"Well tell us your name love," Simon called from behind the table, and Louis smiled encouragingly. I smiled shyly, and used my hand to push my bangs back.

"My name is Emily Rosedale, I'm 16 and I work at a convenience store." I replied, smiling at the panel of judges, along with guest judge Katy Perry. They smiled back at me, but they were curious as to what was going to happen. The person before me had simply shouted, and almost made Cheryl choke on her water.

"Well go on, what are you singing for us?" Louis asked, and I glanced at the sound guy who I had handed my c.d. to. He nodded, and I took one final breath before smiling confidently at the panel.

"Gives You Hell by the All-American Rejects." I responded, before Simon made a hand gesture and the opening cords began. I shut my eyes as I started singing, getting into the song.

I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

I opened my eyes to see Simon make another hand gesture, and the music ceased. The judges all smiled at me, but I knew that it could have been pity smiles. I swallowed the lump in my throat before Louis began talking.

"Emily, that was amazing. You're young, and I see a bright future ahead of you. I really feel that if you waited another year and made your voice stronger you'd achieve a lot." He said, a sad smile on his face, and I nodded, accepting the criticism and making a mental note to make my voice stronger. Katy just nodded along with Louis, and Cheryl looked at them questioningly.

"Are you mad? Isn't the whole point of this to find raw talent and make it grow? Emily you, my dear, have talent. And you seem like a very open girl, training you wouldn't be very hard. Louis' off his rocker, you're amazing." She said, looking directly at me with a grin, causing blood to rise to my cheeks. I smiled back, and nodded, whispering a meaningful 'thank you 'into the microphone.

"Let's vote shall we?" Simon started, looking at Cheryl first.

"Yes, a million times yes." She replied, sending me a wink, which I chuckled at. Katy bit her lip, staying silent, which she hadn't with the other contestants.

"I agree fully with Louis. You are really young." She stated, and Louis nodded along, which made me smile sadly. I felt the unshed tears surfacing, but I held them back, wanting to appear strong. "But, Cheryl also makes a valid point. You have talent Emily, I can't deny that. So on talent alone, I'll say yes." I grinned at her, wiping away a lone tear that had started travelling down my face. She sent me thumbs up, making me laugh.

"I'm going to have to say no dear. You've got talent but you're so young." Louis said, offering me a sad smile. I nodded slowly, knowing he had a point. All eyes turned to Simon for the final vote. I could hear my best friend sobbing from the side of the stage, knowing they had probably turned the cameras onto her for a few seconds, wanting to see how the votes had affected her.

"You're voice is so raw and emotional. You are so vulnerable when you sing, and I like that. You let us see who you are for a few minutes, and that's a trait not very many people have these days. You are young, and it's going to take a lot for you to prove yourself, but I'm going to say yes. That's three yes', Emily you've made it through to bootcamp." Simon verified, making me grin happily and stare at the ground for a few seconds. When I looked back up again a few traitor tears had fallen from my eyes, causing the judges to smile happily at me. I thanked them again before walking happily off stage.

"EMILY YOU MADE IT!" Kate yelled, running and jumping, pulling us both to the ground. She screamed excitedly in my ear, and I just hugged her, completely overfilled with joy.

Dermot O'Leary helped us off the ground, before pulling me into a hug himself.

"Emily that was amazing, the best today." Dermot complimented me, and I couldn't stop grinning. "How nervous were you?"

"I was going insane up there. When Louis said I was too young I thought that was it, I was prepared for the worse but… This is everything I've ever dreamed it would be. I can't thank the judges enough for that." I replied before I was ushered away after another hug from Dermot. I collided with a taller blonde teenager on my way out, and he quickly righted me with his arms on my hips.

"Sorry, love." He replied with an Irish accent. The number on his shirt showed he was a contestant, and I smiled at him happily, seeing the nerves on his face.

"Good luck," I said, before we smiled again and parted our different ways. Kate tossed her arm around my shoulder, smiling at me happily.

"Girl, we need to go shopping for some hot bootcamp clothes." She informed me, quickly leading me to her car. I cast a look at the other hopeful auditioners, wishing they could have the same kind of high I felt after being approved.

I arrived at Wembley Arena and cautiously made my way to the place I had been assigned to sleep.

Cher Lloyd

Matt Cardle

Emily Rosedale

Niall Horan

I didn't even slightly recognize any names, and followed the signs towards room number 112. What they had done was put 4 cots, a mini refrigerator, a microwave and a radio in each private suite, and called it a bunk. I saw my bunk door was open, and I pulled my bags in, noticing a pretty girl sitting on a cot beside the glass wall overseeing the arena. I hesitantly placed my stuff across the room from her, taking the only other bed beside the clear wall. She smiled at me, before pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"I'm Cher," She broke the silence, looking out at all the camera stuff and the panel desk being set up below us. Boot camp started tomorrow and they were just setting up now.

"Emily," I replied, equally unfocused. I was horrible with names, so she'd probably have to prompt me a couple times throughout the next three days of bootcamp. Both our attention turned to the door as someone cleared their throat. Standing before us was an older guy, wearing a tan hat and smiling shyly. I returned the smile, and Cher offered her name again, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm Matt and I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He replied, setting his stuff on the cot next to Cher's, while offering me an apologetic smile. I took nothing personally and just nodded along. The room was pretty void of conversation, apart from a few comments here or there, and I was perfectly okay with that, using my iPhone to tweet an update, letting my friends back home know how I was doing.

"Anybody know where room 112 is?" A loud Irish voice boomed from down the hall, and we all looked at each other, knowing this would be our final roommate. I glanced at the cot beside mine, knowing I'd be in close proximity with our new roommate for the duration of bootcamp. When I glanced back up at the door, a familiar face was grinning at me.

"Hey shorty! I remember you!" He exclaimed, quickly dropping his bags on the cot and pulling me into a hug, surprising me. I hugged him back gently, the excitement he was portraying made me even more excited.

"And you are?" Cher prompted, causing Niall to release me before taking a seat on his own cot, and pulling me down beside him. I could sense the nervousness behind his excitement, and the burst of recognition must have made him become so friendly, because he leaned over, shyly extending his hand to the two other people in the room.

"I'm Niall and I'm from Ireland." He said, Matt and Cher were quick to offer their names as well, before starting a silent conversation with each other, effectively shutting us out. Niall's attention turned to myself, and I found it hard to look away from his blue eyes and crooked smile.

"I'm Emily, and I'm from here," I replied, smiling as a person off the show came to our door and informed us that it's lights out in ten, and to try and stay in our own rooms instead of socializing with the competition. We all nodded, before Cher and Matt grabbed their bags and headed to the washrooms to change. I grabbed my bag containing my sleepwear, as Niall did the same, holding the door open for me as we exited, in search of the bathroom.

"Here as in London?" He asked, picking up where our conversation had left off. I nodded to his question, as we started following a group of people ahead of us who seemed to know where they were going.

"How does it feel being so far from home?" I asked, glancing up at him due to a small height difference. I was a short girl, standing at roughly 5'1. Niall smiled at me sadly before dropping his gaze to the ground.

"It's hard, but this is my dream. It means so much to me that I made it this far. It can only get better from here I suppose." He replied as we reached the bathrooms, going our separate ways to get changed.

I ignored all the other girls as I pulled on my shorts and tank top, before standing in front of a sink and pulling my blonde hair into a messy ponytail. I used warm water to wash the make-up from my face, and removed my contacts, opting for my glasses instead. I repacked my bag, and made my way out of the washroom, surprised to see Niall waiting for me across the hall.

"Hey, you didn't have to wait for me." I said, regretting the natural look and wishing my hair was down so I could hide behind it. He smiled at me politely, before leading the way down the hall.

"I just finished talking to some of the guys I met in the bathroom, so it's no big deal." He replied, and I nodded gently, allowing a cease in conversation for the remainder of our walk. When we got back to our rooms Cher and Matt were on the edge of their cots, whispering to each other, but took the time to send us a smile before resuming their conversation. I dropped my bag, before falling backwards onto my cot. I lazily pulled my own pillow from my suitcase, placing it over the tiny one provided, and grabbed a pair of socks from my bag, needing them to sleep at night.

"Hey, you brought your own pillow too?" Niall asked softly, grinning as he produced his own pin-striped cushion. I nodded tiredly, before letting out a tiny yawn and curling up underneath the thin blanket at the bottom of the cot.

"It's freezing in here." I whispered, mostly to myself, tugging the sheet closer to my body and curling into a ball, attempting to stay warm.

"I brought a comforter, if you move closer we can share it?" Niall offered, producing a large, fluffy duvet from his bag as well, seriously making me question how he managed to also fit clothes in there. I bit my lip softy, before nodding and scooting over to the edge of my cot, pulling my pillows along with me. Niall dropped the comforter over top of me, before pushing his cot up against my own, and laying down directly beside me. He pulled half the warm material over himself, and within minutes we were both asleep, greatly anticipating the next morning's events.