Harry Styles FanFic (Not Famous)

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5. Talk About The X Factor And The Talk Between Two 'Friends'

*The Next Morning*

Brenda's P-O-V

I woke up to the sound of Harry snoring. Zayn had offered to drive me home last night but Louis insisted for us all to just stay the night. We stayed up and watched a few movies after Liam finally came inside. At about 3am I decided that it was time to go to bed. I was too tired to change so I just slept in my bikini.


He woke up and embraced me in a hug.

"Hey love! Did you have fun last night?"

The flashblacks of Liam kissing me kept coming back to mind. The kiss wasn't bad it's just that I was with Harry and that'd be wrong. I still felt extremely guilty though. 

"Yeah! I had probably too much fun. Where were you last night?"

"I went back home so you could get to know the boys more. Were they nice to you?

"Yes they were very nice!"

"I see you went swimming, babe."

"How'd you know?"

Harry examined my body and I looked down to see that I still had the pink and black striped bikini on. Wow I felt stupid.

"Oh yeah haha I forgot to change last night."

"You look great in it babe."

Harry was laying on his back dozing off and I was still a bit tired so I decided to crawl on top of him and go back to sleep. I laid there with my head on Harry's chest and my arms beside my body also linked with Harry's. The slow rhythm of Harry breathing put me back to sleep pretty quickly.

*Later That Afternoon*

I woke up for the second time today but this time Harry wasn't beside me anymore. Instead, I heard him running up the stairs yelling my name. I jumped up and ran out the door which as soon as I got out th e door I ran into him and we bumped heads.

"Ow!!" We both laughed and rubbed our heads.

"Why were you yelling me name? And why the hell did you let me sleep so late?"

"Come in here."

Harry pulled me ny the waist and into the room we had slept in. To tell you the truth I was tired of being in there, but I followed cause he looked so excited. We walked out onto the terrace and sat on a soft, yellow bench.

"Ok babe, guess who is coming to town next week?"

I clenched his hands and rolled my eyes. I knew exactly what he was talking about because he got excited like this last time.

"Harry, I am NOT trying out for the X Factor."

"I know, I know. I was thinking something different. How about we try out...together."

"You don't sing Harry."

"Yes I do. I just never have in front of you."

"Well, sing something for me."

"Like what?"

"Torn. I love that song."


Harry took a deep breathe and began to sing.

"I thought I saw a girl brought to life. She was warm, She came around, She was dignified.  She showed me what it was to cry. You couldn't be that girl I adore. You don't seem to know, Don't seem to care what your heart is for. But I don't know her anymore. There's nothing left, I used to cry. My conversation has run dry, That's what's going on. Nothing's fine I'm torn. I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed. Lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. Wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late and I'm already torn. There's nothing left, I used to cry. My inspiration has run dry. That's what's going on. Nothing's fine I'm torn."

I sat there with a pillow in my tight grasp as I listened to Harry sing. I had no idea he could sing that good! Now there's only one thing left that will make my desicion final. I want to know how we sound together. Harry finished singing and looked at me for an answer.

"Oh my god babe!"

I kissed him and he blushed.

"I think I've made my choice."


"But, I want to see how we sound together in front of the boys."


Harry jumped up, grabbed my hand, and ran downstairs while yelling at all the boys telling them to go to the living room.

"What mate?"

"Liam, get the rest of the guys and sit on the couch."

Liam looked confused. Harry pulled two stools to the center of the room and grabbed two random microphones out of a cabnit. Liam got all of the boys together and they all sat on the couch. Harry handed me a mic and we sat on our stools. I have really bad stage fright but Harry doesn't know that because I sing in front of him all the time.

"Brenda said she'd do the X Factor with me but she wanted to see how we sounded together. You guys are the judges."

"What song are we singing Harry?"

"How about 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran?"

"Harry, that's more of a guy's song. It's not a good duet song."

"We aren't actually at the audition. This is just to see how we sound together. Niall can play the guitar."

"Fine. We can sing it."

I resituated on the stool and gripped the mic nervously and Niall grabbed his guitar and started strumming. Harry started out the song beautifully.

"White lips, Pale face. Breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, Sour taste. Lights gone, Days end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, Strange men."

This is where me and Harry start singing together.

"And they say she's in the class A team stuck in her daydream. Been this way since eighteen but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting. Crumbling like pastries and they scream the worst things in life come free to us. Cause she's just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams. And she don't want to go outside, tonight. Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland. And sell love to another man. It's too cold outside. For angels to fly, for angels to fly."

I finish off the cong by carrying out the note on the last word 'fly'. I put the microphone and look at the boys. They were speechless, even Niall who had been playing the guitar.

"So boys, how were Harry and I?"

Zayn stood up and started talking.

"You guys are awesome. Go to that audition."

Zayn pat me on the back and left. Liam followed him. That only left Louis and Niall.

"So.. Niall, Louis. How were we?"

"Great! Like really great! Do that audition!"

Harry looked over at me and I nodded. He then jumped off his stool and spun me around in his arms.

"Harry put me down! Haha!"

"I'm so excited! Lets go upstairs and celebrate!"

"Wait, what?"

Before I knew it, Harry had me upstairs and into the bed. We indeed celebreated and it was the best celebration of my life if you know what I mean!

Liam's P-O-V

I knew that look on Zayn's face. He was mad, but I didn't know why. I followed him into the kitchen and when I got in there I saw a plate crashed into pieces all over the floor.

"Zayn! What's wrong with you?"

"I love her lad!"

"Who? You love who?"

"Brenda! I love Brenda!"

Just about that time Brenda had walked into the kitchen. She dropped what looked like a shirt or something onto the floor and she covered her mouth.

"Br, Brenda."

Brenda ran out of the kitchen and Zayn ran after her.


Zayn's P-O-V

I just said I loved Brenda. In front of Liam. In front of..Brenda. She dropped the shirt and left with her hand covering her mouth. I had to run after her.

"Brenda, please wait!"

She stopped and turned around while taking her hand off of her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock and she was shaking. I wanted to hold her right there in the hallway.

"Where's Harry?"

"H-He left about an hour a-ago."

I couldn't control myself. I ran up to her and grabbed her. She didn't let go. She just hugged me back and crashed down onto the floor taking me with her. I sat there in the hall with her in my arms when she beagn crying her eyes out. I felt terrible.

"Baby, don't cry. Please. I'm sorry for saying that."

"It's not what you said that's bad. What's bad is that I think.... I might feel the same way."

Woah, what? I pulled her out of my arms and made her look at me. I slipped a strand of hair behind her ear and our faces were inches apart. She was just about to kiss me and the bad thing is that I was going to let her. I jumped up and leand against a wall.

"This can't happen Brenda."

"I know. Can you come into my room?"


"Not in that way. I wrote a song that I maybe want to sing on the X Factor.

"Ok. I wrote a song too."

"You did? Let's hear it!"

"You first."

She took me into her room and shut the door. I didn't want to sing my song first because it was clearly showing my feelings for her. I needed to hear hers first.

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