Prologue

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Hi friends!!
I'm writing this lil note on February 27, 2016-
It is probably about 3 (or 4) years after I actually wrote this!! it's still my favorite Larry I've written :)
I just wanted to say thanks for reading. If you dig it leave a comment and I'll try to answer!! 
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July 22, 2010 | | 11:07

Harry sighed as he tapped the screen of his phone, making it light up again. Fighting back a yawn he flicked through his apps for the 100th time, somehow thinking that maybe this time he'd find something to occupy his time.

He should be sleeping, getting rest for tomorrow, but the nervous butterflies in his stomach wouldn't let up and he couldn't stop the nauseous feeling that came over him every once and a while.

He was going up in front of the judges. It wasn't the song that worried him so much as the performance. What if I'm not loud enough? Or I'm too loud? What if I can't really sing?

A million "what if's" filled his brain, and half of them were highly unlikely. His mother kept showering him in reassuring words, like every mother would, but Harry accepted them half heartedly.

When the screen of his phone darkened, he tried shutting his eyes again. He tried to clear all negative thoughts, but as soon one disapeared another resurfaced. He gave up on sleep, and opened his eyes again, using his thumb to tap his screen.

Mid-scrolling, Harry noticed a little red message notification over his inbox and clicking on it he found that it was a text from one of his mates from school. Upon clicking on it, he found that it was yet another chain-text. But instead of some asinine "you will die in seven days if you don't..." it was a simple-

it's almost 11:11. make a wish & maybe it'll come true.

Aside from a few smileys and fancy emoticons, that was it for the message. Harry thought of texting his mate and telling to cease the sending of such rubbish, but dissmissed it as he glanced at the clock. 11:10.

Harry recalled Gemma talking about 11:11 with a certain enthusiasm, and mentally shrugging he thought, Why not? I've got nothing to lose.

Harry watched his screen carefully, and the seconds dragged on hopelessly. When the clock finally changed, Harry was caught off guard. He hadn't yet come up with a wish. So he quickly shut his eyes and thought for a few seconds before blurting out the one wish that he could think of.

"I wish... I wish that tomorrow I'll make it."

His voice shocked him, because he was suprised that he even made a wish. Normally he was not one for childish things, but after saying his wish he felt suddenly hopeful.

Locking his phone and placing it on his bedside table. He rolled over and closed his eyes. Smirking, he thought about how foolish he was to make that wish. He fell asleep with that same small smile.

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July 23, 2010 | | 8:21

As the boys filed onto the stage confusion riddled their faces.

They had already lost, right? The cameras had already caught their tear stained faces. What else was left to express?

They lined up, and Harry noticed across the stage there was a few girls as well.

"We just feel that you're all too talented to let go of." Nicole Scherzinger said into her microphone, and everyone's minds formed thoughts of confusion. "We think it would be a great idea to have two seperate groups."

Harry was confused. Two seperate groups? Did they mean... Them?

"We've decided to put you both through to the judges." Simon spoke, and the squeals of the girls filled the arena.

Harry was shocked beyond belief.

His heart swelled with millions of emotions in he let out an estatic yell, wrapping his arms around the boy nearest to him. It was the boy he'd seen earlier with the brown feathery hair and bright blue eyes. The boys legs wrapped around Harry's waist and he buried his face in Harry's neck, muffling his excited screams.

This was it. He made it. He'd finally made it.

I may not update very soon, cos I'm sort of on a writing break. I made an exception for this though, because ideas were just pouring out of me.

Kay, COMMENT, VOTE, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY HAVE A LOVELY DAY :*

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