Pitch, Please!

Wining sectionals was great and all, but wining regional's would be something. Delany and Harry couldn't be any more happier together, they had awesome times going on double dates with Niall and Demi or Zayn and Perrie. But after an ugly split up between one of the couples in Manchester Mixers causes one of them to leave and make their own a Capella group, what side will they all choose? Will Manchester Mixers even make it to regional's in one piece or will this new a capella club at school get the best of them? You'll have to find out in this sequel to Pitch Slapped!

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16. Admitting

The past two days we went around campus spreading the word, we hung posters and passed out flyers. Today we had auditions, they were held in the theater, the same time Cowell had rehearsal, but Cowell never told the dean he wanted the theater today so it was all ours.

"So, who's first?" I asked Perrie as we took a seat in the audience.

"Erica-" 

"Delany, what the hell?" Someone interrupted our conversation. Demi, Perrie, and I glanced at the door to see Harry walking in, flyer in his hand.

"Excuse me." I stood and walked over to Harry.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry asked. I grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. About ten girls were lined up out the door. I dragged him over tot he park, far enough to where they won't hear us.

"You need to leave." I let go of him.

"You trash me room, call me out in a song, and you start a new a capella club? God, just cause you broke up with me doesn't me you have to go all crazy." Harry said.

"I did not trash your room, I didn't call you out in a song, and I didn't start this new a capella group." I told him.

"Really? You sing a song about cheating and trashing a care, it's kind of obvious. Who the hell started the club then?" He told me.

"Fine, I did trash your room and Perrie." I admitted.

"Why would she start a new group?" He asked.

"That's none of your business." I told him.

"It is my business  All of the girls in Manchester Mixers left! They quit and some came to join your group! Cowell is pissed!" Harry shouted at me.

"That's not my problem." I smirked.

"You guys can't even get into nationals." Harry laughed.

"Try me. A team said they couldn't participate, so I called up and they said it would be genius to throw in a wild card, someone they haven't heard before. So I guess we'll just see who's they best." I laughed and headed back towards the theater.

"Sing off." Harry said.

"What?" I stopped in my tracks and turned around and he was still standing where I left him.

"Sing off, your group versus my group, tomorrow night, eight o'clock sharp, at the amphitheater." Harry smirked.

"And if we don't show?" I asked.

"We automatically win." He said.

"We'll be there." I told him.

"Prepare to get pitch slapped." He turned and started walking the other.

"Pitch, please!" I yelled at him. 

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