Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


29. Changing the Past; Chapter 29; The Loos Is A Dangerous Place To Be

Beep, beep, beep! I pull out my phone from inside the pillow covers and click snooze on my morning alarm. I'll only be five minutes. I don't even know what I'm getting up for so it's no big deal, is it? No rush, no rush. 

15 minutes later...

Third time I've pressed snooze now and I really should get up. I pull myself out of bed and put on my dressing gown and slippers. Then I open up my door to see Sarah, already awake and eating breakfast. My eyes flicker to the clock above the fridge and see that it says 8:34. Why am I up so early? 
"Are you ready for today?" Sarah asks, smiling. I grab a chair and sit on it. 
"Er... Yeah. Totally," I say and try to remember what I am doing today. Not work. I'm not seeing Harry. I'm not seeing One Direction at all. I think. Where am I supposed to be today...?
"Have you picked your song? Wait, stupid question, it's today isn't it? Haha, I'm so dumb," Sarah says and her eyes fall back to the news paper in front of her. Oh no... It's the final for the singing competition. Funny how I'd forgotten about it when it was how I met Harry. Or Harry met me, more like. I already knew everything about him. Focus, Grace, focus. You have no song prepared, no outfit prepared and no stage moves prepared. So basically, nothing. 
I quickly get out of my chair and run to the bathroom. I have a quick shower to sort out my hair from last night (the curls had bounced really weirdly in my sleep and gone crazy). Then, I get dressed into black leggings and a orange jumper and pull my hair up into a pony tail on the top of my head. Turning my MacBook on and plugging in my iPhone into it's charger, I sit down at my desk and think of all the songs I could sing. I could do a One Direction song but, then again, to perform it in front of them I would have to change it so that nobody would be able to recognise it. And to make it sound good would take at least 4 days of full on practise. I think of different artists which perform good love songs and immediately think of Taylor Swift. She's known for writing about her ex boyfriends but that's not all she does. About half of her songs are about love too. I name all of my favourite songs by her and rule them out until I'm left with one. 

2 hours later...

I run out my room with my hair dry and running straight down my shoulders. I'm wearing different clothes which is a pair of green high-waisted shorts, tights and a blouse. I just decided on normal stuff today. If I really want to impress the judges, then I won't do it with my body. I'll do it with my voice, if it is that good. 
"Hey Sarah, when does it start?" I ask Sarah as I hear up some beans. I can be a pig at lunch time and today, I'm eating two cans of  baked beans and four slices of toast. Yum.
"In about half an hour. I hope your ready because we've got to be there in twenty minutes," Sarah says, tying her laces up on her vans. 
"Bloody hell." I say and stuff down my lunch. Grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl, I tie my own converses up, grab my leather jacket and walk out the door. Funny to think that the last time I walked out this door was only yesterday and I was so scared I could have actually had diarrhoea. But I didn't. I'm not like that. 

Me and Sarah arrive at the 02 with 5 minutes to spare. There's even more people there than before and I feel my insides twist. This time, the arena will be full. It will be broadcasted live on TV across the UK. At least 100,000 people will be watching me and 4 other contestants sing on the telly screen. I may just shit myself. 

"Ok, ok. Calm down, Grace. You've done this before, you know how the crowd will react to everything you do. You've had more than a week to practise-"
"Actually, Sarah, I only just chose my song today. I had two hours to practise it," I say, gripping my micro-phone in my hand. It's turned off like everyone else's in the room but in about fifteen minutes, it will be alive and running, waiting to take in my voice and echo it out into the crowd. 
"Grace, you idiot. Why on earth did you do that? You could fuck up or something-" 
"No, Sarah. It's fine. I'm going to be fine on the stage. Two hours is enough for me..." I drift off and look around the room. There is the three other contestants in the room with people surrounding them but I can't find the fourth. Where are they? Suddenly, I stiffen up in my seat when I hear a voice speak. 
"...was the reason why you didn't make it in, Amelia. You aren't as good as me. I can tell that Harry has a soft spot for me, he just doesn't want to show it. He doesn't want to break Grace's heart. That's how sweet he is. And caring," I hear her sigh as she struts into the room. She stops straight in the middle of it as she takes a glance at me. 
"YOU got into the final?" She spits. She looks me up and down, taking in how I look as if I just came out the bin. 
"I could say the same about you," I say and stand up. I walk out the room and into the toilets. How. Could. Cara. Get. To. The. Final? She's just one step away from the prize. Nobody knows what it is yet but the three people that win get the same equal prize. And Cara is, unfortunately, an amazing singer. Such a beautiful voice wasted on a horrible bitch. I hope she realised who I was singing about when I sung Bubblegum Bitch. Suddenly, I see the door to the loos burst open. I can't figure out who it is and they grab me by my shoulders and shove me against the wall. 
"You bitch. You absolute bitch. You don't deserve Harry," They say and throw my head against the wall. I feel a throbbing pain in the back of my head as the room tilts slightly. 
"Go die in a whole, you fucking slut." The word bounces around my head as they bang my head against the wall again, shove my hand up the hand dryer and throw me to the floor. I try to move but pain overwhelms me and I'm stuck. My arm is keeping me from hitting the floor since it's still stuck in the hand dryer until I hear a crack and my head hits the floor. The room is spinning now and I can feel pain all over my body. 
"You cunt," the person mutters and stamps on my face. I hear another crack and realise that my nose is broken. I can't move. They walk out the door as I wriggle about. Three minute later and the room is starting to slow but the pain is worse. I struggle to my knees and shout, 
"SARAH! SARAH!" I find it funny how no one has been in here since what just happened but focus more on trying to free my arm from the dryer. Eventually, I do but pull it out to reveal my skin in shreds, arm practically falling apart with blood pouring from every part of my arm. The last thing I can remember is staring at my hand, realising that I only have three fingers. 


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