Always
Live Shows: Week 2 – Part 3 (Live Decider)
Kaylie’s POV
Sunday, 2nd October
I wanted to go home already. But I couldn’t. We, as the Top 11, had just opened the live decider with our group performance of Geronimo by Sheppard. We still had to stay for the results of the voting. Half of me just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep forever while the other half wanted to tear Melody apart, limb by limb, strand by strand.
I hadn’t got over what had happened last night after the show. I don’t think I would ever get over it. I had been in a daze on the tube yesterday and I had walked into the house in complete silence. I didn’t say anything to my family and went straight to my room, closing the door and locking it. Last night, I didn’t want any of my brothers to come in and ask me what happened. Even just thinking about it made me feel sick. My pillow had been soaked in my salty tears and I had wrapped the bed sheets around me like a cacoon. I felt dead.
Of course, I was ecstatic that Harry had called me his girlfriend. Harry Styles was my boyfriend but I couldn’t go around and tell everybody. He was my little secret and I was his. No-one knew that he was my boyfriend but the kisses that we had shared, a few people knew but they were people I could trust. Alicia had vowed to keep her mouth shut as well as Vanessa and Marcus. And most importantly, my parents and my three brothers, they had all promised to keep their lips sealed. You would think telling people would help share the burden but it did exactly the opposite. It made it worse. It made me scared because anyone can let anything slip if they’re not thinking properly. What if Simon does find out? What if Melody does? She would tell Simon right away and I’d be taken away from Harry. I didn’t want to be taken away from him. I felt something so deep for him, I couldn’t let him go. After all, he said he was mine. Always.
I headed to the wardrobe department and asked Gary if I needed to change my outfit. He said I didn’t and that I looked perfect the way I was (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_live_decider_week/set?id=208704539). As I walked back down the same corridor, I caught sight of Melody. I stopped in my tracks and watched her, wondering if she could see me. Fortunately, she wasn’t alone. One of the stylists, Karen, was walking beside her and they both turned down another corridor, talking away. She’d better not be telling more lies. After all, it wasn’t just her at stake here. Harry was too. Simon wouldn’t be gentle with him. I wanted to keep us a secret for as long as possible because I didn’t want Harry to be scolded by Simon. He was a beautiful person with a wonderful personality and he didn’t deserve to be treated that way. All he deserved was love and light. But could I give that to him? I asked myself. I shook my head, getting the unanswered question out of my mind. I remembered that Dannii was going to perform one of her older songs, Touch Me Like That, tonight so I continued to walk down the corridor, passing the busy green room and stopped behind the stage.
The upbeat music started as soon as I arrived. There was a small gap in between the large curtains, keeping the backstage area disguised from view, that I peeked out of to see one of the judges perform. Lights danced across the stage and the screens were lit up in a bright array of exploding colours. The main screen opened to reveal Dannii Minogue, dressed in a beautiful outfit that flattered her slim figure (http://www.polyvore.com/dannii_live_decider_week_performance/set?id=208739084).She smiled as the audience welcomed her with loud cheers and she raised the microphone to her lips.
“Come on, touch me like that.
It feels so good, makes me feel alive.
When you touch me like that.
In and out, up and down.
I'm a fire inside.
When I sit by myself
I'm daydreaming ‘bout the two of us.
And I think to myself
I can’t forget about your touch.”
Dannii was a figure of sex and beauty on the stage. She had six hot male dancers moving fluidly around her while she sang. I watched her every move and took in everything she did. The way she commanded the stage, the way she twirled in and around the dancers, the way she looked at the audience every now and then. She truly was Kylie Minogue’s younger sister.
“Boy, you make my heart go wild.
I like your moves and I like your style.
I need you here right next to me
So I can feel the ecstasy.
Come on, touch me like that.
It feels so good, makes me feel alive.
When you touch me like that.
In and out, up and down.
I'm a fire inside.”
The lyrics resonated with me suddenly. I never realised how much I craved Harry’s touch. How his knuckles brushed across my cheeks, how his fingertips stroked my neck, how the pads of his thumbs caressed my lips. The way he held me in his arms and the way he kissed me gently but with so much passion at the same time. He lit a fire inside my heart every he touched my cheek or kissed my lips. And I always wanted more.
“I wanna hold you so tight.
All alone I can feel you in my arms.
Cause you’re looking so right
And it’s you that I am longing for.
Boy, you’re driving me crazy.
You’re giving me chills up and down my spine.
You’re the one who can save me.
It’s gonna make me explode inside.”
This song is perfect for the way Harry makes me feel. I said to myself in my head. He drove me crazy. He gave me chills all the time. He was my saviour. He was going to make me explode. My gaze moved away from Dannii to the judges’ desk. Even though it was dark, I could make out Harry sitting in between Simon and Mel. He was bobbing his head along to the music and a small smile played on his lips. The lips I had the pleasure of kissing many times, knowing exactly what they tasted like.
As Dannii launched further into the song, I stepped away until my back made contact with the wall. The dance tune echoed in my ears as the audience cheered, hands in the air and dancing around. I stood as still as a statue. I closed my eyes and pictured Harry in my mind. His gorgeous dimpled smile, his long chocolate curls, his sparkling green eyes, his tall body clothed in the most striking black suit. He was beautiful. And he was mine.
I remembered every single touch and caress, every single stroke and kiss. I recalled the silkiness of his hair in between my fingers, the softness of his lips on mine, the warmth of his arms around me. I was falling for him too quickly. I was worried that I liked him more than he liked me. I thought about him every day. I dreamt about him every night. But does he do the same? I didn’t know. I wanted to be with him so badly and Melody could ruin all of that in an instant. She could destroy everything that Harry and I had built. Please…I don’t want that to happen…
“Kaylie?”
I jumped and opened my eyes. I saw that Alicia was next to me, wearing a worried expression. I put on a façade and smiled at her reassuringly.
“Hi, Alicia.”
“You OK?”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m fine. Just thinking about the results.” I answered. It was half true. I always thought about the results. I really wanted Melody to go. Not because she was untalented, she did have a great voice, but because she was trying to get in between Harry and I. She wanted to take Harry away from me. By his words, he was mine and I was his. He told me no-one could change that.
The screams from the audience told me that Dannii had finished her performance. Alicia slid her arm through mine and I looked at her. She had her eyes on the half-hidden stage, her hold tight.
“We’ll be fine, Kaylie. I know we will.” She said. I nodded and took a deep breath, straightening out my dress with my free hand. I hoped Alicia was right. I hoped that tonight, we would have the public’s votes on our side. And that I wouldn’t be taken away from Harry too soon.
0*0
Once again, his arm was locked around my waist and my arm was around his waist. My mentor was a fine specimen of a man, dressed in a dark purple pinstripe suit. As an alternative to gawking at him, I looked at the floor, balancing myself on my high heels. My heart thumped loudly as Dermot drew out the results slowly while the crowd shouted out names of the contestants they wanted to be sent through.
Alicia was already safe and through to next week. I was so happy for her. She deserved it. She continued to blossom into a true performer and I was grateful that she and I had become such close friends. She was like a sister to me. Melody stood on Harry’s other side, her expression completely blank, her arm wrapped around his waist protectively, thinking he belonged to her. I kept my arm away from hers and avoided scowling. He’s not yours, bitch.
“The eight act through to next week is…Melody!” Dermot declared.
My soul shattered as I let go of Harry’s waist and the crowd cheered in approval. If only they knew what she’s really like… Melody grinned widely as she hugged Harry, locking her arms around his neck. I could see that deep down, in his eyes, he didn’t like the way she was hugging him. Too tightly. I just nodded at her as she placed her hand on my shoulder before walking off the stage to join Alicia. Now there were just three contestants left. Robbie, Matt (he was in the Over 25s) and me.
I didn’t want to be in the Bottom 2. I didn’t want to disappoint Harry. He told me he believed he could win with me. I didn’t want to let him down. I cared about him too much to fail him in that way. His arm returned to my waist and pulled me up against the side of his body. I looked up at him, completely enraptured by his eyes.
“Put your arm around me, Kaylie.” He whispered so that no-one could hear but me. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his waist and looked back down at the floor, waiting for Dermot to say the next name. Please let it be me. Please let it be me. Please let it be me. I repeated the thought in my head over and over again. The wait was agonising. Dermot, just say the goddamn name already! I blocked out the screams from the audience and focused on the lights reflecting in the shiny stage floor. I closed my eyes and heard the loud beat of my heart drumming against the ribcage. Harry’s arm tightened around me and I sucked in a breath, avoiding his gaze. Then, finally, Dermot spoke.
“And the final act guaranteed a spot in next week’s Top 10 is…Kaylie!”
I was frozen for about three seconds before I threw my head back in relief. The audience went ballistic, screaming and yelling as I smiled. I looked up at Harry to see he was also smiling, his expression full of joy, dimples engraved in his cheeks as his green eyes shone with happiness. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. My heels flew up from the floor and I wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing in his ear.
“We’re still in this, angel.” Harry murmured into my neck. I giggled as he put me back down. I went over to embrace both Robbie and Matt. Both were great guys and brilliant performers. It was sad that one of them would go home tonight but that’s how this competition worked. Dermot congratulated Harry and I as we walked off the stage.
Alicia gave me the tightest hug and I squeezed her back. I was so relieved. I was safe for another week. I was still going to be in Harry’s presence. I rested my chin on Alicia’s shoulder and opened my eyes to see Melody glaring at me, her arms folded. Harry was talking to one of the camera guys so he didn’t see the way Melody was looking at me. I didn’t say anything and returned her glare. I would not let her get to me. I already had more stuff to worry about, like advancing further in the competition and keeping my relationship with Harry a secret. I had enough of my plate and I wouldn’t let Melody ruin everything for me. Queen Bitch is going down.
“How are you getting home?” Alicia asked me as soon as we got changed out of our outfits and back into our normal clothes. The show was over and unfortunately, Matt had been eliminated. It had gone to Deadlock because the judges couldn’t come to a decision themselves. Matt had been a great presence in the competition and I was genuinely upset that he was gone but this was the downside of the competition. Amazing performers left and in the end, only one remained.
“Well, I had to catch the tube last night but tonight, I’m going home with my family. I’m meeting them outside the studios by our car.” I answered. We entered the dressing room to find that all of Melody’s belongings were still inside. Usually, she left before the two of us so it was a little odd to me that she wasn’t gone yet. I shrugged it off, picked up my handbag and texted my mother that I would be outside in five minutes.
“What about you?” I asked Alicia.
“I’m catching a cab.”
“Your family aren’t here tonight?”
“No, they couldn’t make it. My parents had to work.” Alicia shook her head, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. She was an only child so her parents support meant everything to her. I was lucky to have all three of my brothers support me and love me for being who I am. Even though they could be so annoying, I adored them. They were extremely protective of me and I felt very special in that respect.
“Oh, that’s a shame. I wish we could take a cab together.” I said as we walked out of the dressing room.
“It’s OK, Kaylie. I’ll see you at the group rehearsal on Tuesday.” She smiled and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and nodded. She let me go and walked down the corridor, waving goodbye before she disappeared around the corner.
I adjusted the shoulder strap of my handbag and walked in the opposite direction that Alicia had went. I smiled as I revoked the memory of Harry hugging me after my name was called out. His embraces were always so friendly and warm, full of emotion. I felt adored whenever I was in his arms. I was excited to find out what Week 3’s theme would be. Rock? Love? 80s? I was ready to work again.
Just as I was thinking about what song the Top 10 would be given to sing for the group performance, I heard voices, just around the corner. I stopped walking at the end of the corridor and rested my back against the wall, trying to make out who the voices belonged to.
“Please, Harry…”
I knew that voice anywhere. I managed to keep my mouth shut and closed my eyes, blocking out the tears that were getting ready to fall. The voice belonged to a person I hated, that I despised, that could ruin everything.
Melody.
“No, don’t.”
That’s Harry. He didn’t sound very pleased. But I couldn’t just stand there and listen. I had to know what they were doing. I silently moved my feet and peeked around the corner. I couldn’t stop the small gasp from coming out of my mouth.
Melody had Harry up against the wall about five metres away from me. Her face was buried in his neck and her fingers were trying to unbutton his suit jacket. He had his hands on her shoulders, pushing in an effort to get her off him. I heard a soft wet sound and I realised Melody was kissing his neck. No…No…How is he even letting her do that? Didn’t he say he was mine?
“Melody, don’t.” He begged and tried even harder to push her off him but she continued to unbutton his suit jacket, proceeding to push it off his shoulders. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. This cannot be happening… It was only me that he allowed to touch him like that, kiss him, hold him in that way. Tears blinded my vision and I choked out a sob. That made Harry look in my direction.
His lips parted in shock and his eyes grew wide. I couldn’t look at him for another second. I sobbed again and turned away, rushing down the corridor. Hot salty tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe he had let Melody kiss him on the neck and unbutton his suit jacket. Wasn’t that something I should do? Not her! I thought I was his angel and he was mine to kiss and hug. My heart burned and I felt sick.
I heard loud footsteps following me as Harry called out my name, telling me to stop. But I didn’t. I picked up my pace and jogged down more corridors until I reached the final one. The doors to the main street were in sight. I was so close to leaving. I felt a hand grab my arm, yanking me back. I yelped and spun my head around.
“Kaylie, please…”
“Let go of me, Harry.”
Just saying his name hurt me. I didn’t want this to happen. Harry and I had been going so well, kissing in private and sending each other flirty text messages. But now, all I felt was pain.
“Angel, it was nothing. I was trying to get her off me…” He begged me. More tears streamed down my face when he called me “angel.” I couldn’t handle it. I wanted to go home. I wanted to sleep and forget this ever happened. But it would be there in the morning and I would still be hurt.
“Just…let me go home. I want to go home.” I said, not even looking at him. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not after what I had just seen. He knew how much I disliked Melody. It was no secret to anyone that we weren’t fond of each other. So to see her in his arms, in my boyfriend’s arms, it crushed me.
“Don’t go. Please.”
Don’t plead, Harry. Please don’t plead. I cried again, sucking in quick short breaths. I shook my head and looked at his fingers, that were wrapped around my forearm.
“My family are waiting for me. I have to go.” I placed my hand over his and yanked his fingers free. I turned away from him, my head lowered as I walked away. I didn’t even say goodbye. There was no way that I could.
“Please call me, angel. Please.” I heard Harry say from behind me. Just hearing his voice killed me. The way he begged me to call him, like he was asking for my forgiveness. I didn’t respond and walked past the empty reception desk and out of the studio doors. The paparazzi had all but disappeared which was a relief because I didn’t want people taking pictures of me when I was in this state. Then, I realised I had to explain my red tear-stained face to my family. Great.
In the last two minutes, I had questioned everything Harry and I had done together. Our secret kisses, our romantic flirting, our loving compliments, our sweet hugs. Was it ever real? Was Melody right? As I walked over to the street where my family were, I covered my mouth with my hand and sobbed again, another couple of tears tarnishing my hot cheeks.
Was I ever his angel?
Sunday, 2nd October
I wanted to go home already. But I couldn’t. We, as the Top 11, had just opened the live decider with our group performance of Geronimo by Sheppard. We still had to stay for the results of the voting. Half of me just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep forever while the other half wanted to tear Melody apart, limb by limb, strand by strand.
I hadn’t got over what had happened last night after the show. I don’t think I would ever get over it. I had been in a daze on the tube yesterday and I had walked into the house in complete silence. I didn’t say anything to my family and went straight to my room, closing the door and locking it. Last night, I didn’t want any of my brothers to come in and ask me what happened. Even just thinking about it made me feel sick. My pillow had been soaked in my salty tears and I had wrapped the bed sheets around me like a cacoon. I felt dead.
Of course, I was ecstatic that Harry had called me his girlfriend. Harry Styles was my boyfriend but I couldn’t go around and tell everybody. He was my little secret and I was his. No-one knew that he was my boyfriend but the kisses that we had shared, a few people knew but they were people I could trust. Alicia had vowed to keep her mouth shut as well as Vanessa and Marcus. And most importantly, my parents and my three brothers, they had all promised to keep their lips sealed. You would think telling people would help share the burden but it did exactly the opposite. It made it worse. It made me scared because anyone can let anything slip if they’re not thinking properly. What if Simon does find out? What if Melody does? She would tell Simon right away and I’d be taken away from Harry. I didn’t want to be taken away from him. I felt something so deep for him, I couldn’t let him go. After all, he said he was mine. Always.
I headed to the wardrobe department and asked Gary if I needed to change my outfit. He said I didn’t and that I looked perfect the way I was (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_live_decider_week/set?id=208704539). As I walked back down the same corridor, I caught sight of Melody. I stopped in my tracks and watched her, wondering if she could see me. Fortunately, she wasn’t alone. One of the stylists, Karen, was walking beside her and they both turned down another corridor, talking away. She’d better not be telling more lies. After all, it wasn’t just her at stake here. Harry was too. Simon wouldn’t be gentle with him. I wanted to keep us a secret for as long as possible because I didn’t want Harry to be scolded by Simon. He was a beautiful person with a wonderful personality and he didn’t deserve to be treated that way. All he deserved was love and light. But could I give that to him? I asked myself. I shook my head, getting the unanswered question out of my mind. I remembered that Dannii was going to perform one of her older songs, Touch Me Like That, tonight so I continued to walk down the corridor, passing the busy green room and stopped behind the stage.
The upbeat music started as soon as I arrived. There was a small gap in between the large curtains, keeping the backstage area disguised from view, that I peeked out of to see one of the judges perform. Lights danced across the stage and the screens were lit up in a bright array of exploding colours. The main screen opened to reveal Dannii Minogue, dressed in a beautiful outfit that flattered her slim figure (http://www.polyvore.com/dannii_live_decider_week_performance/set?id=208739084).She smiled as the audience welcomed her with loud cheers and she raised the microphone to her lips.
“Come on, touch me like that.
It feels so good, makes me feel alive.
When you touch me like that.
In and out, up and down.
I'm a fire inside.
When I sit by myself
I'm daydreaming ‘bout the two of us.
And I think to myself
I can’t forget about your touch.”
Dannii was a figure of sex and beauty on the stage. She had six hot male dancers moving fluidly around her while she sang. I watched her every move and took in everything she did. The way she commanded the stage, the way she twirled in and around the dancers, the way she looked at the audience every now and then. She truly was Kylie Minogue’s younger sister.
“Boy, you make my heart go wild.
I like your moves and I like your style.
I need you here right next to me
So I can feel the ecstasy.
Come on, touch me like that.
It feels so good, makes me feel alive.
When you touch me like that.
In and out, up and down.
I'm a fire inside.”
The lyrics resonated with me suddenly. I never realised how much I craved Harry’s touch. How his knuckles brushed across my cheeks, how his fingertips stroked my neck, how the pads of his thumbs caressed my lips. The way he held me in his arms and the way he kissed me gently but with so much passion at the same time. He lit a fire inside my heart every he touched my cheek or kissed my lips. And I always wanted more.
“I wanna hold you so tight.
All alone I can feel you in my arms.
Cause you’re looking so right
And it’s you that I am longing for.
Boy, you’re driving me crazy.
You’re giving me chills up and down my spine.
You’re the one who can save me.
It’s gonna make me explode inside.”
This song is perfect for the way Harry makes me feel. I said to myself in my head. He drove me crazy. He gave me chills all the time. He was my saviour. He was going to make me explode. My gaze moved away from Dannii to the judges’ desk. Even though it was dark, I could make out Harry sitting in between Simon and Mel. He was bobbing his head along to the music and a small smile played on his lips. The lips I had the pleasure of kissing many times, knowing exactly what they tasted like.
As Dannii launched further into the song, I stepped away until my back made contact with the wall. The dance tune echoed in my ears as the audience cheered, hands in the air and dancing around. I stood as still as a statue. I closed my eyes and pictured Harry in my mind. His gorgeous dimpled smile, his long chocolate curls, his sparkling green eyes, his tall body clothed in the most striking black suit. He was beautiful. And he was mine.
I remembered every single touch and caress, every single stroke and kiss. I recalled the silkiness of his hair in between my fingers, the softness of his lips on mine, the warmth of his arms around me. I was falling for him too quickly. I was worried that I liked him more than he liked me. I thought about him every day. I dreamt about him every night. But does he do the same? I didn’t know. I wanted to be with him so badly and Melody could ruin all of that in an instant. She could destroy everything that Harry and I had built. Please…I don’t want that to happen…
“Kaylie?”
I jumped and opened my eyes. I saw that Alicia was next to me, wearing a worried expression. I put on a façade and smiled at her reassuringly.
“Hi, Alicia.”
“You OK?”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m fine. Just thinking about the results.” I answered. It was half true. I always thought about the results. I really wanted Melody to go. Not because she was untalented, she did have a great voice, but because she was trying to get in between Harry and I. She wanted to take Harry away from me. By his words, he was mine and I was his. He told me no-one could change that.
The screams from the audience told me that Dannii had finished her performance. Alicia slid her arm through mine and I looked at her. She had her eyes on the half-hidden stage, her hold tight.
“We’ll be fine, Kaylie. I know we will.” She said. I nodded and took a deep breath, straightening out my dress with my free hand. I hoped Alicia was right. I hoped that tonight, we would have the public’s votes on our side. And that I wouldn’t be taken away from Harry too soon.
0*0
Once again, his arm was locked around my waist and my arm was around his waist. My mentor was a fine specimen of a man, dressed in a dark purple pinstripe suit. As an alternative to gawking at him, I looked at the floor, balancing myself on my high heels. My heart thumped loudly as Dermot drew out the results slowly while the crowd shouted out names of the contestants they wanted to be sent through.
Alicia was already safe and through to next week. I was so happy for her. She deserved it. She continued to blossom into a true performer and I was grateful that she and I had become such close friends. She was like a sister to me. Melody stood on Harry’s other side, her expression completely blank, her arm wrapped around his waist protectively, thinking he belonged to her. I kept my arm away from hers and avoided scowling. He’s not yours, bitch.
“The eight act through to next week is…Melody!” Dermot declared.
My soul shattered as I let go of Harry’s waist and the crowd cheered in approval. If only they knew what she’s really like… Melody grinned widely as she hugged Harry, locking her arms around his neck. I could see that deep down, in his eyes, he didn’t like the way she was hugging him. Too tightly. I just nodded at her as she placed her hand on my shoulder before walking off the stage to join Alicia. Now there were just three contestants left. Robbie, Matt (he was in the Over 25s) and me.
I didn’t want to be in the Bottom 2. I didn’t want to disappoint Harry. He told me he believed he could win with me. I didn’t want to let him down. I cared about him too much to fail him in that way. His arm returned to my waist and pulled me up against the side of his body. I looked up at him, completely enraptured by his eyes.
“Put your arm around me, Kaylie.” He whispered so that no-one could hear but me. I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his waist and looked back down at the floor, waiting for Dermot to say the next name. Please let it be me. Please let it be me. Please let it be me. I repeated the thought in my head over and over again. The wait was agonising. Dermot, just say the goddamn name already! I blocked out the screams from the audience and focused on the lights reflecting in the shiny stage floor. I closed my eyes and heard the loud beat of my heart drumming against the ribcage. Harry’s arm tightened around me and I sucked in a breath, avoiding his gaze. Then, finally, Dermot spoke.
“And the final act guaranteed a spot in next week’s Top 10 is…Kaylie!”
I was frozen for about three seconds before I threw my head back in relief. The audience went ballistic, screaming and yelling as I smiled. I looked up at Harry to see he was also smiling, his expression full of joy, dimples engraved in his cheeks as his green eyes shone with happiness. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. My heels flew up from the floor and I wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing in his ear.
“We’re still in this, angel.” Harry murmured into my neck. I giggled as he put me back down. I went over to embrace both Robbie and Matt. Both were great guys and brilliant performers. It was sad that one of them would go home tonight but that’s how this competition worked. Dermot congratulated Harry and I as we walked off the stage.
Alicia gave me the tightest hug and I squeezed her back. I was so relieved. I was safe for another week. I was still going to be in Harry’s presence. I rested my chin on Alicia’s shoulder and opened my eyes to see Melody glaring at me, her arms folded. Harry was talking to one of the camera guys so he didn’t see the way Melody was looking at me. I didn’t say anything and returned her glare. I would not let her get to me. I already had more stuff to worry about, like advancing further in the competition and keeping my relationship with Harry a secret. I had enough of my plate and I wouldn’t let Melody ruin everything for me. Queen Bitch is going down.
“How are you getting home?” Alicia asked me as soon as we got changed out of our outfits and back into our normal clothes. The show was over and unfortunately, Matt had been eliminated. It had gone to Deadlock because the judges couldn’t come to a decision themselves. Matt had been a great presence in the competition and I was genuinely upset that he was gone but this was the downside of the competition. Amazing performers left and in the end, only one remained.
“Well, I had to catch the tube last night but tonight, I’m going home with my family. I’m meeting them outside the studios by our car.” I answered. We entered the dressing room to find that all of Melody’s belongings were still inside. Usually, she left before the two of us so it was a little odd to me that she wasn’t gone yet. I shrugged it off, picked up my handbag and texted my mother that I would be outside in five minutes.
“What about you?” I asked Alicia.
“I’m catching a cab.”
“Your family aren’t here tonight?”
“No, they couldn’t make it. My parents had to work.” Alicia shook her head, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. She was an only child so her parents support meant everything to her. I was lucky to have all three of my brothers support me and love me for being who I am. Even though they could be so annoying, I adored them. They were extremely protective of me and I felt very special in that respect.
“Oh, that’s a shame. I wish we could take a cab together.” I said as we walked out of the dressing room.
“It’s OK, Kaylie. I’ll see you at the group rehearsal on Tuesday.” She smiled and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and nodded. She let me go and walked down the corridor, waving goodbye before she disappeared around the corner.
I adjusted the shoulder strap of my handbag and walked in the opposite direction that Alicia had went. I smiled as I revoked the memory of Harry hugging me after my name was called out. His embraces were always so friendly and warm, full of emotion. I felt adored whenever I was in his arms. I was excited to find out what Week 3’s theme would be. Rock? Love? 80s? I was ready to work again.
Just as I was thinking about what song the Top 10 would be given to sing for the group performance, I heard voices, just around the corner. I stopped walking at the end of the corridor and rested my back against the wall, trying to make out who the voices belonged to.
“Please, Harry…”
I knew that voice anywhere. I managed to keep my mouth shut and closed my eyes, blocking out the tears that were getting ready to fall. The voice belonged to a person I hated, that I despised, that could ruin everything.
Melody.
“No, don’t.”
That’s Harry. He didn’t sound very pleased. But I couldn’t just stand there and listen. I had to know what they were doing. I silently moved my feet and peeked around the corner. I couldn’t stop the small gasp from coming out of my mouth.
Melody had Harry up against the wall about five metres away from me. Her face was buried in his neck and her fingers were trying to unbutton his suit jacket. He had his hands on her shoulders, pushing in an effort to get her off him. I heard a soft wet sound and I realised Melody was kissing his neck. No…No…How is he even letting her do that? Didn’t he say he was mine?
“Melody, don’t.” He begged and tried even harder to push her off him but she continued to unbutton his suit jacket, proceeding to push it off his shoulders. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. This cannot be happening… It was only me that he allowed to touch him like that, kiss him, hold him in that way. Tears blinded my vision and I choked out a sob. That made Harry look in my direction.
His lips parted in shock and his eyes grew wide. I couldn’t look at him for another second. I sobbed again and turned away, rushing down the corridor. Hot salty tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe he had let Melody kiss him on the neck and unbutton his suit jacket. Wasn’t that something I should do? Not her! I thought I was his angel and he was mine to kiss and hug. My heart burned and I felt sick.
I heard loud footsteps following me as Harry called out my name, telling me to stop. But I didn’t. I picked up my pace and jogged down more corridors until I reached the final one. The doors to the main street were in sight. I was so close to leaving. I felt a hand grab my arm, yanking me back. I yelped and spun my head around.
“Kaylie, please…”
“Let go of me, Harry.”
Just saying his name hurt me. I didn’t want this to happen. Harry and I had been going so well, kissing in private and sending each other flirty text messages. But now, all I felt was pain.
“Angel, it was nothing. I was trying to get her off me…” He begged me. More tears streamed down my face when he called me “angel.” I couldn’t handle it. I wanted to go home. I wanted to sleep and forget this ever happened. But it would be there in the morning and I would still be hurt.
“Just…let me go home. I want to go home.” I said, not even looking at him. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not after what I had just seen. He knew how much I disliked Melody. It was no secret to anyone that we weren’t fond of each other. So to see her in his arms, in my boyfriend’s arms, it crushed me.
“Don’t go. Please.”
Don’t plead, Harry. Please don’t plead. I cried again, sucking in quick short breaths. I shook my head and looked at his fingers, that were wrapped around my forearm.
“My family are waiting for me. I have to go.” I placed my hand over his and yanked his fingers free. I turned away from him, my head lowered as I walked away. I didn’t even say goodbye. There was no way that I could.
“Please call me, angel. Please.” I heard Harry say from behind me. Just hearing his voice killed me. The way he begged me to call him, like he was asking for my forgiveness. I didn’t respond and walked past the empty reception desk and out of the studio doors. The paparazzi had all but disappeared which was a relief because I didn’t want people taking pictures of me when I was in this state. Then, I realised I had to explain my red tear-stained face to my family. Great.
In the last two minutes, I had questioned everything Harry and I had done together. Our secret kisses, our romantic flirting, our loving compliments, our sweet hugs. Was it ever real? Was Melody right? As I walked over to the street where my family were, I covered my mouth with my hand and sobbed again, another couple of tears tarnishing my hot cheeks.
Was I ever his angel?
Notes
Well, what do we think? More drama! Will Kaylie forgive Harry? Was it his fault or Melody’s? You’ll see what actually happened next chapter because it’s from Harry’s POV! But now, I want to know your thoughts on this chapter!
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11/19/17