

“We think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups. A girl group and a boy group.”

My only reaction at that stage was to beam. The boys began jumping up and down and Harry was uncontrollable. He leaped onto Liam and they hugged each other, smiles reappearing on their recently dejected faces. Simon explained that their voices were too good to pass up and that they would be formed into two groups, if they so desired. Of course, Harry took charge and insisted that they would like to form a group. My smile was now permanently etched onto my face. Mr Earring Hoop was still there and rolled his eye at me. I swear I heard him mutter that I was “unbelievable”, but my happiness for my best friend was enough for me to be the bigger woman and ignore it.

Harry untangled himself from his new band mates to come and give me a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

“I going to the judges houses!”

And I smiled, as the ecstasy from before returned to my body and adrenaline took over.

We’re going to the finals. We’re going to the finals. We’re going to the finals.” Harry’s singsong voice had initially been exciting. Each repetition of the phrase would cause a surge of adrenaline to rush through my veins. However, once he had reached the one hundredth repetition, I was beginning to become annoyed. Despite my disapproval, his singing continued. The other boys apparently seemed to agree with Harry and they joined in. Subconsciously, my hands reached up towards my stick straight dark hair and placed themselves upon my ears. Yet, this attempt wasn’t good enough as their voices still managed to infiltrate my brain. I rolled my eyes.

~The next day going home~

The train was moving at a steady pace, passing through the serene countryside, heading towards my home. I missed my bed. Pressing my warm forehead against the cool glass, I closed my eyes, finally forcing the boys’ voices out of my mind and concentrating on the frosty condensation upon my skin.  

With about a month to kill between Boot Camp and the judges’ houses, the boys were taking it in turns to have the rest of the band over at their place which means i will only be seeing harry for a bout 8 days because he has to come back to pack for Boot Camp. Harry was first, hence, the train ride that was supposed to be my solitary time with Harry had turned into a kerfuffle of noise and the musky tantalizing smell of men’s aftershave filled the enclosed space.

Niall was adorable. He always found everything funny and this made his personality infectious. It was impossible to be sad around Niall. He referred to himself often as the Irish Justin Bieber and this in itself made him a funny young man. Similarly, Louis Tomlinson was just as hilarious. Joke after joke after joke, I knew that he would be a boy that would never fail to make me laugh. He was the oldest, however, there was no way he was the most mature. In fact, I would go as far as to say that he was the least mature. His quiet demure at that moment surprised me and I removed my head from the glass to see what he was doing.Apparently, engrossed in his phone, he was ignoring the other boys. I briefly wondered who he was texting before it left my mind. Instead, an absolute foul stench erupted within the room, infiltrating my nostrils without permission. I almost retched.