Niall’s view:
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 French-English singer which was different and Zayn had gotten a rapper. I had no one. No one wanted to be on this freaks 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 played piano. 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 cow. 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.
Claire’s view:
After the lights weren’t as harsh I noticed a curly haired boy smiling at me.
“Harry?” I said out loud. The mic was nowhere near my mouth which was nice that it didn’t pick that up.
“So what's your name?” Liam asked with a grin. He knew my name, I'm sure.
“Claire Elizabeth.” I basically whispered to the microphone.
“Well, Claire what are you going to sing for us?” He seemed happy to see me.
“I honestly don’t know. I just found out ten minutes ago this was a singing competition.” Some people laughed and others cheered.
“Are you serious?” Harry sat up.
“Yeah, I thought I would be playing piano.” I chuckled.
“Well, we are ready whenever you are.” Zayn winked at me.
“You'll be waiting a while” People laughed again. If singing fails maybe I can just be a comedian. I nodded back at the band and waited for something familiar to start playing.
Justin picked the best and worst song he could have, I know this song by heart but that’s because it's a song my father would sing to me quite a bit. Before you start thinking about pop music, it's not. It was a newer song. He had a weird taste in music and in return that grew on me. I took a deep breath and waited for the respected entrance. I opened my mouth and stopped there. I didn’t want to sing. I didn’t want to be doing this. I didn’t want to be embarrassed either so I started to sing quietly a bit late. I didn’t want them to hear me because I wanted to go home. I didn’t want anyone to want me on their ‘team’. But then I looked to my left and saw Justin and Jess with plastered smiles. I could just try, I mean for them, and maybe for Dad.
“Here we are, on Earth together it’s you and I, God has made us for in love its true. I really found someone like you.” I belted out the chorus. “In my mind, we can conquer the world.” It was Michael Bublé’s You and I.
Niall’s view:
“Holy crap...” Louis whispered to Zayn.
“Don’t even think about it Zayn, she's mine.” I said not taking my eyes off of her.
“Louis!” Zayn whisper yelled to Louis.
“Shut up you guys!” Harry yelled down the line. Crap, I had to get passed Harry for her. This was going to be tough but I'm willing to pull out some real fancy stuff. Just because she knows Harry she is going to be pushed more towards him but I'm going to have to get her interested in me. This will be difficult since she knows me as the person who kidnapped her. She was singing and I noticed something I don’t think anyone else did. She had streams down her face from where small salty tears fell. I wanted to know why she was crying or had been but I couldn’t ask her, not now. She finished and for a second there was this crazy silence. No one wanted to break a moment like this.
Claire’s view:
I finished and took a small breath. I was shaking and no one was clapping.
“Let’s give her a hand.” The host came out. I didn’t even know this host but he still put an arm around me and walked me to a tiny X. I'm guessing it signified the middle of the stage or camera angles. Everyone then cheered for me. It was a weird feeling having people like my singing since I never sang outside of the shower or my dad’s funeral. I sang this song at his funeral, that’s why I couldn’t keep from getting a few tears. I was hoping no one noticed the tears but I feel like the heavy lights made them sparkle. “Very emotional song, how do you think you did?” The host asked me.
“I don’t know.” I choked out. People laughed.
“Let’s talk to the judges. Harry what did you think?” Of course he asks Harry first.
“That was by far the best we have seen today. That is why I want you on my team.” Harry said into his microphone.
“Thank you.” I whispered back. The crowd cheered to the last part. I couldn’t stop smiling. I mean I knew he would ‘want me’ just because I'm his good friend.
“Liam?” The host moved us along.
“It was great, but I don’t feel it was what I was looking for my team.” He frowned and I smiled back at him.
“I loved it!” Louis said a bit loud into his mic. There was an annoying screech and we all covered our ears. “Sorry. Guess that’s the joy of a live show.” He was a bit reddened.
“Do you want Claire on your team?” The host asked. People cheered and he looked down the line. I followed his gaze to see a blonde top mouthing something at him.
Niall’s view:
“I don’t think you are right for my team though.” Louis said. Thank god.
“Zayn, say no!” I whispered yelled to him. People booed Louis’ decision. Our show host, Blake Miller, moved on to Zayn. We usually call him Blake because Mr. Miller is too formal for us lads.
“I am looking for more of the R&B type singers, sorry. You did very well aside from not fitting my musical taste. It’s not too often a show gets young talented singers such as you.” He said and looked at me after. He winked at me. This was my chance. I had to fight Harry for her.
“Niall, what did you think of Claire?” Blake asked.
“Well, musically it was an unexpected song choice, but very good for you. I liked the full voice more than that little whisper you did in the beginning. Who was that, if I may ask?” I was pulling out a fancy deal of conversation.
“Michael Bublé.” She answered nervously.
“He’s a remarkable artist, a personal favorite actually. I feel your performance was pin pointed well enough to want you on my team.” The crowd cheered their loudest. For everyone that said no they booed and for Harry they cheered but for me they went crazy. I could tell they wanted her on my team.
“Claire the choice is up to you. Who do you pick to be your new mentor?” Blake asked her. She looked from Harry to me. This wasn’t going to end well for me.

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