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Just Harry and I.

Chapter Thirty-One.


"H-H-Harry, I don't think I can..." I started, tears forming in my eyes. My entire body was trembling and I was finding it difficult to breathe. I had never been more anxious for something in my life. Fuck you stage frights. I would just be happy if I didn't faint, even if they all hated my voice.

"You can do it, Scar. Remember what I said. Sing like you're singing to your mum." Harry reassured. He was so lovely. He gave me a big hug and kissed me. "You'll be amazing, I love you baby."

"I love you too." I whispered. The nerves were bubbling up in the centre of my stomach, then building up to my chest and...CRAP. "I'm gonna be sick!" I shouted, escaping Harry's grip and sprinting to the toilet. I wasn't sick. I gagged. I hated this. After tonight I was tell Mr Bailey I couldn't go through with all this. It wasn't healthy.

I returned to the green room.

"You alright?" Harry stroked my back, biting his lip. "You don't have to push yourself, Scar."

"I need to do this, for my mum." I answered, tugging my own hair. He nodded.

"I understand, and we're all here to support you." he smiled. "Aren't we lads?" Harry directed towards the boys.

"Of course!" Li shouted, the rest of them agreed.

"Scarlett?" Paul called my name from the stairs that led up to the stage. "You're up!" I was about wetting myself. I really wasn't ready for this, it was too much. I wanted to start small and gradually climb up. This was a crowd for One Direction, it was going to be packed with like 10,000 people at least.

I stepped up each step, slowly and steadily. I turned around to see Harry giving me a pair of thumbs up. I walked on to the middle of the stage, observing my surroundings. There were so many people silent, staring at me, judging each step. I took hold of the microphone. Here goes nothing.

"H-hi." I stammered. "I'm Scarlett Jones. I'm here to sing a couple of songs for you all." My hand was shaking so much, I noticed the microphone swaying. The audience cheered. The first song I was going to sing was Valerie. I nodded at the band to start playing. "This ones Valerie by Amy Winehouse. I-I-I hope you like it." my voice cracked.

"Well some-" I trailed off, I had forgotten the words. Oh my god. Keep calm, Scar. Try again.

"Well sometimes I go out by my-" it happened again. Oh my god. I couldn't do it. I felt dizzy. The audience was still and quiet. I was on the brink of fainting when:

"Well sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across the water." A little girl sing/shouted from the front row. I looked over at her and she mouthed 'you can do it' to me, before carrying on. Then another girl joined in, then another, and another. Half of them must have been singing it now and eventually, I plucked up the courage to give it another go and join in.

"Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over, Valerie?

Did you have to go to jail,
Put your house on up for sale, did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didn't catch a tan,
I hope you find the right man who'll fix it for ya
Are you shopping anywhere,
Changed the color of your hair, are you busy?
And did you have to pay that fine
That you were dodging all the time, are you still dizzy?

Since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over?
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over, Valerie?

Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture

Since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over?
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over, Valerie?

Why don't you come over, Valerie?" I sang, I felt so confident, them all helping me out like that. I felt I could do it, now. I had to. Everyone was cheering and clapping. I even heard a few whistles.

"Thank you all so much. Wow, it's scary being on here. I didn't think I was going to be able to sing, but you all encouraged me too. Ah. One Direction fans are the best." I grinned, everyone wooed again. "The next song I will be singing is Counting Stars by One Republic." I stated.

I sang to the best of my ability on this song and the next one which was 'Sweet About Me by Gabriella Cilmi'. I had actually felt comfortable with them all, it was as if I could actually do it.

But, the song I had been dreading was coming up. My own one. I hadn't given it a name yet.

"So, the next and last song I will be singing for you is one I've written myself. It's called-" I paused. I had to think of a name on the spot. "I will fight. It's for my mother who sadly passed away." I gulped. I heard some 'aw's' throughout the room.

And I sang, more delicately and elegantly than ever. It felt amazing, such passion and emotion ran through me. Tears were escaping my eyes as I went into so much depth. It was an incredible feeling. I imagined my mum was sitting there, I watched her as she shot me a grin and nodded. She told me she was proud of me and how she couldn't have wished for a better daughter. I needed that. I needed to see her and hear her voice again. It was kind of like closure. I had to sing, it was how I could communicate with her. It felt so real to me. It was such a lovely moment and I never wanted it to end.

I scanned around the hall, wiping my eyes as I did so. A lot of people were standing, crying with me. It felt so fantastic that my singing could make their bodies rush with emotion too. I felt proud of myself for once. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wicked.

"That's it," I sniffed, smiling. "I'll get off so you guys can be introduced to the people you're actually here to see!" I shouted, placed the microphone back on its stand and twisting my body towards the exit of the stage. I realised they were all chanting. I covered my mouth in surprise when I noticed it was my name they were shouting. Da fuq? I blew a kiss and started crying again, before running off the stage.

"You were perfect baby." Harry squeezed me tightly. His eyes were all puffy and his nose red. "Look what you've done to me Scar!" he chuckled, pointing at his face.

"I made you cry?" I gasped.

"Yep. And all these too." I snapped my head to where their finishing touches of hair and make up were being done. They were all sniffing along with Harry and I.

"Aw you guys!" I smirked.

"I feel like a proud mother right now," he winked. "sounded like the crowd loved you too."

"The beginning was a disaster though." he giggled.

"I can't believe they all joined in like that, it was extraordinary! Don't worry about the start, the rest of your performance made up for it." Paul called all their names out. "I gotta go baby!" he rubbed his eyes and headed for the stage stairs along with the rest of them.

"Good luck guys. I love you all." I yelled.

"We love you too." they replied in unison. I watched the TV that was showing the main stage in the green room.

"Hey guys." Girls. Screeching. Everywhere. It was deafening. I think I burst an ear drum. "Did you all like my girlfriend's singing?" he glistened, enthusiastically.

"Yeah!" I heard the audience scream.

"She deserves an extra clap don't you think?" More cheering, wooing and whistling surrounded the arena. What an atmosphere.

"Haha. So how's America tonight?" Niall beamed. There was screaming, screeching, shouting, yelling, whistling, cheering, singing, crying and clapping, appearing from all the directions possible. Wow, they were popular. I hadn't realised how famous they actually were. Until now.

My thoughts got interrupted when Jack tapped me on the shoulder. I spun round.

"You were good." he simply said.

"Thank you." I mumbled, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Scar, erm," he exhaled deeply. This wasn't good news. After all that, my dreams were going to be torn up. "you have a very powerful, spectacular voice but-"

"not good enough?" I questioned, cutting him off. I couldn't believe this was happening, after how hard I'd worked up to this moment. I'd fucking blown my chances.

"It's not that. Your potential is phenomenal. It's just," he paused, he seemed extremely reluctant to say this. "what happened at the beginning."

"Oh," I sighed. "yeah."

"We just can't risk this. If you were to become as successful as One Direction, well you wouldn't be able to. If that ever happened again." he looked down at his designer black, pointy shoes like the ones I had bought Harry for his birthday.

"I understand." I sobbed.

"I'm sorry, the only thing I could do would be to give you a second chance at One Directions concert tomorr-"

"but you think I'll do it again." I sniffed.

"No. That's exactly what I'm going to do. Give you a second chance." he looked into my eyes, now smiling.

"Oh my god! No way!" I raised my voice in amazement.

"Yep." he winked. "I believe in you. Plus, your voice is at such a high standard and it would be a waste to throw it all away."

"Shit! Thank you so so so so so so so so so so so much! I won't let you down, I swear." my smile reached from ear to ear.

"That's the reaction I like to give people." he chuckled. "See you tomorrow, Scar. Same songs yeah?" I nodded, I felt so relieved, so content. I was so appreciative of Jack. It meant a lot that he could believe in me.

Tomorrow was creeping closer.

I was excited.

My nerves had vanished.

Good feeling.



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