Always
Rehearsals – Week 4: Part 1
Kaylie’s POV
Monday, 10th October
The time it took me to rush out of school to my rehearsal was a new record for me. I was already late anyway because my class ran overtime. I had to belt home in a sprint, get changed and catch the tube like I always did.
My rehearsal start time was 2pm but I arrived at 2:16. I felt so tardy and ran down the corridors until I reached the auditorium. I burst through the door and slammed into a body, almost knocking myself off my own feet. A pair of arms wrapped around me, steadying me on my feet, followed by a deep English drawl that I adored.
“Whoa, slow down, Kaylie.”
I looked up and my eyes fell upon my gorgeous mentor. His long curls looked freshly washed and healthy, his green eyes sending my heart aflutter as a swarm of butterflies flew around in my stomach. My hands rested on his chest as I stared up at him in awe, wondering why this flawless man was mine to cherish and love. I didn’t realise I had been gazing at him for so long until he stroked my cheek gently, pulling me back into reality.
“You’re flushed.” Harry smiled. I knew my cheeks were pink, the blood was hot beneath my fair skin and my heartbeat was racing.
“S-Sorry I’m late. My class ran overtime and I ran here from the train station. I wanted to get here as soon as possible. I’m sorry, I should have texted you. I…” I said hurriedly, trying to catch my breath but it was difficult because of the fine specimen of a man standing right in front of me. Harry gripped my upper arms and breathed slowly, relaxing me.
“Calm down. It’s OK, Kaylie. I was late too actually. Was just about to fetch our lyric sheets.” He laughed deeply and I melted. His arms fell away from my arms and he told me he’d be back in a flash. His shoulder brushed against my body as he walked out of the door and into the corridor, ruffling his glorious curls.
I took a deep breath and gripped the strap of my handbag (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_rehearsals_week_part/set?id=210739765), my eyes scanning the auditorium to see if anyone had been around to see our interaction. Fortunately, the camera crew hadn’t been called in yet and the pianist was nowhere in sight. How are we so lucky that we never get caught? Maybe we are…meant to be together? I knew for sure that Harry was the man I had been waiting for my whole life. After 18 years, he was the one who treated me with adoration, respect and affection. Everything I wanted and more. But will he ever love me?
I walked up onto the stage and dropped my handbag down by the piano. I heard footsteps and looked up to see the camera crew flooding into the auditorium with booms and microphones and cameras. Cameron was among them, rushing up to the stage to join me, sheets of piano music in his hand.
“Hi, Cameron.” I smiled.
“Hey there. You ready for another week?” He asked, sitting down on the piano seat.
“I hope so. Depends on what song Harry has given me.”
“You’ll love it, don’t worry.” Cameron reassured me, setting the piano sheets in front of him, running his fingers up and down the keys in an impromptu tune. His words had me intrigued as to what song I was going to be singing. I took off my coat and draped it over the piano, adjusting the sleeves of my plaid shirt. I had only waited less than two minutes when my mentor appeared by my side, his dress shirt showcasing his tattoos. Whenever I was around him, my heart always changed its beat and a smile tugged at my lips. And he wants me. That’s what made me smile. That this beautiful famous man wanted me more than anybody else. It only made me love him even more, so much that my heart burned.
“Right. You ready, Kaylie?” Harry turned to me. I nodded and the crew got to work on recording our rehearsal.
0*0
I loved the theme for this week: ‘Previous X Factor Winners’. I loved the song choice too but it was by one of the biggest groups in the world, Little Mix. How can I sing a group song on my own? But the lyrics really related to me and I couldn’t ask Harry to give me another song so I just went with it. With musical assistance from Cameron and the guidance of my mentor, I sung the first verse.
“She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror to the floor.
Her image is distorted screaming, "Is it worth it anymore?"
No-oh-oh.
Are you scared of the things that they might put you through?
Does it make you wanna hide the inner you?”
I looked up at Harry to see him smiling, urging me to continue. My eyes returned to the lyrics on the sheet of paper and I moved my free hand around to the soft beat of the piano.
“You're not the only one so let them criticize, oh oh oh oh.
You're untouchable when you realize, oh oh oh.
Change, change your life, take it all.
We're gonna stick together, know we'll get through it all.
Change, change your life, take it all.
You're gonna use it to become what you've always known.
Become what you've always known.”
The music stopped and my voice faded. I started to get emotional and if I was being honest, I didn’t know the true reason why. Harry commended me on doing a great job and asked me to sing from the top again. My gaze latched onto him and I saw his face fall when he realised I had tears in my eyes. Why do I always cry? I couldn’t let the cameras capture this so I dropped the lyric sheets on the piano and turned around, rushing off the stage.
I heard Harry tell the crew to stop recording and his footsteps followed me. I jogged down the corridor as tears poured down my face, hot and salty. Is this crying even worth it? I asked myself. I wiped my cheeks with my hands and gasped when a long arm grabbed me from behind, wrapping around my waist.
“What is it, angel? Tell me what’s wrong.” My boyfriend’s beautiful deep voice whispered in my ear. Just hearing his voice made the tears resurface and I felt so vulnerable.
“In here, come on.” He said and I heard the creak of a door. He guided me inside a room that I discovered was a small storage space for performance outfits. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs rubbing away my tears. I couldn’t even look at him, not when I was in this state. I looked at his chest, grabbing his cross necklace, twirling the pendant in my fingers.
“Look at me, angel.”
I bit my lip and slowly raised my eyes up to his, his face glowing underneath the artificial light. My vision was blurry because of my tears but I could still clearly see his beauty. The way the light caught the curve of his cheekbone and how his jawline moved whenever he swallowed. I choked out a sob as he stroked my cheeks.
“Why are you crying? You were doing so well.” Harry whispered.
“I d-d-don’t know why. Just…singing the song, it hit me just how much my life has changed over these past five months. My dream is coming true and I’ve met you and so many other amazing people. Harry, you’ve c-c-changed my life and I couldn’t be more grateful.”
The man I loved stared down at me softly and pressed a warm kiss to my forehead. My lips trembled and curled my hands against his chest, the softness of his warm lips on my skin a wonderful feeling. Harry kissed all the way down to my cheek, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
“Oh, my sweet angel.” He said before pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was full of affection, making me cling to him. My arms locked around his neck, pulling him to me, as he deepened the kiss. Tell him now, Kaylie. Tell him how you feel. My mind told me. I moaned and pushed him up against the closed door as he slid his leg in between both of mine. This man was for me and I should tell him how deeply I care for him, trust him, love him. But this wasn’t a perfect moment. I was crying. I was a mess. I wanted to tell him with a smile on my face in a private place that wasn’t in the studios. While this could be a perfect moment, us kissing, pouring our hearts into our tongues and lips, I didn’t feel like I could divulge those three words in a storage room. It just didn’t seem right.
I wrapped my fingers around Harry’s wrists as the kiss broke, sighing when he rested my forehead against mine. This is what felt right. Just the two of us alone, with no-one to break us apart. My breathing was gentle but my heartbeat sped up, just from being in his presence.
“You have changed my life, Kaylie.”
I opened my eyes to see that his were also open, bright sparkling green. Now I couldn’t look away. He was like the sun, too bright for me to handle but still, I was magnetised.
“I never thought that being a judge on this show would allow me the chance to fall for a wonderful young woman like you. I feel very lucky to have found you, in this crazy experience. You’ve opened my eyes, angel, to what could be.”
His voice sounded even more stunning when he whispered. His words lit up my heart and I smiled up at him. He feels lucky? I’m the lucky one here, not him. Never in a million years did I think Harry would even be interested in me. I offered nothing special but to him, I was special and that made my entire body fill up with delight.
I placed my left hand on his neck and went up on my tiptoes, pressing a long lingering kiss to his cheek. I heard him sigh as his arms locked around my waist, holding me close. Harry Styles was everything to me. Everything I wanted but didn’t deserve. What he saw in me, I’d never understand but I wanted to be with him more than anything else in the world. Winning this competition wasn’t the most important thing to me. He was.
My arms curled around his shoulders, embracing him tightly. He buried his face in my neck, keeping our chests pressed together. Each hug was better than the last. His hugs turned my day around and made me feel safe. There was no better place than Harry’s arms. His arms were my heaven, my paradise, my home. I knew I belonged there. We stood there, hugging each other like it was the last time we would be together. I was perfectly content and never wanted to leave, just happy being here with Harry. But what happened next shocked me.
They were the words I had always wanted to hear him say. They were the words I had wanted to tell him for so long. But Harry beat me to it. My heart wept with complete happiness when I heard him say those three words.
“I love you.”
Monday, 10th October
The time it took me to rush out of school to my rehearsal was a new record for me. I was already late anyway because my class ran overtime. I had to belt home in a sprint, get changed and catch the tube like I always did.
My rehearsal start time was 2pm but I arrived at 2:16. I felt so tardy and ran down the corridors until I reached the auditorium. I burst through the door and slammed into a body, almost knocking myself off my own feet. A pair of arms wrapped around me, steadying me on my feet, followed by a deep English drawl that I adored.
“Whoa, slow down, Kaylie.”
I looked up and my eyes fell upon my gorgeous mentor. His long curls looked freshly washed and healthy, his green eyes sending my heart aflutter as a swarm of butterflies flew around in my stomach. My hands rested on his chest as I stared up at him in awe, wondering why this flawless man was mine to cherish and love. I didn’t realise I had been gazing at him for so long until he stroked my cheek gently, pulling me back into reality.
“You’re flushed.” Harry smiled. I knew my cheeks were pink, the blood was hot beneath my fair skin and my heartbeat was racing.
“S-Sorry I’m late. My class ran overtime and I ran here from the train station. I wanted to get here as soon as possible. I’m sorry, I should have texted you. I…” I said hurriedly, trying to catch my breath but it was difficult because of the fine specimen of a man standing right in front of me. Harry gripped my upper arms and breathed slowly, relaxing me.
“Calm down. It’s OK, Kaylie. I was late too actually. Was just about to fetch our lyric sheets.” He laughed deeply and I melted. His arms fell away from my arms and he told me he’d be back in a flash. His shoulder brushed against my body as he walked out of the door and into the corridor, ruffling his glorious curls.
I took a deep breath and gripped the strap of my handbag (http://www.polyvore.com/kaylie_rehearsals_week_part/set?id=210739765), my eyes scanning the auditorium to see if anyone had been around to see our interaction. Fortunately, the camera crew hadn’t been called in yet and the pianist was nowhere in sight. How are we so lucky that we never get caught? Maybe we are…meant to be together? I knew for sure that Harry was the man I had been waiting for my whole life. After 18 years, he was the one who treated me with adoration, respect and affection. Everything I wanted and more. But will he ever love me?
I walked up onto the stage and dropped my handbag down by the piano. I heard footsteps and looked up to see the camera crew flooding into the auditorium with booms and microphones and cameras. Cameron was among them, rushing up to the stage to join me, sheets of piano music in his hand.
“Hi, Cameron.” I smiled.
“Hey there. You ready for another week?” He asked, sitting down on the piano seat.
“I hope so. Depends on what song Harry has given me.”
“You’ll love it, don’t worry.” Cameron reassured me, setting the piano sheets in front of him, running his fingers up and down the keys in an impromptu tune. His words had me intrigued as to what song I was going to be singing. I took off my coat and draped it over the piano, adjusting the sleeves of my plaid shirt. I had only waited less than two minutes when my mentor appeared by my side, his dress shirt showcasing his tattoos. Whenever I was around him, my heart always changed its beat and a smile tugged at my lips. And he wants me. That’s what made me smile. That this beautiful famous man wanted me more than anybody else. It only made me love him even more, so much that my heart burned.
“Right. You ready, Kaylie?” Harry turned to me. I nodded and the crew got to work on recording our rehearsal.
0*0
I loved the theme for this week: ‘Previous X Factor Winners’. I loved the song choice too but it was by one of the biggest groups in the world, Little Mix. How can I sing a group song on my own? But the lyrics really related to me and I couldn’t ask Harry to give me another song so I just went with it. With musical assistance from Cameron and the guidance of my mentor, I sung the first verse.
“She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror to the floor.
Her image is distorted screaming, "Is it worth it anymore?"
No-oh-oh.
Are you scared of the things that they might put you through?
Does it make you wanna hide the inner you?”
I looked up at Harry to see him smiling, urging me to continue. My eyes returned to the lyrics on the sheet of paper and I moved my free hand around to the soft beat of the piano.
“You're not the only one so let them criticize, oh oh oh oh.
You're untouchable when you realize, oh oh oh.
Change, change your life, take it all.
We're gonna stick together, know we'll get through it all.
Change, change your life, take it all.
You're gonna use it to become what you've always known.
Become what you've always known.”
The music stopped and my voice faded. I started to get emotional and if I was being honest, I didn’t know the true reason why. Harry commended me on doing a great job and asked me to sing from the top again. My gaze latched onto him and I saw his face fall when he realised I had tears in my eyes. Why do I always cry? I couldn’t let the cameras capture this so I dropped the lyric sheets on the piano and turned around, rushing off the stage.
I heard Harry tell the crew to stop recording and his footsteps followed me. I jogged down the corridor as tears poured down my face, hot and salty. Is this crying even worth it? I asked myself. I wiped my cheeks with my hands and gasped when a long arm grabbed me from behind, wrapping around my waist.
“What is it, angel? Tell me what’s wrong.” My boyfriend’s beautiful deep voice whispered in my ear. Just hearing his voice made the tears resurface and I felt so vulnerable.
“In here, come on.” He said and I heard the creak of a door. He guided me inside a room that I discovered was a small storage space for performance outfits. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs rubbing away my tears. I couldn’t even look at him, not when I was in this state. I looked at his chest, grabbing his cross necklace, twirling the pendant in my fingers.
“Look at me, angel.”
I bit my lip and slowly raised my eyes up to his, his face glowing underneath the artificial light. My vision was blurry because of my tears but I could still clearly see his beauty. The way the light caught the curve of his cheekbone and how his jawline moved whenever he swallowed. I choked out a sob as he stroked my cheeks.
“Why are you crying? You were doing so well.” Harry whispered.
“I d-d-don’t know why. Just…singing the song, it hit me just how much my life has changed over these past five months. My dream is coming true and I’ve met you and so many other amazing people. Harry, you’ve c-c-changed my life and I couldn’t be more grateful.”
The man I loved stared down at me softly and pressed a warm kiss to my forehead. My lips trembled and curled my hands against his chest, the softness of his warm lips on my skin a wonderful feeling. Harry kissed all the way down to my cheek, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
“Oh, my sweet angel.” He said before pressing his lips to mine. His kiss was full of affection, making me cling to him. My arms locked around his neck, pulling him to me, as he deepened the kiss. Tell him now, Kaylie. Tell him how you feel. My mind told me. I moaned and pushed him up against the closed door as he slid his leg in between both of mine. This man was for me and I should tell him how deeply I care for him, trust him, love him. But this wasn’t a perfect moment. I was crying. I was a mess. I wanted to tell him with a smile on my face in a private place that wasn’t in the studios. While this could be a perfect moment, us kissing, pouring our hearts into our tongues and lips, I didn’t feel like I could divulge those three words in a storage room. It just didn’t seem right.
I wrapped my fingers around Harry’s wrists as the kiss broke, sighing when he rested my forehead against mine. This is what felt right. Just the two of us alone, with no-one to break us apart. My breathing was gentle but my heartbeat sped up, just from being in his presence.
“You have changed my life, Kaylie.”
I opened my eyes to see that his were also open, bright sparkling green. Now I couldn’t look away. He was like the sun, too bright for me to handle but still, I was magnetised.
“I never thought that being a judge on this show would allow me the chance to fall for a wonderful young woman like you. I feel very lucky to have found you, in this crazy experience. You’ve opened my eyes, angel, to what could be.”
His voice sounded even more stunning when he whispered. His words lit up my heart and I smiled up at him. He feels lucky? I’m the lucky one here, not him. Never in a million years did I think Harry would even be interested in me. I offered nothing special but to him, I was special and that made my entire body fill up with delight.
I placed my left hand on his neck and went up on my tiptoes, pressing a long lingering kiss to his cheek. I heard him sigh as his arms locked around my waist, holding me close. Harry Styles was everything to me. Everything I wanted but didn’t deserve. What he saw in me, I’d never understand but I wanted to be with him more than anything else in the world. Winning this competition wasn’t the most important thing to me. He was.
My arms curled around his shoulders, embracing him tightly. He buried his face in my neck, keeping our chests pressed together. Each hug was better than the last. His hugs turned my day around and made me feel safe. There was no better place than Harry’s arms. His arms were my heaven, my paradise, my home. I knew I belonged there. We stood there, hugging each other like it was the last time we would be together. I was perfectly content and never wanted to leave, just happy being here with Harry. But what happened next shocked me.
They were the words I had always wanted to hear him say. They were the words I had wanted to tell him for so long. But Harry beat me to it. My heart wept with complete happiness when I heard him say those three words.
“I love you.”
Notes
Well…there you go :P
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11/19/17