George, Ella and Me- X Factor Comp!

Dawn has lived next to George for as long as she can remember. She was there for him when he didn't get through to judges houses on X Factor, so when George gets the call to join boy-band Union J, Dawn is ecstatic. Now George is on the live shows, and another contestant seems to have taken a shine to him. Will Dawn and George be the couple she's always wanted to be? Or will fame, paparazzi and Ella Henderson get in the way?

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5. I Can Be Your Hero, Baby

"The act with the least amount of votes, and The act that is going home is..."
The tension was at it's zenith backstage. All the contestants were holding hands, thankfully George was squeezed in beside his fellow bandmates Josh and Jayme, and Ella was on the outside with Jade Ellis. I don't think I could have taken another painful view of their new found closeness. 
"Melanie Masson"
Oh bother. To be honest, I really didn't care whether Melanie or other band District 3 went home, they were all just names and faces to me. 
Everyone dispersed to go to their dressing rooms, and I caught George's eye across the room. We were walking to the X Factor hotel together after this, I was staying there while I had this internship.
For a minute I thought he was going to ignore me, but eventually he came over.
"Dawn, I'm going out with the boys to celebrate, you'll be okay walking on your own?"
"Its nearly midnight after I get my stuff together, George"
He smirked.
"What do you think is going to happen, you might bump into Batman as he chases the Joker?" He cracked up at his own joke. I laughed. He was right, as always.
"You ready, George?"
Ella had her hand on his shoulder and was smiling up at him.
"The boys?" I asked, eyebrows raised.
"Come on, lighten up, Dawn! We're not married!"
He and Ella laughed, and I smiled. He was right, as usual. 
So I bid goodbye to them, and I went to my locker in the staff area. I reached inside and felt the leathery touch of my River Island shoulder bag. I felt around for my phone, but all that was there was some papers and folders. Crap. I'd left my phone at the hotel. Never mind, the distance from here to the hotel was short. Why was it so dark? I glanced up at the clock. It read 12:34. It was late, I'd better get going.
The air was cold and crisp on the October night, and I was thanking God I had brought my blue duffle coat. I stuck my frostbitten hands into the pockets and started walking. There was a few cars passing by, and I could make out the shape of two other contestants up ahead. I wasn't alone anyway.
I was coming near my destination when I heard a cold laugh. Actually not a cold one, a drunk one.
"Where you going, pretty lady?"
I whirled around to see four big men leering at me from an alleyway I had just passed. The stench of alcohol wafted through the air, the strong smell making my nose twitch and my throat close up. These men weren't stable, and I was outnumbered by a lot.
"Come a little closer, pretty lady"
All his friends jeered, which seemed to encourage him more.
"Want to come home with me, honey?"
"Eff off" But of course we all know I wasn't as diplomatic as that, and what I really said isn't very nice to put down in words.
"Ooh, she's got a temper this one!"
"I mean it, don't touch me!"
Again, they all jeered. They were all pressing in around me now. I was shaking with fright.
"Baby, we only want a bit of fun"
A felt a hand place on my hip, and also felt something snap inside me. 
"Don't call her baby" a voice came from behind me.
"Oh yeah, and why not?"
I grabbed the hand on my side and twisted it back in one sharp movement. I heard a screech of pain. One was coming for me, but he was slight and small, and with one blow to the jaw he was knocked out. The other two were bigger than me, and stronger than me, but I was quicker. I ran around to the back of the rubbish bins in the alleyway, and jumped up on them. The two chased after me. Whoever had told them to back off earlier was now holding what looked like a crowbar he found on the ground, but in the dark it was hard to tell. He came up behind one of them and whacked him across the back of the head. The big oaf fell to the ground with a thud. The other one was angry now, and turned away from me and went for my savior. I didn't know what to do. Think, Dawn, think. The man had the crowbar now, and the poor guy who helped me was standing with no weapon, helpless. What would Harry Potter do? It was just like me that something so stupid and useless cropped up in my mind when I really need something genius. Normally this question me and George used to ask ourselves when we were young didn't help one bit, how would Harry Potter butter his toast? How would Harry Potter climb that tree? But in a sudden flash of inspiration, I thanked God for Harry Potter's moments of brilliance. What I was about to do was stupid, and reckless, but it seemed like the only option.
I flung myself onto the bad guy's back, and started smacking his head with my hand. 
"Get off!" He yelled, swinging around madly. He dropped the crowbar in his haste to get me off, and the guy who helped me rushed over, grabbed it and said "On three". One, two... I leaped off the creep and the guy swung the crowbar across his head. He fell onto the dirty, street with such weight the ground shook. I was shaking from the panic, and it took all my might not to collapse on the ground right there. 
"Are you okay?" the mysterious hero asked. My mind was so fuzzy, my head so dizzy, I couldn't hear the person properly. I just nodded.
"Come on, let's get you back to the hotel"
I don't remember much, just the person carrying me to my room, and closing the door after him. When I woke up, a note was left on my lampshade. 'Nice Ninja Skills, sorry I took some of your soaps, I don't have them in my room' The handwriting was ragged and scribbly, like the person rushed it. It could have been my own handwriting for all the differences between it and so many others. I realised, two things last night. One, I needed to find and thank the person who helped me last night, and it looked like they were a contestant on the show, due to the fact they were staying at this hotel. Two, and the most shocking one, I realised something I hadn't really questioned in a long time. That my childhood and best friend, George Shelley, was in fact, for once, wrong.
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