The Heartbreak Factor - Part One

Chapter Sixty-Five.

“Just put this on your wrist, Sammy,” Caroline smiled to me, handing me an ice pack as I sat on the sofa in the contestant’s chill out room backstage.

“Thanks,” I smiled, wrapping it around my wrist.

“If the bruising hasn’t gone down by 6pm, we’ll try and cover it up with foundation,” Julia, the make-up artist, said to me. “And if that doesn’t work, we can just use it as an excuse to get you a nice bracelet.”

“Are you going to be okay to perform?” one of the producers asked me as everyone was sat on the sofas, looking at me, waiting in anticipation for my response.

“It’s only a bruised wrist,” I laughed. “I’d go on the stage with every single bone in my body broken if I had to.”

“My little soldier,” Tulisa smiled, ruffling my hair up as she stood behind me.

“We’ll let you chill out now,” the producer smiled to me.

As everyone filed out of the room, I sat looking around in confusion. Everyone had been so worried over me and I honestly didn’t get what all the commotion was about. Yes, Chris has said some hurtful things to me. And yes, Chris had grabbed hold of my wrist. And yes, my wrist had been in agony since it happened just short of five hours ago. “It’s only a bruised wrist,” I laughed.

“Who you talking to?” George grinned as he dived onto the sofa.

“Nobody,” I smiled innocently.

“So you were talking to yourself?” he winked. “Freak.”

“Freak? Shelley, just because I’m more normal than you doesn’t mean you can bully me,” I grinned.

“More normal?” he asked, grinning at me as he tried to pin me down.

“Ouch!” I joked as he held hold of my wrist.

“Sorry,” he said, looking really worried. “I’m so sorry, Sammy. I forgot.”

“Got’cha,” I winked, pushing him off me so he fell onto the floor.

“Now that was just plain mean,” he laughed, jumping up from the floor to lie down on the sofa next to me.

“Sorry,” I grinned, standing up from the sofa.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I stood looking down at him.

“This,” I laughed before sitting on top of him as he laid across the sofa.

“So heavy! It’s like an elephant is sat on top of me,” George chuckled. “Help!”

“Be like that,” I giggled as I began to jump up and down on him.

“Say ‘cheese’,” Josh grinned as he walked into the room holding up his phone, obviously taking a photo of me and George.

“Come on, Georgey,” I laughed, tapping the top of his head repetitively as I continued to bounce on him. “Say cheese.”

“Ouch!” he growled whilst laughing at the same time.

“That’s on Twitter now,” Josh winked.

I stopped jumping on George and grabbed my phone from my pocket. “Such a cute, adorable couple who clearly love each other a lot,” the tweet read with the photo attached.

“Oh fab.”