A day passed and I was getting ready for my audition.
"You already look beautiful." Harry said wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Says you." I said smearing eye shadow across his face.
"Thanks do I look beautiful now?" He asked striking a pose.
"You were before." I said patting his cheek.
After everyone had gotten dressed and ready for their audition. I was up after all the boys. They had all advanced to the next round. They called my name and I walked out on stage. They talked for a bit and then let me perform. Once I was done, I was ready for criticism. Or so I thought.
"I think you would be better if you were in a group." Simon suggested. I started to cry remembering my friends.
"Why are you crying?" he asked patiently, or at least he sounded like it.
"My best friends and I were going to audition, but they got nervous and left me." I said wiping my face.
"Well I'm sorry, but you will not go on." He said.
I nodded and walked off stage right into Harry’s arms and started crying even harder. I cried all the way to the hotel. When we walked in I collapsed on the couch.
"You guys should go celebrate." I said hoping to get some alone time.
"We were planning on it." Louis said.
Niall felt my pain and pitied me. He walked over and gave me a Horan hug which made me smile. The other boys ended up giving me hugs too. Harry’s hug lasted the longest.
"You know, let’s just go party." I said immediately walking out the door probably leaving the boys behind in shock.
The elevator closed just as they got there. The last thing they saw before the door shut was me sticking out my tongue. I waited for them in the lobby. When they got there, we walked out of the building and hailed a taxi.
"I have a surprise." I said sitting in Harry’s lap. Everyone looked at me with curiosity on their face.
"She’s pregnant!" Louis yelled.
"No!" I said slapping his arm.
"Today is my birthday." I said playing with my bandanna on my wrist.
"Why didn’t you tell us?" Harry asked.
"I didn’t want you guys to throw me a party or anything." I said faking a smile.
"Like we would throw you a party." Louis said. The boys just glared at him and Zayn smacked him upside the head.
"Is that why you were sadder than you should have been?" Niall asked. I nodded my head and unlocked my phone, tired of all the beeping. Twitter.
Liam had tweeted, ‘Happy Birthday to a lovely girl
#Timetocelebrate’
Niall, ‘Happy birthday to my bestest friend! #Timetocelebrate’
Louis, ‘Happy birthday to a girl who is as annoying as me! #Timetocelebrate’
Harry, ‘Happy birthday to a wonderful girlfriend
#Timetocelebrate’
Zayn, ‘Happy Birthday to the coolest girl ever!
#Timetocelebrate’
So I decided to tweet them back.
'Sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner, I still don’t want a party okay? Love you all xx.'
I had some more happy birthday tweets from the boys and their friends and family who I’ve never met. I wasn’t really umm…close to my family anymore. We finally reached the pub, which I’m guessing Niall picked out. I wasn’t a big drinker but I was that night. Liam didn’t drink, he was a supervisor. Harry didn’t drink much; he was making sure I didn’t do something bad. Louis, Zayn, Niall, and I were trashed. We kept laughing and falling over each other. Harry got really mad at one point because Louis helped me up and was whispering jokes in my ear. I would have laughed whether they were funny or not. Harry got mad and pulled me away from him. I passed out in the taxi on our way back to the hotel. I woke up with Harry laying beside me in his bed.
"Babe?" I asked.
"What happened last night?" I asked rubbing my temples.
