Sat on the box backstage, I felt my stomach doing flips. Was I ready for this? Honestly, I didn't feel very confident. What if they didn't like my song choice? My voice? My looks? I had to take it all into consideration. I'd been told I was last to audition. This meant the only people I was holding up, were the judges. I doubt they'd be best pleased. It wasn't just nerves, I genuinely felt sick. I wasn't the only one. Kelly was ill apparently and they'd had to bring in a guest judge. So now, as well as impressing Gary, Tulisa and Louis, I had to impress somebody I didn't know was going to be there until I saw them.
My face fell into my hands as I let out muted sobs. I heard footsteps approaching me. I looked up as I saw Dermot coming towards me. He rested a hand on my shoulder, his hand soft and comforting.
"So who do you reckon's going to be the guest judge? he asked, trying to distract me from my nerves. I thought. No matter how much I tried I couldn't come to an answer. I shrugged my shoulders. He looked down at my One Direction wristband. Before I could say anything he ran towards the stage. I just sat there, looking down at my hands. I clutched my stomach, feeling more sick than ever. I closed my eyes, hoping to god it didn't come out here. Taking my hands of my stomach, I covered my eyes again. That's when I felt a pair of hands rest on my knees. I uncovered my eyes as Harry Styles knealt down before the box, his hands on my knees.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, with such a gentle tone to his husky voice.
"I-i don't feel well..." I began, choking up from tears.
"From nerves or just illness?"
"B-both I guess." I stuttered.
"I'm sure you're going to do great." he said before standing up and pulling me into a hug.
As soon as he pulled back, he began playing with my wristband. Tugging at it and sliding it off of my wrist. He looked at it, smiling in adoration. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the stage, handing me a microphone before taking his place at the Judges table. No way. I just thought he was there to watch, to sit in the audience. He was judging? Gary soon interrupted my thoughts.
"Hi there, what's your name?" he asked me smiling.
"U...urm Leah." I said.
"So how old are you and who do you think you could be as big as?"
"I'm 17 and I'm not here to be bigger than anybody, I'm...I'm here to do what I love." I managed to say.
"In your own time." he said.
The music began and I felt my nerves disappear, I still felt sick but my nerves were settling.
'Give you this, Give you that, Blow a kiss, Take it back, If I look inside your brain...I would find lots of things, Clothes, Shoes, Diamond Rings...'
I finished the song and stood there, feeling breathless. The judges gave me there comments, but I wasn't really listening. Not to be rude. I just couldn't. It was obvious my illness was showing on my face.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked into his microphone.
I nodded my head but he wasn't convinced. He just looked at me with a disbelieving look set upon his face. The judges gave me their verdict. Louis wasn't convinced I was ready, to be honest I had to agree with him. Although the other judges disagreed with Louis and gave me a yes. So I was through. Yipee. More nerves. Why had my mum put me up for this? Feeling nauseos, I ran off stage and into the girls toilets. I locked myself into a cubicle. I heard somebody else come into the toilets.
"Leah?" A familiar voice asked.
"Yeah?" I asked meekly.
I unlocked the cubicle door, letting it swing open. Harry came in and sat down beside me. Pulling my hair behind my ears.
"Why are you in the girls toilets?" I said before forging a smile.
"Because I wasn't going to leave you alone well you were like this." he answered.
"You barely know me." I tried to tell him before emptying my guts, "this must be so attractive." I finished off.
He just looked at me, not saying anything.