Resisting Their Charm

An X-Factor contestant at the judges house, Olivia Jones is living her dreams. But when she walks into the kitchen of the Irish home she is staying in she can hardly believe her eyes. She has just met One Direction, her guest mentors and also the big boy band in the world.

Can Olivia resist the charms of the hottest boy band in the world right now or will she abandon practice in order to join in with their crazy antics. She has to chose between love and her dream. Remembering that what happens in the house, stays in the house.

An X-Factor and One Direction fan fic for the M-Factor competition.


3. Midnight Meeting

Olivia's P.O.V.

It was just past eleven when I finally decided to sleep. I put my guitar on its stand and then got changed into my pajamas- light purple shorts with hot pink and purple musical notes and a plain purple vest top. My favourite colour is purple, closely followed by blue and pink.

Next, I went into the bathroom to remove my make-up and brush my teeth. I don't tend to wear much make-up. I only use clear mascara because I have my lashes tinted and then I curl them, it is just so much easier. Then I just use a little bit of concealer on my spots and apply a lip tint in natural colour of red- my lips are already naturally red so it doesn't make a huge difference but I like to apply it anyway. I don't bother with foundation as I don't want to look orange and I already blush enough to a point that blusher just isn't necessary! I sometimes put a little bit of eye shadow on but rarely. 

Finally, I brushed my hair and pulled it into a side plait and then switched off the light.

I lay in bed for half an hour, wide awake in anticipation. I couldn't sleep. I was a mixture of nervous and excited. I wanted to get up and play my guitar but then I may wake up the people around me. 

I look at the alarm clock to my left, '00:05', reads the red writing. I sigh, how was it that this morning all I wanted to do was sleep but now I feel awake and alert? My tummy grumbles and I sigh even louder- silently cursing my fast-metabolism! Now I was never going to sleep, not being tired was one thing but being hungry as well as this was just going to make it impossible to rest!

I sit up, knowing that at this rate I would just lie awake all night, so I decide to turn all that wasted time into something productive. I swing my legs to the right and slip my feet into my fluffy, stripy, purple and blue slippers and pull on my short, matching dressing gown but I don't bother doing it up. Next I grab my guitar and tip-toe out of the door. 

I am determined not to get lost this time... because if I do there will be no one around to help me find my way. I need to navigate my way to the kitchen because I want a mid-night snack and then I will go outside to practise because then there is no one to disturb.

Although it is dark, I feel safe in the somewhat familiar surroundings. I clutch my guitar and tip-toe down the hall. I hear snoring coming from behind of a few of the doors which confirms my thoughts that everyone would be fast asleep. I arrive at the stairs and travel down them, wincing at every creak. Finally, after two flights of stairs I find myself in the huge entrance hall. 

Closing my eyes I think back to earlier yesterday, trying to remember the route to the kitchen. Problem is, I barely remember it. I decide to guess my way there. I only remember that once in the entrance hall I have to go through the second door on the right, so I go through that and then guess my way all the way to the last door, that separates the kitchen from a hallway. It took me awhile and I had to go back on myself a few times but I got there... eventually.

I open the door to reveal the dark kitchen and I step in. As I walk up to the fridge I hear something, startled I turn round to see a figure sat at the breakfast bar.

"'Ello Love!" A familiar voice exclaims in a weak Irish accent. I squint at the boy sat at the table, trying to place his voice, and then it hits me.

I can't believe my ears, so I flick on the spotlights that linger above the table and to my surprise, this time my ears haven't deceived me. I find my self face to face with the one and only... Niall Horan.

Niall's P.O.V.

I look up as I hear someone walk in. Her face illuminated from a lamp in the hall, I see a gorgeous girl of about 5ft 5in's tall. She walks in the direction of the fridge, clearly not noticing me. So I softly 'play the drums' on the table, hoping to gain her attention. It worked like a charm, she spun round her hair flicking in her plait.

"'Ello Love!" I say, resisting the urge to tell her how gorgeous she is. She squints at me and finally realisation hits her as she turns on the lights.

Her brunette locks are in a side plait with her side-fringe framing her face and her green eyes shine and sparkled like stars. She was an image of pure perfection but I could see she was shy as she turned to look at the ground.

"Are you a contestant?" I ask her, knowing that if I wanted a conversation with her I would have to be the one to start it.

"Y-yes," She stutters, but she smiles as she looks up and straight into my eyes, "I'm sorry... I am kind of a fan!" She laughs a beautiful laugh and I laugh along with her knowing in the back of my mind that we are laughing at nothing!

"Really? I can't tell!" I joked, she smiled with me and then I saw the guitar in her hand, "You play?"

She looked confused for a second but then she followed my eyes and she nodded, "Yes! I love my guitar! It has to be my favourite possession!"

"It seems we already have something in common! Mine is too!" I say as I point to the guitar that it leaning up against the wall, "Closely followed by my iPod!"

She smiles again, "Of course!" She exclaims with a giggle, not aware that she is making me slowly melt inside. 

I can't help but smile back but then I realise something, we are both in Louis Walsh's kitchen... at mid-night! "So... what brings you to the kitchen?"

Again she laughs that mesmerising laugh of hers, "To eat!" She replies, as if it is the most obvious thing ever, then again it kind of is.

"Ditto!" I say, "I wanted a mid-night snack!

We both eyed each others guitars and then asked simultaneously, "Why the guitar?"

We both smile and I look at her, signaling for her to answer first, "I wanted to find a nice place to practise, I can't sleep and I haven't been able to practise much since I got here. You?"

"I couldn't sleep, I find my guitar soothing, but I didn't want to wake anybody up." I answered and she smiled a knowing smile.

For a few minutes we sat in silence, laughing every so often as she tried to steal my food. I pretended to try and stop her but I let her get it. 

"You said you wanted a nice place to practise?" I ask and she nods, interested. I stand up and grab my guitar, "Well follow me!" I offer her my hand and she takes it, a small smile slowly creeping onto her face. I can't help but blush!

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