Day 200. A Harry Styles, One Direction Fanfic

Part 2. London Girl

Yesterday, I went to the station to go to my X Factor audition, I had Samantha and my mum coming down with me to central London. Only Samantha knew about that girl.

I was anxious to see her, I kept my head up high and look twice every time I see a girl with long black hair, which was lots. "She here?", Samantha looked up to me. I just nodded signaling no. No, she's just not here.

"Seriously, why are you so caught up with this one girl? She could be mental", Samantha joked but I could sense a serious tone under that. 

"Because... just because", I shrudded. She rolled her eyes, in response. 

"Today, you'll have to focus on your audition and not this girl. Okay?", she nudged my ribs with her elbow. 

"Well, yeah okay then", I leaned in and wrapped my arms around my good friend's shoulder.

See Samantha already has a boyfriend, that's why I'm so comfortable being around her. Because she see's me as one of her good friends, and not a shy romantic guy like how everyone thinks he is. She's been putting up to me since last year when I started working at costas, She's pretty hystorical. Not that she's way older, but she's in her 20's.

We arrived at the stadium and waited for hours in line, "You can do this", My Mum whispered to me and holding me tight just seconds before I went out to stage in front of the millions of people watching. 

"Good luck, hippo", Samantha giggled. Both of their eyes shined with hope, hoping that I'll get through.

My heart pounding as I walked to the stage, I was nervous to see all of those people up there. Then I saw Louis, Nicole and Simon smiling at me and greeting me to the stage.

"Off you go now", Simon said. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pictured her. She's my strength to sing today.

Isn't she lovely

Isn't she wonderful

Isn't she precious

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love

The crowd went wild, the euphoria of the room clapping and lots of them gave standing ovations. I looked left backstage to see my Mum and Samantha holding each other, and smiling wildly.

I looked across the room and had the bigest smile on my face, but my heart dropped to hear the comment Louis gave and saying that I'm too young and less experienced. How the audience were screaming rubbish, and the fact Nicole and Simon said good things about me, complimenting my "sweet" voice. I got through with two yes and a no.

"Thankyou", my heavy voice filled the room when I talked to the mic. I jogged back and was estatic to see my mum's reaction, "I'm so proud of you Harry!", she holds me tight and started crying. "Mom, you're wetting my shirt", she laughed. She had red eyes, but the fact that I made her proud was more than enough.

I turned to Samantha, who was folding her hands together. "Not bad hey?", she giggled. I messed my curly hair, "Gee, not so bad at all", she smiled and gave me a huge hug.

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X Factor Live Shows

So I basically got in the final 12, meaning I'm in it for the live shows. I auditioned solo but I was paired to be in a group of five with 4 other guys.

Seemingly called, One Direction, my new mates... Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis are all getting to know each other. But so far it's been great and I've been so busy with rehearsals everyday and photoshoots that I have forgotten all about the girl I was chasing for months.

Me and Louis were sat at the sofa at our X Factor house while the other boys were downstairs having breakfast, I looked at my phone. And had a brilliant idea.

I had to ask Lou, who was half-sleeping, after being too tired from last night. "If you like someone, would you do anything to meet her?", he was mumbling his answer.

I yanked him with my wet towel, "Huh?", he looked dumb and silly trying to wake up. His arms now flungc carelessly on the sofa, I repeated my question, "If you like someone, would you do anything to meet her?"

He rubbed his krisp eyes, and exhaled, "Well I guess. If you love her then why not? Depens on how much you like her", he faced me and laid back to the armchair.

"No, I don't love her, yet. I don't know how much I like her, yet", his eyes are focused on me now, "I'm not properly introduced to her", I confessed.

He gave me a look of pure confusion implying, 'you creep', and he went on, "So you haven't met her?". 

"No no, I have met her. I just didn't... introduced myself properly", I shrudded. "What's so special about her then?", he didn't seem interested but I kept going on about her telling that I have a feeling she's good for me. and she's a good person.

"So you're judging a book by it's cover? Looks like she's really pretty"

"Nah, more of a right feeling that I have", I sipped my tea.

"You're one weird person, Styles. Out of all the girls that drools on you.. you rather be with someone you don't even know?"

"Uh, hum", I nodded in agreement. He sat back straight and stood up slowly, he put his arms on his hips, "I heard twitter is a good media to find people. Just saying", then he went off.

"Brilliant", I said quietly. I do have twitter and I have dozens of followers, but I just don't know how to reach out through it. Should I just ask wether someone knows me in person? Now that won't be easy reading through the mentions. Or if I tell her characteristics.. would she see?

Damn it I don't even know if she even follows me. It's like I'm finding a missing person, that I had to put posters up and a reward for her return.

Then I remembered something, the day we met and finally had a chat, her jacket said London across it. I might make puzzled tweets, something that other people won't understand, but will make perfect sense to her.

So I typed in a few tweets in the next minute,

@Harry_Styles: Under the bright sun, somehow u feel cold and fragile.

Referring to her wearing layers of clothes on the middle of summer.

@Harry_Styles: my london girl, 9 o'clock. Tick tock tick tock.

Referring to the jacket that he wore and the time we always meet.

@Harry_Styles: months after months, days after days, meeting you again soon would be absolute.

I smiled cheekily seeing the response I got on twitter, people thinking it was song lyrics. I closed my phone, hoping that she understands and she'd meet me the same time we used

to take our train.

Till we meet again, my London girl.