The Last Dance (A One Direction FanFiction)

Over coming the odds.

Chapter 12:

Liam;

Standing in the center of the stage, waiting, and hoping our name gets called.

But they didn't.

I stood frozen. We got so far. We let everyone down. We let Tracy down. Tracy! We let Tracy down! Now I want to cry...

I got pulled off stage after Zayn said we weren't going to break up. We hugged each other and eventually got went into a group hug.

"We can do this boys" Louis cooed. We all cheered and followed Simon to his office.

"Boys. I called you in here, because I want to sign you." Simon said with a grin

"Are you serious?" Harry whispered in disbelief. He nodded and took out a contract. I can't believe this is happening.

Tracy;

Gosh, only these things happen to me! My face scrunched up in disgust as I reached and grabbed my phone... out of the toilet. I screamed and threw it across the bathroom before washing my hands at least thirty times. I was only listening to music as I took a shower and it vibrated and fell into the bowl.

There goes all my contacts.

"What's going on?!" My mum asked rushing in.

"My phone kinda fell in the toilet." I said with a slight smile. She rolled her eyes.

"Great. Well try seeing if it works." She said before walking away. I dried it off and turned it on. It was all blurry and was about to go any second. I dialed Louis' number and he answered right away.

"Tracy?" He asked.

"Louis! Can you hear me?" I yelled into the phone.

"Tracy? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Lou! Can. You. Hear. ME?!" I asked again.

"TRACY!" He yelled before the phone died. Great.

Louis;

"Lou..." Was all heard before the phone call ended. Was she gone? She can't be gone. No.

"TRACY!" I yelled.

"What's going on Lou?" Liam asked from behind me.

"Tracy. She called me. She sounded... weird. And she wasn't talking right" I replied, feeling tears in my eyes. Liam spun me around and pulled me into a hug. "She's gone. Isn't she?" I asked over his shoulder. He stiffened and moved back so I could see his red puffy eyes.

"It's going to be alright Lou. It'll all be alright." He cooed. My sobs started getting louder and tears were blurring my vision. That was the last time I would ever talk to her.

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Over the next week we recorded with Simon. I kept getting a call from this random number, but I never answered it.  I was depressed. The boys were depressed. Everything was all depressing. Everything I saw or said would remind me of Tracy. When we saw a couple holding hands, it would remind me of holding her hand. When I saw someone riding a bike it reminded me of when we would ride bikes. Every single movie we watched I'd have to leave, because I'd be reminded of her.

Next week is going to be the first time I go home since I saw Tracy. I know I was going to break down. And the worst part, my mum or dad couldn't pick us up because they had work. So supposedly one of their friends was picking us up since none of us drove ourselves to the airport.

The boys were coming back with me then leaving a couple weeks after. They said they liked my house. But I'm pretty sure they just wanted to keep me company since Tracy wouldn't be there anymore. My mum or dad haven't spoken about her. I'm just guessing they were keeping the subject away.