Anything Could Happen

Prologue

Harry Styles.

This 11 letter name belongs to a nineteen year old boy with big dreams and a huge will to achieve them. His passion is singing and he's been singing ever since he was 5 years old, only beginning to take it seriously when he was only 16 years old.

Louis Tomlinson.

This 14 letter name belongs to a twenty-one year old boy. He's won the Xfactor back in 2016 when he suddenly became a huge popstar, breaking records and selling out arenas. Everyone loves him for all the love and positivity he manages to spread all around the world. But no one knows what happens behind closed doors.

Harry's POV,

It was another Monday morning when I woke up to my mother's voice calling me. I groaned softly at the bright light seeping through the open curtain I forgot to shut yesterday. It took me a while to finally gather up all the courage I had and sit up. I rubbed my eyes before standing up and stretching my arms and back. Upon hearing the satisfying pop of my bones, I let out a small sigh and headed into the bathroom.

"Harry Styles, get up this instant! You're gonna be late for work!" I heard my mom call to me once again.

I've been working in a bakery ever since I dropped out of school when I was 16. I had to. We were struggling with making money ever since my father left us. We had trouble paying the rent and buying essentials. Even Gemma, my sister, had to drop out of college since we didn't have enough money to pay for her next semester. There was really no other option. And to be quite honest, I'd do anything for my mom and my sister. They've been my rock and backbone ever since I was born. I really couldn't have asked for a better family. It made up for a lot of things I didn't have in life. My job at the bakery helped with my family's income but we were still standing on the edge.

"I'm up!" I called back before I made my way to the sink. I turned the tap on and splashed some water on my face. I decided against showering since I was late as it is. I quickly brushed my teeth and rushed to my wardrobe. I threw on a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged my legs quite perfectly, might I add. I threw on my rolling stones t-shirt and my black and white converse. I run my fingers through my curly brown locks and checked my reflection one last time to make sure I looked decent enough to leave.

Once I made sure I had everything I needed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen where my mom was sat down, newspaper in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

"Morning mom," I said as I walked around the table to where she was sitting, leaning down and quickly pecking her cheek.

"Good morning Harry. There's a granola bar over there. We ran out of orange juice, I'm sorry." My mom told me with an apologetic look on her face. She knew orange juice was my favorite but she had no reason to be sorry.

"Mom, it's fine. I'll just eat this." I told her, snatching the granola bar off the counter and sending her a small smile to assure her it was fine. It sometimes bothered me that we weren't exactly the most stable financially but I had to deal with it. I knew my mom wanted to give us everything she could and I loved her for it.

She sent me another sad smile in return which I had to let go for now. "Alright, I gotta go right now, I love you!" I told her quickly before blowing her a kiss and rushing out the door.

I was hit with the cool breeze of Cheshire. Luckily, I was used to it so it wasn't much of a problem. I kept taking small bites from my granola bar until I was done. I threw the plastic wrapper into a nearby bin before I finally arrived at the bakery. With a small sigh, I entered. The smell of freshly baked cookies hit my nostrils.

Jade, my coworker, greeted me as she passed by. I would say I loved working here. All the staff in this place are extremely nice. We all love each other to death. Martha, my boss, is a sweet and loving lady. She's like a second mom to me and I tell her everything I can't tell my own mom. Not that I hide anything from my mom, but I can talk to Martha about our living situation and I don't have to worry about making her feel guilty. Martha's always been there for me and has been my shoulder to cry on for as long as I can remember. I don't think I can ever repay her.

I walked around the counter and entered the staff's room, setting my stuff down. I wrapped an apron around my waist before taking my place at the cash register. The shop was peaceful at this time of day making everything easier and less stressful for me. It was my favorite part of the day anyway. I rested my elbows on the counter then rested my head on top.

I started humming a soft melody, bobbing my head along to it slowly. Little by little, I started singing quietly, losing myself in the song. I couldn't feel anything around me. All my focus was on my voice and the melody in my head. Once I was done, I was surprised upon hearing a hand rest on my shoulder, making me jump.

I snapped my head around so fast that I feared my neck could've broke. "Martha! You scared me." I sighed in relief and my shoulder slumped as I looked at her though a small smile made its way to my lips, hearing her laughter.

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't want to interrupt your singing though so I stayed quiet. You looked pretty into it." Martha told me, making my cheeks turn a dark shade of red. I wasn't really the best at masking my feelings. Not to mention the fact that Martha just heard me sing.

"It's okay." I mumbled and shook my head, sending her a small smile.

"Your voice is absolutely beautiful Harry. I don't get why you're not doing anything about it." She persisted and stood next to me, rag in hand as she started wiping off the counter. I released a small sigh and leaned back, allowing her more access to it.

"I don't have the money to start anything Martha, you know that." I told her quietly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Martha turned around and gave me a face, "There's this show I've heard of. It's called Xfactor. It features young artists, like yourself, showing off their singing talents. I believe you stand a chance."

I raised my eyebrows at her and licked my chapped lips, tilting my head to the side. "I don't know Martha. I don't wanna make a fool of myself." I mumbled, suddenly becoming self conscious over my voice.

"Are you kidding me, Harry? You have the voice of an angel. I believe in you. Anne believes in you. Gemma believes in you. Just think about it." Martha told me one last time before she turned around and walked into the kitchen leaving me to drown in my own thoughts.

What is this said Xfactor anyway? I've never heard of it which is pretty logical. I never go on any of my social media anymore since I have other things to take care of. I got out my shit excuse of a phone and decide to look it up. I'm surprised my phone even works. The screen has been cracked multiple times and I'm honestly not very cautious when it comes to my phone.

I typed Xfactor in the search bar and almost immediately, thousands of results came back. I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration as I started scrolling through the results, finally finding one that seemed tempting enough.

I watched the performance of some random contestant, getting a brief idea of how everything works. They were all so good, I don't think I could ever compare to any of them.

I looked up as the bell dinged indicating a customer has entered. I quickly put my phone away and took their order, trying my best to distract myself from this Xfactor thing but it didn't seem to work. Applying for it seemed really tempting and I didn't know what to do. I mean, I had nothing to lose. It was worth a shot.

With a strong heart, I opened the application page and started filling my application. I stared at what I wrote for a while before I shut my eyes and took in a deep breath. Surely my mom wouldn't mind. It was me who was hesitant. I reopened my eyes and without thinking, I pressed the submit button.

I kept looking down at my phone in shock. I did it. I applied for the Xfactor. Almost 3 minutes later, I received an email telling me everything I needed to know about the audition and when I should be there.

What have I done?