Truly, Madly, Deeply

Where It All Began

I remember the day when Harry Styles auditioned for X Factor.

No, I wasn't a screaming fan in the audience. No, I wasn't watching from my couch. I was holding his sweaty hands as he took deep breaths.

"Harry, you're going to be fine," I assured.

"I don't want to do it," he suddenly turned to me. His eyes looked terrified.

"How long have we been friends, Harry?" his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Uh, five years?"

"Yes, and in that time have I ever steered you wrong?" I asked, squeezing his hands.

"Well... uh... no...?"

"You are going to audition and you are going to be fabulous," I kissed his cheek.

"You have entirely too much faith in me, Kim" he smiled, hugging me tightly, "I'm scared."

"I'll be right here. Through everything, I promise" just then, the man who had interviewed him earlier started to come to us, "Except now, sorry."

"I don't understand why you don't want to be on television." he shook his head.

"It doesn't suit me," I took a few steps back.

"Alright," he looked unsure.

I tried to distract myself but it didn't work all that well. Harry was making everyone love him. He was showing his sweet Harry that I loved so much. We had been through so much already. Everything from Harry's girl troubles to last year when I'd gotten swine flu. The interviewer was starting to lead Harry up the stairs and I quickly ran to him and smacked his butt.

"Oi!" Harry laughed.

"For good luck!" I said, "Not that you need it!" I sang. He shook his head and walked on stage.

I quickly got out of line of the camera and watched the screen. I could tell from the moment he got on that stage that he wasn't nervous anymore.

"Hello," Harry smiled. I kind of zoned out until, that is, when Simon said, "Alright, good luck!"

The song Harry and I worked on for him went exactly as planned. His voice quivered a bit in some parts but I didn't blame him, if I were up there I would have pissed myself. Again I zoned out, I really am bad at paying attention to one thing. I got focused enough to hear that my best friend made it through. I bounced in place waiting until Harry came around the corner to us. I pounced into his arms as he spun me around.

"You made it!" I squealed.

"And all because a special someone pushed me to. Thank you," Harry smiled before everyone else enveloped him. He gave me a help look.

I had stayed up day and night, helping Harry through boot camp and everything else until finally one night he came up to me, "Maybe you should sleep."

"Harry, I said I would be there."

"And you are here, please just sleep." It didn't take me long until I was knocked out and when I woke up it was super bright out.

"Whu-What?" I looked at the time and realized Harry was supposed to be getting his results... two hours ago. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit," I threw on some clothes and got my hair into the messiest bun of my life. I don't think I had ever ran faster than when I did to that auditorium. Crying girls and boys were leaving and I made sure none of them were Harry. I think it was about that time when I noticed Harry was on the right side of the stage with four other boys. On the left side of the stage was four girls.

"Hello," the judge Nicole greeted, "Thanks you so much for coming back. I know, judging from some of your faces, that this is really hard." Did I already miss it? Did Harry not make it? "We've thought long and hard about it and we thought of each of you as individuals, and we just feel that you're too talented to let go of. We think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups." What?