It's down to two. One Direction and some other band. I won't know who's made it 'till someone calls me.
My phone buzzes, catching me off guard. But it's just a text from Emily. She's down at the pool, begging me to come down. I refuse; I have to stay up here in my room.
After a few more minutes, my phone buzzes again. This time it's someone calling. Harry to be precise. I pick it up, "What's up?"
"Um, babe," he sounds sad.
"What is it? Is it bad?"
"Actually," it goes silent for a few seconds. Then, "We made it!" comes all of the boy's voices.
"Yes! I knew you could do it."
Live shows baby. Well, not tonight. But tomorrow. Oh, it's amazing. Right now I'm at the contestant's house. Where I live. The boy's room is just down the hall. It's amazing. I get to help during the live shows. I just can't wait. Emily won't be here the first few weeks; her mom just had a baby. I'll be okay though. Almost forgot, my legs completely healed now.
*The Next Night*
One Direction's up next. All the people before them were really good. Cher Lloyd is a really good singer.
"And now One Direction!"
Screams erupt. Then the song starts. The boys start singing.The song: 'Viva La Vida'. It's amazing. Timing; great. Harmony; great.
*After The First Live Show*
Everyone's back at the house. I'm in my room. While everyone else is downstairs. Which I'm fine with. I have things to do. Yep, I finished my puppy drawing. My recent drawing is multiple smiles.
I look to the door. There stands Harry. He walks over to me at my desk. "Hi." I ask.
"Why are you up hear alone?"
"I like the quiet."
"Did you like us tonight?"
"You guys were amazing."
He gets close to my face. His lips brushing mine, "Thanks babe." Then he closes the gap and kisses me.