The Journey Of Love *Harry Styles Love*

Axle Winters has never been willing to love someone. Never willing to trust someone with her heart. But when she runs into a boy with sharp green eyes and curly brown hair, she forgets it all, and falls into the dream of Love.

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17. Boot Camp Ends

 

*3 Weeks Later*

-Harry’s POV-

My heart is racing as fast as the speed of light. Sweat contaminates the smooth skin of my hands as I run them through my curly hair. After three weeks of hard competition, though it wasn’t over yet, it was decision time for the judges. They had seen us dance, sing songs, and other things and now it was time to see the strongest go through to Judge’s Houses.

It is a fifty-fifty shot that I go through. And I am praying like hell the whole time I stand out here, watching the first group get together on the stage, in front of the Judges.

Mum, Will, Haydn, Nick, Gemma, and Axle had called beforehand wishing me luck, but I was doubtful. Maybe, at first I thought I could breeze through this or something like that, but Boot Camp had been something entirely different for me.

As I watch contests fall to their knees in happiness, being told the news everyone prayed to be told. You’re through.

But then it came to the last of those to be chosen and when that person is announced, faces fall and tears spring to the other contestants’ eyes, once they realize the road has ended for them. I wish I wasn’t going to end up like them, I don’t think I could handle being sent home, after working so hard.

“Boys, its time, please head to your left and get in a straight line on stage!” A backstage assistant calls out, ushering us towards the stage.

I follow in line towards the stage, my heart racing, my vision blurring in and out. This is live, Gem and Mum are watching. My band mates are watching. My childhood best friend is watching. I couldn’t let them down.

No one I really knew, not surprisingly, was in the competition so I stood alone with no comfort on the stage. I stood there, nervously, glancing at each judge knowing their faces would give no hint of whom they had selected to go through.

But their faces would, when it came time, show emotion once the last person is put through leaving behind those who hadn’t made it. I could not, be one of those people left behind. I needed to make it through for my family.

And then judges spoke, telling us how this work, and how hard it had been for them to select the people they had selected.

I am barely paying attention to them, struggling to remain calm and cool.

And then the names began to get called.

I wait.

A person makes it.

I wait.

Another person.

I wait.

Another.

I wait.

Another.

I wait.

Another.

I wait.

Another.

I wait.

More go.

I wait.

Last person is called.

I die inside. I failed. 

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