Second Chance

Emelia Richardson is on the X Factor. She wasn't meant to make it; she was the extra extra person, added to the girls competition. Emelia is just trying to survive and prove her place on the X Factor.

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6. Chapter 6

I woke up early in the morning. I yawned and I looked over at Carolynne; her mouth was slightly opened, her head lolled over to the side. She looked so young and innocent. I sighed; I was still super stressed about tonight. I kicked off the covers and went over to the window. The soft rays of the sun were streaking in through the window giving the room a dreamy look in its pale splendor. The perfect weather for a run.

I slipped outside, no problem, probably without waking anybody either. I was in a pair of my brother's old basketball shorts, a huge T-shirt, a beat up pair of trainers and a pair of aviator sunglasses that my brother gave me, telling me "Remember where you came from." The paparazzi would never recognize me. I scraped my hair into a ponytail, slapped on a cap on my hair and went on my way.

I ran through the city, closing my eyes at some points, to help clear my mind. I ran through the park and saw a little girl trying to reach her stuffed animal that probably a mean older child took from her and stuck in a place above her reach. I jogged to her and plucked the animal up, giving the girl a huge smile as I handed her the toy.

"Thank you, miss," the child said, excitedly. She was so adorable. I waved to her as she ran away.

"Saint Emelia." I jumped at the familiar voice. I turned around; who would have recignized me with my disguise? Josh was looking down at me, grinning.

"Jesus Christ," I breathed. I put a hand to my heart. "You frightened me!"

"Scared wasn't enough?" Josh joked, poking a rib as he fell into step with me. I blushed and stepped away from him. "What is it?" he asked, worried.

"It's just," I sighed. "I'm trying not to let the paparazzi recognize me, and you seem to be an item of interest to the paps," I poked his forearm. "Are you okay with being seen with a totally unappealing fan on the roads?"

"As long as that supposedly unappealing fan is you," Josh gave me an adorable grin, "I think I can deal." I grinned shyly at him.

"Well, I don't want pictures of you and mystery girl floating 'round the world wide web," I said, taking another step away, "so I'll go continue my run, and I'll see you at the hotel." Josh grabbed my arm.

"Stay," he urged me. "There's going to be pictures anyways." I looked into his eyes; he looked sincere.  When I looked down at his arm, he slowly released it.

"What are you doing up this early anyroad?" I asked. His eyes crinkled.

"I needed to clear my head," He said, looking up at the sky. "And what clears a head faster than a clear sky?" He grinned back down at me, making me lose my breathe.

"I've got to go," I said, dashing away before he could change my mind.

I ran probably another mile and a half before I ran into another obstacle. I literally ran into Liam Payne.

"I'm so terribly sorry!" I said; I wanted to touch him, but I was afraid to.

"Don't be," Liam laughed. "I ran into you too." I giggled at that."What are you doing out here?" he asked, curiously.

"Well, I'm obviously taking a jog," I said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"There's treadmills inside," Liam countered.

"I could say the same to you." Liam grinned at my wit. I blushed in the intensity of his stare. "I better be on my way. Wouldn't want the papazazzi to see you with a lowly looking me."

"And why not?" he asked, his lips twitched into a smirk.

"Well, you're The Liam Payne," I said, emphasizing his name. "And right now, I'm just mystery girl, just like at Nandoes, but now I look even worse, frumped out like I am."

"Maybe I don't mind who I'm seen with," Liam said, breezily. I blushed.

"I'm going to be on my way," I said, assertively. "I need to finish my run, and you've got to finish yours. I'll see you at the hotel." Then I ran away before he could change my mind.

By the time I got back to the hotel, I'd gotten lost, so I probably ran a good ten miles around London.

"Oh, you're back," Carolynne greeted me. "When Josh and Liam told me you were out, I started to worry after a while."

"I'm fine," I said. But it didn't feel like it. It felt like my horomones were on overdrive just by my encounters with the boys during my run. It felt like I'd drained a Monster in less than fifteen seconds and finished it off with a spoonfull of sugar to help it go down.

"Ok, well go ready," Carolynne said. "You've missed breakfast, but lunch is soon. We're planning on going to the studio right after lunch so that we can have dinner together after the show." My stomach dropped. The results show was tonight. Anyone could be out at this phase: no one is safe. And of course, everyone is ten times more amazing than I'll ever be. "You okay, peach?" Carolynne said, touching my face. "Go take a warm shower, you'll look a tad bit pale." I nodded and left her, hoping I wouldn't have to encounter anyone else on my way to my room. Of course, I had no such luck.

"Hello there Emelia," Jahmene said, with a little giggle. I forced a smile at him, but since I was feeling sick to my stomach, it probably looked like a grimace of pain.

"Emelia! My little Starfish!" Rylan announced, throwing his arms around me. I let him hug me before I pushed away, but he held on tight. "Star? What's the matter?" he asked, his deathgrip still around me.

"Rylan,let go!" I said, a bit loud. Then I tore out of his arms. Rylan made a small strangled noise of surprise, and I noticed the hurt expression on his face. I looked around and saw that everyone was staring. I covered my face and ran all the way to my room.

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