wonderlani

Chapter 3

Side note (not an Author's Note so sh!): I had some trouble with this chapter because my personal demons are taking me. So to make up for the crappy chapter, please enjoy Harry getting hit in the dick with a dodgeball (again) from the Former First Lady (and secretly still mine) Michelle Obama. Laugh. Read the chapter. Comment, vote, etc. Happy belated pride 🏳️‍🌈

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My dad and I walked briskly toward the line of people as my breath got caught in my throat. My dad rubbed my back carefully with his free hand, and he gave a small pat against the small of my back for reassurance. 

Is it still too late to turn back yet?  I think if I turn around now I can get back to the car before anyone can catch me?

Florida and Jerms poked each other in their sides, racing around like they were Tom and Jerry. There was a girl with a giant brown afro and knotted tee with the 'Harri has the X-Factor' logo on it. She jumped up and waved at me. I raced over and spun her around in a deep hug, dropping the blankets on the grounds with a thud. 

The girl laughed while struggling in my arms, "Nice to see you too Harri!" Her breathes became choppy as she hit my thigh hard. My dimples popped out as I sat her feet back on the ground. I took a few steps away from her, adjusting my hair pineapple, "Sorry. Just nervous,"

She fluffed her afro back in place, but a deep blush absorbed her toned cheekbones. Her shirt gently rose up, her waist exposed a bit; I blushed harder, I looked away from her and over at Flo and Jerms quickly. 

Then I cleared my throat, and I smiled hard at her with the same deep blush. The girl giggled, motioning down toward the shirt, "Harri there is no need to be nervous-we made shirts just for the occasion,"

My smile softens, "Just because you all made shirts Maya, doesn't mean I'll be heading to the finals." I finished as I adjusted the bag on my shoulders. 

She crossed her arms and pouted at me, "No fair Harri, you can't give up and you haven't even walked onstage yet," I love her so much.

I closed the gap between us, wrapping my arms around her waist in another tight hug. I rested my head on her shoulder and she snaked her arms around my chest, squeezing gently. 

I kissed her cheek sweetly. "Ew." I giggled and mumbled in her ear, "I love you, Maya, thank you for being here." She squeezed me one more time and pulled away from me. We smiled softly at each other, her arm swung around my shoulders and she pulled me to her side tight as we headed toward the line. 

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I kept playing with the number on my chest. 

I just couldn't get it to stick properly, it kept falling off my tank top. Maybe I should have worn the dress today. Fuck.

My eyes shifted through this college lecture hall of fellow performers almost as we sat in mild quiet as our careers were being decided outside that oak wood door.

God, it's hot... I can't breathe... And the guy took my stuff so I can't even write in my book. Can't think straight. Come on Harriet.

"You're fidgeting really bad love," A soft voice worried to my left. I shook my head then smiled over at the voice. The boy had a soft smile and crystal blue eyes with this dark brown emo bang to match. He wore a white shirt, a beige cardigan, a black tie with some jeans and Vans to match.