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.


9. Good Luck



I look out of the car, staring at the thousands of people who are gathering outside of the building, where the X Factor auditions will be held…and taped live. I glance back at Harry, whose hands are twitching nervously. Without thought, I reach over, and lay a hand on his shoulder.

He looks at me, a little surprised.

“Good luck, Styles,” I whisper, smiling. “We got your back.”

He nods and we all get out, heading into the already lengthy line. I keep my distance from Will, putting myself between Harry and Anne, his mum. But just as we get into line, I’m shoved from the front, and I stumble backwards.

Of course, someone catches me.

Of course, it’s that one person I don’t want it to be.

“Thanks,” I mutter, pushing myself off of Will.

He nods, his eyes cold and closed off. I shrug my shoulders and catch up to Harry, the line move quite faster now.

“Do you think they’ll hate me?” He suddenly asks, once I reach him.

I look at him, perplexed. “Who, the judges? No, never.”

He shakes his head, “No, Will, Hayden, and Nick. Because if I do get in, then the band is over.”

I look at him closely, taking a step towards him. He backs away, startled by my reaction. I wave a finger in front of his face.

“If they do, then what kind of friends would they be? Styles, you guys are a band, you guys understand each other, I’m positive they would never.” I smile encouragingly, which is odd for me, because I am hardly ever happy…or positive for that matter.

He sighs and looks up at the sky, “If ya say so.”

I look back at his mates, watching them with curious eyes. Will avoids looking at me, even though he knows I know that he wants to look, but the other lads meet my gaze. I slip back, and pull Hayden and Nick to the side while keeping the line moving.

“Is everything alright, Axle?” Hayden asks, brushing aside his hair.

I bite my lip, “Harry is worried you guys will get mad if he gets through.”

Hayden and Nick’s eyes widen in surprise, “What? That’s complete rubbish.”

I shrug my shoulders, “Go tell Styles that, or else he is going to choke on his audition.”

They both nod and walk up to Harry, and I smile once they start conversing, crossing my arms over my chest in happiness.

“What? Did you win the lottery there, Axle?” Will’s tired voice whispers into my ear.

I don’t look at him, “What does it matter to you?”

“He’s my mate, Axle.”

I glance at Will, his eyes watching Styles in sorrow, “He will still be the same Styles if he goes through.”

“I know.”

“So why are you so worried, Will?”

“Because he won’t be living the same life style,” Will replies.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, Axle, don’t be simpleminded. He’s going to be a star, you know that, and the star life is something compared to the average life.” Will snaps, his voice low.

I glare at him, “How do you know? How do you know he will get through? There is much of a chance he will and that he won’t.”

“Did you not hear his voice? It’s stellar, the judges will love him. He will get all the three of them to say ‘yes’ and then he will get through boot camp, and you know the rest, its history and we will only be hearing about him on the telly.” Will sighs.

I shake my head, “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Whatever, if it happens, I warned you.” Will says abruptly before stalking up to Harry, and throwing an arm around him.

I keep moving, shoving people off of me, but keep my distance between me and the rest of them.

Fine, I’ll be honest. Will is right, Harry will get through, and he will become a star. It’s not that I didn’t want that for him…but I just found him again. He had been my best friend and now I was just losing him all over…only this time, it was hurting me more.

Maybe I shouldn’t be here.

I should just go, he won’t notice.

I nod to myself and then duck under the lines, before sprinting out of there, leaving my best friend behind. I shove people aside, ducking under every single line, before I was out.

I stop once I’m out and glance back. I can no longer see Harry through the crowd; I can no longer see any of them.

Good luck, Styles, you’ll make it far.

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