“Let’s go back to the bakery, Harry.” I suggest, as we try to figure out what to do today, since yesterday was just boring.
Harry sighs, “Sure…I have to quit, anyway.”
I sit up, off my bed, “Why?”
He sighs again, “I could make it into the competition…”
I narrow my eyes, “And if you don’t?”
Harry sarcastically smiles, “Thanks, Axle, thanks for the support.”
I yawn, lying back down on the bed. “Whatever you need, Styles.”
Then, suddenly Harry lets out a long sigh, falling to the floor. I sit up, off of my bed, and stare down at the Styles on the floor.
“Problem, sir?” I ask kindly, prodding him with my foot.
Harry nods, eyelids closed. “Yup, my audition is in two days…I’m freaking nervous.”
An idea hits me, “Sing for me. Sing the song you’re gonna sing for the judges.”
Harry opens his eyes, “What?”
I smile sadly, “I haven’t you heard sing, I can tell you if they’ll like you, you know.”
“I’ve only been doing it with my band, would you mind if I brought them over?” He asks.
My mind instantly thinks of Will.
“Yah, sure, ring ‘em up right now,” The words leave my mouth without thought.
Harry looks at me, suspicious, “Ok…”
I shrug my shoulders, slamming my face into the pillow, letting it blush madly without him seeing it.
“Yah, Will, hey man! Erm, I have a friend over and she wants me…no, she’s not my girlfriend, ANYWAYS, she wants to hear me sing but I want you guys here too.” Harry speaks into his cell. “Ok, see ya here soon.”
Fudge My Life.
I did not need to see Will again…
“Axle, what in the world are you doing?” Harry’s voice asks with concern.
I do not lift my face from my pillow, not caring that I was losing oxygen. Not caring that if I really died. I just didn’t want to see Will again.
“Jesus, Axle,” Harry snaps. “Are you trying to kill yourself? Stop it.”
He grabs my shoulders and jerks me up. I glare at him and try to bring my face to the pillow again.
“Axle, what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry pulls me back, taking a hold of my shoulders.
“Everything,” I mutter, forgetting the pillow.
“C’mon, we need to head to the warehouse.” Harry sighs, giving up with me right now.
My nose crinkles, “A warehouse? Why?”
“That’s where my band practices,” Harry replies, getting up and heading towards the door.
I follow and nearly slip the down the stairs. Harry catches me and sets me up right now, before calling out to his mum.
“Be back soon, heading to see William!” He shouts across the house.