That Boy's Eyes. (Ziall)

Chapter 14

3 Weeks Later <3

Niall's POV

"Zayn! Hurry or we'll be late!"

Zayn came running. "I'm so proud of you babe."

I smiled. "Yeah, And I'm nervous as hell!"

He kissed me lightly. "C'mon!"

We ran out the door and to the car.

We drove, and I sang So Sick over and over again.

"Ni, Babe. You'll do fine. I swear."

We were now in the airport parking lot, and I was breathing heavily.

"I can't do this Zayn...I can't leave you...I can't face all these people."

"Babe, You can. I know it. And they will love you!"

Zayn stepped out of the car and got my bags out. "C'mon hun. I love you."

I followed hesitantly.

We sat down on the hard, cold airport seats. I drummed my fingers, and eventually I layed my head on Zayn's chest.

The bus I was supposed to take to get from the airport to the place the X Factor would be, pulled up.

"Zayn." I whispered.

"Niall. I love you." Our lips crashed against each other. The bus honked."Go Babe."

"Call and skype me tonight!"

"I will! Bye Niall! I love you!"

"I love you too Zayn."

I got on the bus, and sat down in an empty seat with my guitar. I was nervous. My heart was fluttering, and my stomach was doing flips.

Soon, we arrived, and I went inside. I was handed a number, 232677, to pin on my shirt. I did, and went to the huge crowd of people, strumming my guitar.

I sang them a few songs to warm up. Like Baby by Justin Bieber. Finally, after all day it seemed, they called my number. I walked in, my knees shaking.

"What's your name?" Louis Walsh asked.

"Niall."

"Niall what?"

"Horan."

We talked some more, and I started to sing.

"Mmm, mmm yeah. Do, do , do , do , do , do , Ohh. Gotta change my answerin' machine, now that I'm alone, cause right it says that we, can't come to the phone, And I know it makes no sense, cause you walked out the door, But it's the only way I can hear your voice, anymore."

Simon put his hand up to stop me.

Katy Perry started talking. "You're adorable, and you have charisma, I just think that maybe, you should work on it. You're only 18. I started when I was 15, and didn't make it until I was 23!"

Then Simon began to talk. "I think you're unprepared, you came with the wrong song, you're not as good as you thought you were, Uh, But I still like you."

The crowd cheered, and I grinned slightly.

Cheryl talked next. "Yeah, you're obviously adorable, you've got a lot of charm for an 18 year old, but the songs too big for you babe."

Finally, It was Louis' turn. "Niall, I think you've got something. I absolutely like you, You're likable. I think people will like him cause he's likable, not cause he's Irish. "

"Simon, yes or no?"

I held my breathe.

"I'm gonna say yes." I pounded my fist, with a smile.

"Cheryl, Yes or no?"

Once again, I drew in my breathe.

"I'm gonna say no."

My face dropped a bit, but I held my composure. She was one judge, out of four.

"I'm gonna say yes!" Louis added before anyone else could speak.

Katy looked at me. "Can I just say, that I agree with Cheryl, you do need more experience, But just cause you're likable, likableness isn't gonna sell records. It's talent, and you have a seed of it..." She hesitated. "Of course, You're in."

I jumped up, grinning.

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"Zayn? Zayn!"

"Niall! How'd it go?!"

"I made it! Zayn! I did it! I made it! I'm in! I got 1 no, and 3 yes'!"

"I knew you could do it!"

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