PLEASE READ: okay so I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. This story is a time jumper though, so each chapter is like a mini story in the lives of Charlotte and Harry. They follow the lyrics to the song specified in the title, hence it would be the song Charlotte is listening to at the time. Hope you enjoy.
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"So let me get this straight," I paused as I held the phone up to my ear. "They said ‘no'?"
"It's like I was standing there, and time stood still. They started calling out the names, and I just had this feeling, this unshakeable feeling, that I wasn't going to be called. Everyone was so good Charlotte. I tried to be supportive, and not show how devastated I was. When they called out the last name, my heart dropped. I can't believe I screwed this up. I'm absolutely gutted."
I sat at the top of my bed as I listened to Harry talk. I could hear the sheer upset in his voice. He wanted this so bad, and he deserved it. He was amazing. I knew how much he wanted this. As the competition went on he became more and more elated to be there. It's like after each stage, his desire just got bigger. He was competitive in that way. I heard him sniffle in the background and it brought me back to the situation on hand.
"Just think of it this way babe, there's always next year. This isn't the end of the line," I said sympathetically as my heart broke for him.
I looked over at the pale blue wall of my bedroom. It was nearing the end of July, but already the colour had faded from the constant stream of sun through my window. I heard his breathing become shallow as I held the phone closer to my ear.
"I don't even know if I could put myself through this again next year. Sometimes second chances don't work out," he sobbed quietly. "Liam didn't make it."
I felt my heart drop a second time. What was wrong with the world? How is it that two gorgeously talented and equally beautiful looking lads couldn't make it on the X Factor?
"Did you talk to him?' I found myself asking curiously. "Did you tell him about me?"
"Yes Charlotte, I told him about you," he said as his voice dropped near the end, as I can only assume he was annoyed. "Although he was a bit freaked out when I told him about your shrine."
My mouth dropped. I couldn't believe Harry would do that. I looked over to the wall across from me. It was only a few pictures and posters. Could you really call it a shrine? It's not like I had pieces of his hair of anything.
"No, you didn't! HARRY ARE YOU MENTAL?" I screamed into the phone. "Now he's going to think I'm some sort of freak." I made an inaudible sounding grunt as I threw my pillow at the ‘wall of Liam'. I heard him laughing in the background. "I'm glad you find my pain humorous Harry. In the future if I ever meet Frankie, you better watch yourself."
"What?" Harry said on the line.
"Frankie Sandford, the girl on your ceiling. Don't tell me the fame has already gotten to your head Styles."
"No, not you babe, can you just give me a second."
I waited as patiently as I could. For a second, it seemed to carry on for a really long time. I studied my chipped nail polish and picked pieces of lint off my clothing. I sighed as I pulled my phone away from my ear. Low battery, great. I heard sudden movements in the phone as distinctive sounds of suitcases were being pulled up flights of stairs.
