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Harry's POV

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Harry's POV.

I open my eyes the second my fingers leave the strings and, after I take a moment to calm myself, I look at the four people in front of me. The deadly silence that was embracing my body, now is completely disappeared as the scream and the applauses break through my shell overwhelming me.

I take a step back like someone just hit me on the head and stare at the crowd. I caress the neck of the guitar Grace gave to me the day of Christmas and hold my digits against the words that are carved in the wooden, relaxing myself.

'' Wow, boy.'' David stands and claps his hands to me, I smile licking my so dry lips. '' I have to admit it, I'm impressed.'' I stay there looking into his brown eyes unable to say anything. He then glares towards Cheryl Cole and she places her chin on her hands.

'' You're just.. so cute. I can't even look at you without becoming smitten as a teenage at her first gig!'' She sighs as David takes his place again and everyone goes silent.

'' I beg to differ,'' The woman next to Cheryl jumps in the conversation while everyone turns to look at her with a stern glare.

'' Pardon?'' Cheryl flatters her eyelashes as she keeps on shaking her head.

'' He may be a very good looking boy, however I'm afraid is beauty could be a little distracting for what we are looking for. I don't know, he doesn't convince me that much, I haven't notice his voice, I was too caught up into looking at him so I'm not sure.''

'' You're sentencing him because he's too beautiful?'' Cheryl begins and widens her eyes noticeable '' Oh man, this is hilarious. I mean, I would have understood if.. Oh, no wait! I wouldn't either way, that boy is damn good!'' David massages his face holding a pen in his fingers, shaking his head humorously.

'' This is absurd,'' He giggles. '' Now you explain me how Boybands such as Backstreet Boys or the Blue had so much success? I'm sure people bought their music because they were ugly as my grandmother's behind. They have sold so many records because people couldn't even look at them, right Mel? ''

'' Whatever David. It's clear he doesn't have a powerful voice. If you don't see it, we got some problem here.''

'' Don't listen to this old which,'' Cheryl whispers to me winking and I try my best to suffocate a smile, I'm boiling with worry and I don't want for Mel to think I'm disrespecting her or something.

'' Shall we vote?'' The man opposite side from David interrupts the pair and David shrugs.

'' Okay I'll go first,'' David rushes to add '' Yes. '' My heart skips a beat and I place my hand to my heart in order to make David know, I'm so thankful for his vote.

'' Mel, you can't say no!'' Cheryl warns her and the man on the other side elbow her playfully.

'' Shut up Steve. I'm sorry boy, but for me you don't have the X-factor so, no.'' She raises her eyes for me and I do something she probably doesn't deserve; I bow elegantly for her and make her know I've understand even if my chest is stinging as fuck and I have no clue why she despise me so much.

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