Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


1. Changing the Past; Chapter 1; Agreeing

It was a normal day and I was reading 'The Sun'. I always read newspapers to keep up on the different news everyday. My eyes  glue to one article:

Harry Styles declares 'The Girl Contest'

It has recently been found out that The Harry Styles is looking for someone to settle down with in his future life. He has been 'rumaging' through all the magazines and found the he had a 'deep desire' to meet that one girl. He says that in order to meet new people without paparazzi surrounding them, he is going to hold a contest of "Who can sing for Harry Styles" and the winning three will come on the British tour with them. Harry says that "This will be good because their talents will be in my area in singing." People of the press think that this is a form of selfishness for saying that he is 'a good singer'...

My eyes scan through all the rubbish and find the most important information. It said that auditions would be held in London community centre at 2 o'clock, Friday 12th Janurary. I squel so loud that I wake up my best friend/room mate, Sarah. 

"What now?" she mumbles, her hair all in a mess.

 "THIS!!!!" I yell, thrusting the paper in her face. She takes it from me and I allow her 2 minutes to read and reread it again. Her eyes look like they're about to pop. She lets out a gasp and smiles widely. We both love One Direction and  we both love Harry best. 

"OH. MY. GOD!" she screams. 

"Shhh!" I say waving my arms in the air, "You'll wake the neighbours!"  "So?" she shouts back and we erupt into a fit of giggles. It takes 10 minutes until we recover. Yeah. We're cool like that. Sarah puts on a serious face and says, "But this is a great chance. We could audition and one of us could become Harry Styles's girlfriend. Think about all we could do..." I look at her, my face scrunched up from thinking. She imitates it. I laugh and say, 

"But the press aren't always reliable, you know. What if we turn up and no ones there?" This could be a big risk. 

"Relax," Sarah says, "There has to be at least 100 people there, it is Harry Styles, for God's sake!" I look at her sternly. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.  "So... Is that you agreeing?" Sarah asks, doing puppy dog eyes. Her eyes are just like Zayns. Sweet yet cool and attractive and adorable, all at the same time. I sigh and nod. I guess I have to.  "Great so I will pick the costume designs, as fashion is my dream. And we can do some research on what his favourite song is, so we can capture him, amazingly." Her eyes sparkled in excitement. She was always the bright and bubbly one, getting all the boys. Harry was bound to like her. I say, 

"You can sing his fav, I don't mind. But I'm going to sing something different." She stares at me weirdly. 

"Why?" she questions. I sigh and say, 

"It's going to be a surprise. Now, we've got a lot of shopping to do. Materials, beads and shoes." She screams and jumps of the bed in delight, yelling madly whilst running down the stairs. I laugh to myself and really think about what I'm going to do. I can't sing. But I can't let Sarah down. I'll just pretend to walk in there and run away straight away. 'Yeah,' I say to myself, 'Good idea'. Stupid to agree to this. But that's just me, isn't it? Silly Grace Shuatsi. I'm only 18. Who am I kidding?

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