One Thing

We were waiting for the next act to come out. So far Harry had a great male vocalist and Liam had two girls. Louis picked up this like French-English singer which was different and Zayn had gotten a rapper. I had no one. No one wanted to be on this piece of shit’s team. No one liked me so why I thought this was a cool idea, I don’t know.
The next act was supposed to be coming out any minute and no one was coming. The crowd was silent and then some people started to cheer so it must be go time. When I saw that girl walk out I immediately looked at Harry who glared at me. Our chairs were on the ends of the line up so it was going to be hard to yell at him but I knew what he was thinking and I wasn’t about to give up. I don’t care if she knows I kidnapped her when I was drunk, I don’t care if she knows I like her, I don’t even care if she likes Harry, this was my moment to talk to her and what better thing to do than tell her she could sing. Speaking of singing, I thought she danced. This was going to be interesting. Liam was easing up her nerves by making idle chitchat.
“Niall isn’t that –” I cut Zayn off.
“I'm getting her.” I don’t care if she sounds like a dying bat. She is going to be on my team.
“Zayn, that’s her??” Louis whispered yelled to Zayn. I watched her intently as she waved a bit to Harry. He nodded back as a response. Harry looked at me and I looked at her. It was a weird triangle thing.

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