CHAPTER 1 LIAM'S P.O.V.
I sat on the blue, hard backed chairs in the waiting area, scanning the room. The family and friends that had come with me were trying to make contact, but I wasn't in the mood. I felt sick. My head was pounding. I was nervous, real nervous. And I had every right to be, I think. See, i'd been in this situation two years before; I was auditioning for The X Factor. I'd got far last time, to the Judge's houses rounds, but I got told to go and finish my education, a real fucking kick in the teeth. So that's what I did; I got my GCSE's and reapplied. That's when I am in my life right now, everything is focussed on this one auditions. I moved my brown hair out my eyes and fiddled with the buttons on my phone, pressing them in an irrelevant, random order. I flicked through the 'good luck!' texts that I had been sent that morning by friends. I hovered over one from my ex. Why she had texted me, or how she knew I was auditioning again was beyond me, I hated her. It takes a lot for me to say I hate someone or something, but when someone spends a year of your relationship shagging their way around Wolverhampton, it's pretty fair to expect some hosility. I ignored the thoughts and emotions building up, surrounding the whole relationship situation and focused on the present, the audition. So many scenarios were going round my head, like, what if i'd become shit? Or just wasn't up to standard? My mini panic attack was interrupted when my mum poked me; "Liam, they just called your name! We'll meet you there!" I passed her my stuff and walked towards a guy shouting on a chair, who informed me, and the several other auditionees that had been called, that we were to go through a door to be briefed about what to expect. As we followed another guy I realised I was the only boy here, all the rest were girls who looked remarkably alike (I didn't know if it was because of their shared sense of style or my disregard for looking at people properly), apart from one. I noticed a brunette standing to my left, picking at her purple nail polish, she was quite obviously as nervous as I was. Suddenly she looked up at me and smiled. I felt myself blushing slightly. "Hey, i'm Lauren.." "Liam". I held my hand out and she shook it slightly.
LAUREN'S P.O.V.
Jesus Lauren, breathe. This guy was hot, and I was pretty sure he knew it. I swept my eyes down his body, noticing how all his clothes were from All Saints, meaning he was a normal guy who just happened to have good style, or was an arrogant idiot like 90% of boys who wear All Saints. Part of me hoped it was the former. It was pretty hard to look at someone who is potentially competition. We were both auditioning for that recording contract, it wasn't at all like any local talent shows, this was big. Life changing big. I snapped back to reality as Liam asked "Where are you from?". " Erm," I replied, concentrating on replying without looking stupid, "Rugby, it's like 40 minutes from here.." He smiled and nodded knowlingly, pretty much making my heart melt. We carried on our conversation despite the contestants around us pouting and tutting, it was safe to say I was already slightly smitten.
First fanfic, yay!
This is pretty short because it's kind of a context builder, I didn't want to rush straight in :) Any feedback is welcomed, both positive and negative :)