The Summer of Harry.

16-year old Abigail DeVine never expected to get this far. Trying out for the X-Factor U.S. Season 2, was the best thing that ever happened to her. Now at Judge Simon Cowell's house in London, England with 6 other teens she finds out who her personal mentor is going to be. Is it going to be a summer or nerves and singing..romance and passion..or partying and crazy antics? Read and find out. <3


3. Sing to me.

   "Now you and your mentors can spend the rest of the day getting to know each other." Simon chuckled at all of our excitement. We nodded and the rest of us filed out of the game room, into the spacious house. I walked shakily downstairs to the back porch, with Harry glued to my side. I slid open the sliding glass door and stepped outside, he closed the door behind us and we sat down on the outdoor couch. 

   "So...Abi.." Harry begins awkwardly. "I've seen video's of you're amazing.." He admits smiling. 

   "Wow..thank you. You honestly have no idea how much that means to me," I tell him smiling, my voice cracked and he chuckled lightly. 

   "Why are you so nervous love?" He asks me.

  "Well your kind of famous. And in my all time favorite band." I laugh nervously.

  "Really? You're a fan?" He grins.

  "Yes!" I say, a little to loudly; he laughs and looks at the ground.

  "So, I understand it that your a country singer?" He finally says to me after moments of silence.

  "Yeah," I giggle a little bit, "Thats kind of how you end up when you are born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee." His eyes grow bigger.

  "Nashville? Thats really cool!" He states in his perfect british accent. I blush and nod.

  I didn't really understand when I aspire to be a famous country singer, my mentor is one of the most famous boy band- pop singers in the entire world. Why had I been paired with him?

   "I suppose," I say. 

   "Will you sing to me?" He asks smiling. 

   "Umm..well I guess I will have to sing for you at one point, so yeah." I blush, my heart beating loudly and sweating. My nerves were practically radiating off of my body. Harry reaches over and places a hand on my knee.

   "Please, don't be nervous around me." He tells me and smirks. My eyes look up at his face, down to his hand on my knee, back up to his face, then down to his hand again. 

   "Okay." I say. 

   "Okay what are you going to sing?" He smirks.

  I blush. "Um, Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood." He smiles and gestures for me to continue.



Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad, another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
'Cause a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home..


   "Wow..." Harry breathes. He stands up, and walks inside the house. 

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