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...


33. Changing the Past; Chapter 33; Sparks Fly

Grace's POV

"It was Sarah. She just found out that she's got blood poisoning," I say, my eyes filling with tears. No, Grace. Don't cry. I shouldn't be the one to comfort when I do break down. It should be Sarah. She's the one who has the life-threatening disease. Harry opens his arms and wraps them around me, whispering,
"When did she find out?" I answer, 
"Just now, you dipstick, she called me as soon as she found out." Harry is about half a head taller than me so, he leans his chin on top off my head, his own head at a slant. 
"Do you want to go see her?" He asks. 
"I want to but she told me that it isn't safe it go near her in case she spreads her MRSA infection," I say, nuzzling my head into his shoulder. I can see a few of his tattoos on his shoulder and pull a face. I've never really liked tattoos. I like the ones which are phrases and have meanings which is the reason why I've got one which says 'Dream as if you'll live forever and live as if you'll die today'. Then I have another one on my hip that says 'I am enough the way I am'. Quotes are beautiful and I know that I will always live those quotes on me until the day I die. Hopefully anyway, because I really don't think that laser surgery is very pleasant. Harry pulls away from me and holds me arms length away from him. He looks me right in the eye and says, 
"Tomorrow is the finals of the competition, babe. Are you ready for them?" 
"Um... Yeah. I think so. Why?" 
"I just found out what the prize is at the end and I really want you to win. There's some other girls who are in the final who I have spoke to and all they've done is flirt with me. They're real bitches too especially one who was really clingy..." Harry says and I can't help but blank out from what he's saying. I bet it's Cara who was clingy. Trust her. But then again, there is another blonde who always wears short, tiny skirts and skimpy bandeaus. It's not even hot in England, she just wants to show of her perfect figure. Basically someone who is so like Cara, yet she looks totally different. The features on her face are just as perfect as Cara's but she's got grey eyes instead of blue. She has a different nose shape but the same slutty style. I find it alright if you wear tiny dresses and skirts to a club and stuff but not really every day. They've got to be bloody stupid to do that. 
"... Are you actually listening to me Grace?" Harry says as I realise that he was talking that whole time I was rambling on in my head to my self. 
"... Not really, no. Did you say anything important?" I say quietly, hoping that it was nothing to do with anything. Which is stupid hoping for anyway since it's not going to be true. Harry sighs and and brushes past me, walking out my room. I turn and follow him. 
"Are you leaving?" I say, trying to pull the cutest face I can. He laughs and says,
"You need time to practise, babe. I can't be there for that." 
"Why not?" I whine. 
"Because I want you to surprise me when you perform tomorrow," Harry says, pulling his coat on. 
"I don't want you to go. Please stay," I plead but Harry laughs again. 
"I can't. I'm sorry. I want to enjoy watching you on the stage as much as you will enjoy performing. I won't get that thrill that I have had before when you sing if I watch you practise." He holds my face in his hands and kisses my cheek softly. One of his hands on my cheek were tucking a price of hair behind my ear like they do in films as he leans in again to kiss me on the lips. It only lasts about five seconds and I hardly got time to do anything so my hands were by my side (I was like a lemon ONCE AGAIN). Harry pulls away and says, 
"Bye babe. I'll see you tomorrow." I walk to the door and open it up to let him out. As soon as one camera flashes, he calls behind him, 
"I love you, babe." I manage to call out, 
"I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." And I shut the door.

The next day...

I wake up and for the first minute, I wonder why I can't hear Sarah walking around the kitchen and then remember that she's in hospital. I find it weird getting ready without knowing that she's by my side (not literally). I try to dress casually as I did before when I was going to perform but I get so nervous that I end up over-dressing myself. I don't know how, I guess I'm going a but mental. Hopefully not. In my state, I decide that it would be good to calm down and relax so I sit as watch MazziMazz Story time on YouTube and it puts me in a good mood when I walk out the door. I start my car and drive to the O2 Arena. I park my car the closest to the entrance as possible and, as soon as I sit down in the waiting room, I call Sarah. 
"Hey, Grace," she answers after three rings. 
"I'm in the O2 and I have around 20 minutes until I get onto that stage. I just found out that I'm first," I say, feeling the palm of my hand holding the phone start to sweat. 
"Really? Well I suppose it's so that what happened the other day won't happen again," she says. My phone starts to slip out my hand but I catch it at the last second. 
"Hmm yeah. So what are the nurses going to do to make you better?" Sarah hesitates and then says,
"Um, they're going to give me an operation where they... I can't really explain that well. It's too complicated." 
"No, Sarah. Tell me. I have ages and I'm not busy." 
"Sorry Sarah, I need to go now. I'll talk to you after the finals. Bye," I interrupt and hang up. Cara had just walked into the room, swaying her hips side to side as she fiddles with her bag hanging from her shoulder. I'm guessing that it's designer, judging from her spoilt snobbiness. She takes one look at me, sighs loudly and says, 
"Wishing you looked as good as me, Grace? Well, want away because it will never happen." I raise my eyebrows at her as I say, 
"What?" I can't really think of anything witty to say because I am one of those people who get into arguments, say stupid stuff and then, when I get home, I think of something great I could have said. And that annoys me a lot, actually. Cara smirks and says, 
"Lost your tongue? I have that effect on everyone." I wish I could just go up to her and slap her perfect features off her face but I would get disqualified from the competition for that. So I just sit there, going completely red because everyone else in the room probably thinks that I'm a lesbian now. Just what I need.

20 minutes later...

I can hear the show starting and some women presenting it. After the introduction, she calls my name out. I stand up and out of my seat, tumbling over my own feet. Stepping through the curtain, I feel a blinding light hit my face and rows and rows of people staring at the stage. The odd flash goes off in the crowd as the music starts playing. I can get the drums kick in as I pull my confidence together and open my mouth to sing.

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
That should send me runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of!"

 I strut around the stage as if I know what I'm doing when I actually have no idea how good or bad I look on camera right now. But I carry on because this is my final chance and I need to show the people who vote that I can do this. I can live my dream.

"Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile!"

 I occasionally glance at Harry but I put most of my attention on the screaming crowd. Maybe I could try the flicky hair thingy that Taylor Swift does. It looks so cool on her, I would love to pull it off as good as she does.

"My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something,
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile!" 

I put on all my full attention onto Harry for this next bit and start to shake my hair around.

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show." 
Right, if I want to pull off the hair flicky thing, I will. I'll just try and find the courage in the next part of the song.

"Drop everything now,
Meet me in the pouring rain,
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile!"

OH CRAPPITY CRAP CRAP. I just did that hair flick thingy and, whilst I was pulling my hair back up, it got caught on part of the microphone. I can't seem to get it unstuck so I probably look like a retarded strawberry right now because my face has gone bright pinky-red. And my fucking hair WON'T COME LOOSE!

"And the sparks fly...
Oh, baby, smile...
And the sparks fly..."

I sing that last bit with my hair still caught on the microphone. Once the song ends, I hear the crowd clap and cheer and I can't help but feel very self-conscious but pleased at the same time. The presenter women comes over to me and pats me on the back. 
"Looks like you got your hair caught there, doesn't it?" She says, really patronisingly. I want her to shut up and get off the stage. As selfish as it sounds but it's my moment and I feel like she's taking it away from me. "Why don't we get your boyfriend, Harry, up here?" Why don't we NOT. She chants the crowd on and they chant back, 
"HARRY ON THE STAGE! HARRY ON THE STAGE!" Over and over again until Harry gets up and they cheer. He walks over to me and hugs me. 
"Um, Harry? You're kind of pulling my hair," I say, not realising that I am speaking into the microphone and it's echoing around the arena. Could this get any worse? Harry laughs and says, 
"Sorry babe. Let me help." He pulls away and fiddles around with my hair for twenty seconds or so and it finally becomes free. He then looks me in the eyes as I place the microphone onto the floor to stop the crowd from hearing what Harry's about the say. 
"You really did stun me tonight, Grace. You can dress up so casually and yet look sexy at the same time. And your singing... Wow it was fantastic. I really think that you're going to win," he says and I jump on him to give him a massive hug whilst nuzzling my nose into his neck. They must have a camera on us or something because I can hear the crowd cheering as if Harry proposed to me or something. I pull away from Harry and smile at him. He grins back and kisses me on the cheek. He walks away, taking his seat with a smug smile on his face. Before the blonde lady led me away, I couldn't help but notice Niall's face. He was sad. And, from a distance, looked like he was about to cry. Maybe something has happened to his family. Or maybe he missed his old days back in the Xfactor. Or is it that he saw me and Harry kissing? How could I be so self-centred, he moved on ages ago...

A/N - I've updated this on Sunday (7/07/13) because I went to France on Friday and didn't get back until late. I normally write over two days so I wrote this chapter over Saturday and Sunday. There will be one or two more chapters left of this story and then there will be a sequel. I'm not too sure when but it should be before next year. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Bye, love you all <3 <3 :D



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