Always
Just Another Day At School
Kaylie’s POV
Monday, 2nd May
The couches were a brilliant white. The room was silent. It was empty apart from one person. Harry Styles sat on one of the couches, his smile just as bright as them. He stood up as I walked towards him, my heart shaking with anxiety.
“Kaylie.” He said and wrapped me in his arms, resting his cheek on top of my head. I felt so small. Not just by the height difference but also because he was so famous and I was a nobody. I couldn’t believe I was in his presence. It was incredible.
“Take a seat.” He gestured to the other couch. I nodded and sat down, the leather texture comfortable. I rested my hands in my lap and sweat already began to build up in my palms. I was so nervous. The suspense killed me. I just wanted to know if I had done enough.
“Your audition is one that I will always remember. Your voice immediately captured me. It was a stunning performance.” Harry said with a smile.
“Thank you.” I choked out. I had butterflies in my stomach. It didn’t make me feel good. I just wanted this to be over.
“In Bootcamp, you shone. I already knew I wanted to take you to Judges’ Houses as soon as you started to sing.”
I only nodded this time.
“Your performance yesterday, both Niall and I really enjoyed. It was great to hear you do acapella because it showcases the raw beauty of your voice.”
I bit my lip and waited. Harry crossed his legs and adjusted the rings on his fingers. He sighed and looked at me with his beautiful green eyes.
“But in saying that, you’re only 18. Niall and I discussed if you are ready for this. To be thrown into the music industry so young. He and I both know it’s a cruel world and it’s hard. Will you be able to handle it?”
I felt tears blossom in my eyes but I blinked them away. I couldn’t cry. I didn’t want pity or sympathy. I just wanted to know the truth. And if the truth was I wasn’t ready, then so be it. I looked down at the floor and closed my eyes, waiting for Harry’s verdict. But it never came. All I heard was him say my name.
My eyes flung open at the sound of my alarm, which was A.M. Yes, I woke up every morning to the sound of Harry’s voice. I couldn’t help it. His voice killed me and got me up in the morning so it was a win-win.
I hated having dreams and never knowing the end of them. It really bugged me. I reached my hand over to the table beside my bed and shut off the alarm on my phone, cutting off Harry’s deep voice. I sat up and threw the sheets off my body, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
I really didn’t want to go to school today because of the excitement of what happened yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I actually like school, but today, I just didn’t feel like going. But my parents wouldn’t let me chuck a sickie over this. They would rather me go to school and brag to everyone about my audition (which I wasn’t going to do, I wasn’t vain like that).
I was a very organised person. I already had my school uniform laid out on the chair beside my wardrobe. I was a bit of a neat freak but I didn’t care. The skirt ended just above my knee and the black school shoes were comfortable for walking around the corridors all day. My white school shirt fitted me perfectly as did my black blazer and loose tie. I slipped my gold ring onto my finger and bounded down the stairs, where I was greeted by my father.
“Morning, darling.” He smiled, flipping the page of the newspaper.
“Morning, Dad.”
“Good sleep?”
I deliberated if I should tell him about my dream or not. Seeing as it had been cut short by my alarm, I decided not to.
“Yeah, I did. You?” I smiled as I walked past him, into the open kitchen.
“Very well. I’m so proud of you, Kaylie. I knew you could do it.” My father grinned at me, his blue eyes friendly.
“Thanks, Dad.” I felt so happy. To see my father smiling and saying he was proud of me was the best feeling. I was honestly fine with simply entering school competitions but now, since I had gotten into Bootcamp, I found I could do so much more. Maybe I had a chance. And I will see Harry again.
I got myself breakfast, with comprised of some cereal and a glass of fresh orange juice, and took a seat next to my father. My two older brothers had already gone to work, as it was 8:10, and my younger brother was supposed to wake up in five minutes. My mother had also gone to work. She worked for a magazine company and her job was to do the layout of each issue. I didn’t have a job and it made me feel useless. School already took up my time so I couldn’t work even if I wanted to.
“Want a ride to school?” My father asked, draining his cup of coffee. Usually, I walked to school because I lived only 20 minutes away. But my dad offered and I accepted.
“Yes, please. We taking Reece too?”
“Of course.”
Reece and I went to the same school; he was two years younger than me so he was in Year 11. I was in my last year (Year 13) then I’ll probably go to university. I wanted to get great grades so I could get into a degree of my choice.
After Reece woke up and had his breakfast, we all climbed into our father’s silver Hyundai. I shotgun the front passenger seat, much to my brother’s disgust. We got to the school in twelve minutes so it was 8:42. My brother and I had eight minutes until the first period. We immediately went our separate ways, Reece going off to join his friends outside the school gates.
I walked up the steps into the main school building, only to be pushed out of the way by someone. My bag nearly flew off my shoulders and the books in my hands fell on the ground. I leaned down and picked them up, flushing bright red.
“Morning, loser.” I heard a girl snigger. I looked up and saw Allison Manning, a smug smile on her gorgeous face. Her bastard of a boyfriend, Tate, had his arm around her waist, smirking down at me. Allison had bullied me ever since I was 14. I didn’t know what her problem was with me. I had never done anything to her to make her treat me so terribly. She was one of the popular girls at school. She was that girl every boy drooled over. Beautiful light blue eyes, short brown hair that was always in perfect condition and a slim figure. I didn’t say anything as I got my books together.
“Cat got your tongue?” Allison laughed before strutting into the school, her extremely short skirt barely covering her arse. I fought back the tears. I couldn’t cry, especially after my successful audition yesterday. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and walked through the door.
I headed towards the registration room, which is where I got my name marked off every day, and found two of my closest friends, Vanessa and Marcus, there too, waiting for the bell to ring. I called out their names and walked over to them, being welcomed by smiles and hugs.
“Kay-Kay! I knew you could do it! I just knew it!” Vanessa cried. I shushed her and looked around, hoping no-one heard her. After my audition, I had texted both her and Marcus about how I got through. Neither of them could be there because Vanessa had to attend a family gathering and Marcus had work. I understood. Their support made me just as happy as my family’s did.
“A yes from all four judges, you must have really struck a chord with them, darling.” Marcus said.
“I must’ve. They all liked my performance and that’s all I wanted.” I shrugged my shoulders with a smile. The bell sounded loudly, announcing the start of the first period. We all got our names marked off and headed off to our first class. Vanessa and I were in the same class but Marcus wasn’t so we said we’d see him when the break came.
English was first for the day. We filed into the room, Vanessa dragging me to the back of the room. We set our bags and books down and waited for the teacher to arrive.
“I didn’t want to ask this in front of Marcus. So tell me, how much hotter is Harry Styles in the flesh?”
I blushed. I knew she would ask that! I was so glad to call Vanessa my friend. She gave me boy advice, as she had three ex-boyfriends and me, I had never been on a date in my life. She tried to hook me up a few times with boys in our year but I turned them all down. They weren’t right for me. If Marcus wasn’t gay, I thought he and Vanessa would make a cute couple.
“He was…very sweet.” I said.
“That is not what I asked. How hot is he?” Vanessa pressed on.
“On a scale from 1 to 10?” I raised my eyebrow.
She nodded.
“100.” I smiled and before Vanessa could respond, the teacher walked into the room and class began.
0*0
School was normal. Vanessa and I went from class to class until it was finally time for lunch. We made our way to the canteen. I quickly grabbed some food and headed off to find a table while Vanessa took her time choosing what to have. I spotted Marcus at one and waved at him, walking over to his table.
“Hey, darling.” He smiled at me as I sat down.
“Hey. Class good?”
“Girl, I can’t wait to leave! Looking forward to our long break in July.” He sighed, turning a bright red apple around in his hands. Marcus was completely camp but honestly, he was the kindest boy in the whole school. I had met both him and Vanessa when we were all 14 and we’ve been inseparable ever since. The bullying had started on my first day of high school and it got even worse when everyone found out I was best friends with a gay guy. Gays make the best of friends and I was glad to have Marcus in my life. He was always there when I needed him or if I wanted to talk about something. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than him.
“Yeah, me too.” We all only had one more year left and then that’s it. I was free to go to university and live my life. My thoughts turned back to my audition yesterday. The smile on Harry’s face, his long curls beautifully washed, the sparkle of his green eyes… I could go on and on and on. I was brought back to reality by Vanessa dumping her food on the table, dropping her bag to the floor and grinning at me.
“Thinking about a certain Mr. Harry Styles?” She laughed.
“Shut up, Ness.” I blushed and placed all of my attention on my food. I was just about to take a bite of my sandwich when Marcus grabbed my wrist.
“Tell us everything, darling!”
“What is there to tell? I got through to Bootcamp and I am so happy about that.” I said, slapping Marcus’s hand away and starting to eat my sandwich. I reiterated the fact that I didn’t need to say anything else but my friends weren’t done with me.
“Come on, Kaylie, I’m gay and I fucking fancy the hell out of Harry.” Marcus said.
“Too bad for you, Marcus. Harry’s straight.” Vanessa giggled
“I know, dammit. He’s really hot in person, right, Kaylie?” Marcus asked me.
“Why are you just talking about his looks? Have you considered how nice he is? It’s not all about what a guy looks like.” I rolled my eyes.
“I know. But looks are definitely important. Tell me, would you go out with an ugly person with acne and a huge nose?” Marcus raised an eyebrow at me. I blushed furiously and returned to eating my sandwich, avoiding eye contact with both of my friends.
“Thought so.” I heard Marcus laugh. As they talked about Harry and his “mind-blowing” sex appeal, I lost myself in my thoughts. Are they suggesting I would go out with Harry? I mean, of course I would, but it would never happen. Harry was a huge superstar who could have any girl he wanted. A tall blonde-haired model with a skinny body or another singer, also tall and perfect. Nothing like me. I was too ordinary and I’m sure if I told Harry I liked him, he wouldn’t say the same back to me.
0*0
The walk back home was done in isolation as was per usual. I had my small bag strapped around my shoulders while I clutched my books to my chest. Even though it was a short walk home, I decided to listen to some music. Earphones were plugged into my ears and I went through my iTunes, quickly picking the first song to listen to. I smiled when I came across one of my favourite One Direction songs, I Want To Write You A Song. I fell in love with it the moment I heard it and the subject matter was beyond cute. The song started and I was welcomed by the sound of Harry’s gentle voice.
I want to write you a song
One as beautiful as you are sweet
With just a hint of pain
For the feeling that I get when you are gone
I want to write you a song
I sang along quietly to myself, wondering if I would ever hear the song live. The night I went to a One Direction concert made me so happy. Seeing the four boys made me smile. They made me extremely happy and proud to be who I was. I was still obsessed with the way Harry’s eyes sparkled when he voted me through to Bootcamp. Just the way he looked at me… It was a moment I would never ever forget.
Just when the second chorus of the song came, I saw a car slowing down on the road beside me. I kept my music playing when I saw who was in the car. First of all, it wasn’t just a car. It was a bright silver Jaguar and it looked extremely expensive. I knew I would never be in a car like that. Ever. I looked away from Allison and Tate and continued to walk down the street.
I thought they would just drive off but no. The next thing I heard was a loud beep. Tate had obviously beeped the horn. I knew he wouldn’t stop if I didn’t acknowledge them. So being the stupid gullible girl I was, I paused the song and removed my earphones.
“What?” I tried my best to snap in a bitchy way.
“Ooh, look at Kaylie trying to be angry.” Allison laughed.
“I don’t have time for you. And you shouldn’t slow down in the middle of the road. It’s dangerous.” I said. Frankly, I wouldn’t care less if another car rammed into them, but being nice, even to my bullies, was something that always overpowered me.
“Pfft, I don’t care. Now that you auditioned for The X Factor, you think you can order everybody about?” Allison scoffed.
“I…”
“You probably didn’t even get through, did you?” Tate laughed.
“Actually, I…” But I was interrupted again.
“No-one would ever make you a star. Let alone Simon Cowell or Harry Styles. They probably hated you.” Allison laughed along with her boyfriend.
Their words stung. I could feel my eyes water and my cheeks turn pink. What they said wasn’t true but it still hurt. It would always hurt. I walked down the street and turned my head away from the car, placing one earphone in my ear.
“See you tomorrow, loser.” Allison cackled and the car sped off, the engine roaring as it disappeared from my sight.
I put the other earphone in my ear and fought back tears. I skipped the song and looked for another one. A song that would make me feel better. When I saw Perfect, I pressed ‘Play’ and let the One Direction boys tell me the things I needed to hear.
When I got home, Reece was already upstairs in his room, my other brothers were still at work and so were my parents. I dropped my bag beside the couch and placed my books on the coffee table. I went into the open kitchen to get myself a glass of water and that’s when I saw an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Hmm, I wonder who this is from? The answer to my question came to me when I flipped the envelope over to see The X Factor logo on the back with all my address details and my name.
I opened the envelope with excitement, forgetting about everything Allison and Tate had said to me. Inside was a typed letter for me, telling me all the information about Bootcamp. Where it was going to be, when it was happening, what I had to do. I was so ecstatic and let out a huge squeal, clutching the letter to my chest. I couldn’t wait to tell the rest of my family when they got home. All of my sad and negative thoughts flew out of my head, replaced with happy and excited ones. A smile spread across my face when I realised something else.
I’m going to see Harry again.
Monday, 2nd May
The couches were a brilliant white. The room was silent. It was empty apart from one person. Harry Styles sat on one of the couches, his smile just as bright as them. He stood up as I walked towards him, my heart shaking with anxiety.
“Kaylie.” He said and wrapped me in his arms, resting his cheek on top of my head. I felt so small. Not just by the height difference but also because he was so famous and I was a nobody. I couldn’t believe I was in his presence. It was incredible.
“Take a seat.” He gestured to the other couch. I nodded and sat down, the leather texture comfortable. I rested my hands in my lap and sweat already began to build up in my palms. I was so nervous. The suspense killed me. I just wanted to know if I had done enough.
“Your audition is one that I will always remember. Your voice immediately captured me. It was a stunning performance.” Harry said with a smile.
“Thank you.” I choked out. I had butterflies in my stomach. It didn’t make me feel good. I just wanted this to be over.
“In Bootcamp, you shone. I already knew I wanted to take you to Judges’ Houses as soon as you started to sing.”
I only nodded this time.
“Your performance yesterday, both Niall and I really enjoyed. It was great to hear you do acapella because it showcases the raw beauty of your voice.”
I bit my lip and waited. Harry crossed his legs and adjusted the rings on his fingers. He sighed and looked at me with his beautiful green eyes.
“But in saying that, you’re only 18. Niall and I discussed if you are ready for this. To be thrown into the music industry so young. He and I both know it’s a cruel world and it’s hard. Will you be able to handle it?”
I felt tears blossom in my eyes but I blinked them away. I couldn’t cry. I didn’t want pity or sympathy. I just wanted to know the truth. And if the truth was I wasn’t ready, then so be it. I looked down at the floor and closed my eyes, waiting for Harry’s verdict. But it never came. All I heard was him say my name.
My eyes flung open at the sound of my alarm, which was A.M. Yes, I woke up every morning to the sound of Harry’s voice. I couldn’t help it. His voice killed me and got me up in the morning so it was a win-win.
I hated having dreams and never knowing the end of them. It really bugged me. I reached my hand over to the table beside my bed and shut off the alarm on my phone, cutting off Harry’s deep voice. I sat up and threw the sheets off my body, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
I really didn’t want to go to school today because of the excitement of what happened yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I actually like school, but today, I just didn’t feel like going. But my parents wouldn’t let me chuck a sickie over this. They would rather me go to school and brag to everyone about my audition (which I wasn’t going to do, I wasn’t vain like that).
I was a very organised person. I already had my school uniform laid out on the chair beside my wardrobe. I was a bit of a neat freak but I didn’t care. The skirt ended just above my knee and the black school shoes were comfortable for walking around the corridors all day. My white school shirt fitted me perfectly as did my black blazer and loose tie. I slipped my gold ring onto my finger and bounded down the stairs, where I was greeted by my father.
“Morning, darling.” He smiled, flipping the page of the newspaper.
“Morning, Dad.”
“Good sleep?”
I deliberated if I should tell him about my dream or not. Seeing as it had been cut short by my alarm, I decided not to.
“Yeah, I did. You?” I smiled as I walked past him, into the open kitchen.
“Very well. I’m so proud of you, Kaylie. I knew you could do it.” My father grinned at me, his blue eyes friendly.
“Thanks, Dad.” I felt so happy. To see my father smiling and saying he was proud of me was the best feeling. I was honestly fine with simply entering school competitions but now, since I had gotten into Bootcamp, I found I could do so much more. Maybe I had a chance. And I will see Harry again.
I got myself breakfast, with comprised of some cereal and a glass of fresh orange juice, and took a seat next to my father. My two older brothers had already gone to work, as it was 8:10, and my younger brother was supposed to wake up in five minutes. My mother had also gone to work. She worked for a magazine company and her job was to do the layout of each issue. I didn’t have a job and it made me feel useless. School already took up my time so I couldn’t work even if I wanted to.
“Want a ride to school?” My father asked, draining his cup of coffee. Usually, I walked to school because I lived only 20 minutes away. But my dad offered and I accepted.
“Yes, please. We taking Reece too?”
“Of course.”
Reece and I went to the same school; he was two years younger than me so he was in Year 11. I was in my last year (Year 13) then I’ll probably go to university. I wanted to get great grades so I could get into a degree of my choice.
After Reece woke up and had his breakfast, we all climbed into our father’s silver Hyundai. I shotgun the front passenger seat, much to my brother’s disgust. We got to the school in twelve minutes so it was 8:42. My brother and I had eight minutes until the first period. We immediately went our separate ways, Reece going off to join his friends outside the school gates.
I walked up the steps into the main school building, only to be pushed out of the way by someone. My bag nearly flew off my shoulders and the books in my hands fell on the ground. I leaned down and picked them up, flushing bright red.
“Morning, loser.” I heard a girl snigger. I looked up and saw Allison Manning, a smug smile on her gorgeous face. Her bastard of a boyfriend, Tate, had his arm around her waist, smirking down at me. Allison had bullied me ever since I was 14. I didn’t know what her problem was with me. I had never done anything to her to make her treat me so terribly. She was one of the popular girls at school. She was that girl every boy drooled over. Beautiful light blue eyes, short brown hair that was always in perfect condition and a slim figure. I didn’t say anything as I got my books together.
“Cat got your tongue?” Allison laughed before strutting into the school, her extremely short skirt barely covering her arse. I fought back the tears. I couldn’t cry, especially after my successful audition yesterday. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and walked through the door.
I headed towards the registration room, which is where I got my name marked off every day, and found two of my closest friends, Vanessa and Marcus, there too, waiting for the bell to ring. I called out their names and walked over to them, being welcomed by smiles and hugs.
“Kay-Kay! I knew you could do it! I just knew it!” Vanessa cried. I shushed her and looked around, hoping no-one heard her. After my audition, I had texted both her and Marcus about how I got through. Neither of them could be there because Vanessa had to attend a family gathering and Marcus had work. I understood. Their support made me just as happy as my family’s did.
“A yes from all four judges, you must have really struck a chord with them, darling.” Marcus said.
“I must’ve. They all liked my performance and that’s all I wanted.” I shrugged my shoulders with a smile. The bell sounded loudly, announcing the start of the first period. We all got our names marked off and headed off to our first class. Vanessa and I were in the same class but Marcus wasn’t so we said we’d see him when the break came.
English was first for the day. We filed into the room, Vanessa dragging me to the back of the room. We set our bags and books down and waited for the teacher to arrive.
“I didn’t want to ask this in front of Marcus. So tell me, how much hotter is Harry Styles in the flesh?”
I blushed. I knew she would ask that! I was so glad to call Vanessa my friend. She gave me boy advice, as she had three ex-boyfriends and me, I had never been on a date in my life. She tried to hook me up a few times with boys in our year but I turned them all down. They weren’t right for me. If Marcus wasn’t gay, I thought he and Vanessa would make a cute couple.
“He was…very sweet.” I said.
“That is not what I asked. How hot is he?” Vanessa pressed on.
“On a scale from 1 to 10?” I raised my eyebrow.
She nodded.
“100.” I smiled and before Vanessa could respond, the teacher walked into the room and class began.
0*0
School was normal. Vanessa and I went from class to class until it was finally time for lunch. We made our way to the canteen. I quickly grabbed some food and headed off to find a table while Vanessa took her time choosing what to have. I spotted Marcus at one and waved at him, walking over to his table.
“Hey, darling.” He smiled at me as I sat down.
“Hey. Class good?”
“Girl, I can’t wait to leave! Looking forward to our long break in July.” He sighed, turning a bright red apple around in his hands. Marcus was completely camp but honestly, he was the kindest boy in the whole school. I had met both him and Vanessa when we were all 14 and we’ve been inseparable ever since. The bullying had started on my first day of high school and it got even worse when everyone found out I was best friends with a gay guy. Gays make the best of friends and I was glad to have Marcus in my life. He was always there when I needed him or if I wanted to talk about something. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than him.
“Yeah, me too.” We all only had one more year left and then that’s it. I was free to go to university and live my life. My thoughts turned back to my audition yesterday. The smile on Harry’s face, his long curls beautifully washed, the sparkle of his green eyes… I could go on and on and on. I was brought back to reality by Vanessa dumping her food on the table, dropping her bag to the floor and grinning at me.
“Thinking about a certain Mr. Harry Styles?” She laughed.
“Shut up, Ness.” I blushed and placed all of my attention on my food. I was just about to take a bite of my sandwich when Marcus grabbed my wrist.
“Tell us everything, darling!”
“What is there to tell? I got through to Bootcamp and I am so happy about that.” I said, slapping Marcus’s hand away and starting to eat my sandwich. I reiterated the fact that I didn’t need to say anything else but my friends weren’t done with me.
“Come on, Kaylie, I’m gay and I fucking fancy the hell out of Harry.” Marcus said.
“Too bad for you, Marcus. Harry’s straight.” Vanessa giggled
“I know, dammit. He’s really hot in person, right, Kaylie?” Marcus asked me.
“Why are you just talking about his looks? Have you considered how nice he is? It’s not all about what a guy looks like.” I rolled my eyes.
“I know. But looks are definitely important. Tell me, would you go out with an ugly person with acne and a huge nose?” Marcus raised an eyebrow at me. I blushed furiously and returned to eating my sandwich, avoiding eye contact with both of my friends.
“Thought so.” I heard Marcus laugh. As they talked about Harry and his “mind-blowing” sex appeal, I lost myself in my thoughts. Are they suggesting I would go out with Harry? I mean, of course I would, but it would never happen. Harry was a huge superstar who could have any girl he wanted. A tall blonde-haired model with a skinny body or another singer, also tall and perfect. Nothing like me. I was too ordinary and I’m sure if I told Harry I liked him, he wouldn’t say the same back to me.
0*0
The walk back home was done in isolation as was per usual. I had my small bag strapped around my shoulders while I clutched my books to my chest. Even though it was a short walk home, I decided to listen to some music. Earphones were plugged into my ears and I went through my iTunes, quickly picking the first song to listen to. I smiled when I came across one of my favourite One Direction songs, I Want To Write You A Song. I fell in love with it the moment I heard it and the subject matter was beyond cute. The song started and I was welcomed by the sound of Harry’s gentle voice.
I want to write you a song
One as beautiful as you are sweet
With just a hint of pain
For the feeling that I get when you are gone
I want to write you a song
I sang along quietly to myself, wondering if I would ever hear the song live. The night I went to a One Direction concert made me so happy. Seeing the four boys made me smile. They made me extremely happy and proud to be who I was. I was still obsessed with the way Harry’s eyes sparkled when he voted me through to Bootcamp. Just the way he looked at me… It was a moment I would never ever forget.
Just when the second chorus of the song came, I saw a car slowing down on the road beside me. I kept my music playing when I saw who was in the car. First of all, it wasn’t just a car. It was a bright silver Jaguar and it looked extremely expensive. I knew I would never be in a car like that. Ever. I looked away from Allison and Tate and continued to walk down the street.
I thought they would just drive off but no. The next thing I heard was a loud beep. Tate had obviously beeped the horn. I knew he wouldn’t stop if I didn’t acknowledge them. So being the stupid gullible girl I was, I paused the song and removed my earphones.
“What?” I tried my best to snap in a bitchy way.
“Ooh, look at Kaylie trying to be angry.” Allison laughed.
“I don’t have time for you. And you shouldn’t slow down in the middle of the road. It’s dangerous.” I said. Frankly, I wouldn’t care less if another car rammed into them, but being nice, even to my bullies, was something that always overpowered me.
“Pfft, I don’t care. Now that you auditioned for The X Factor, you think you can order everybody about?” Allison scoffed.
“I…”
“You probably didn’t even get through, did you?” Tate laughed.
“Actually, I…” But I was interrupted again.
“No-one would ever make you a star. Let alone Simon Cowell or Harry Styles. They probably hated you.” Allison laughed along with her boyfriend.
Their words stung. I could feel my eyes water and my cheeks turn pink. What they said wasn’t true but it still hurt. It would always hurt. I walked down the street and turned my head away from the car, placing one earphone in my ear.
“See you tomorrow, loser.” Allison cackled and the car sped off, the engine roaring as it disappeared from my sight.
I put the other earphone in my ear and fought back tears. I skipped the song and looked for another one. A song that would make me feel better. When I saw Perfect, I pressed ‘Play’ and let the One Direction boys tell me the things I needed to hear.
When I got home, Reece was already upstairs in his room, my other brothers were still at work and so were my parents. I dropped my bag beside the couch and placed my books on the coffee table. I went into the open kitchen to get myself a glass of water and that’s when I saw an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Hmm, I wonder who this is from? The answer to my question came to me when I flipped the envelope over to see The X Factor logo on the back with all my address details and my name.
I opened the envelope with excitement, forgetting about everything Allison and Tate had said to me. Inside was a typed letter for me, telling me all the information about Bootcamp. Where it was going to be, when it was happening, what I had to do. I was so ecstatic and let out a huge squeal, clutching the letter to my chest. I couldn’t wait to tell the rest of my family when they got home. All of my sad and negative thoughts flew out of my head, replaced with happy and excited ones. A smile spread across my face when I realised something else.
I’m going to see Harry again.
Notes
Sorry for not updating for a week! These introductory chapters are a nightmare for me but from Judges’ Houses onwards, I’ve got everything planned out. Bit of a crappy update, but I needed to show what Kaylie’s school life is like. I did research on English schools but if you found any mistakes, please let me know and I’ll fix them. Vote, subscribe and comment, I hope you’re enjoying the story so far :)
On another note, I am basing Marcus off a friend I met literally only a couple of days ago. He’s so sweet and camp and I love him!
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11/19/17