"Holly what’s that hanging off the back of you door?" Zayn asked curiously as he snuggled further into your blankets. You looked around to see where he was pointing. Your eyes fell on the dress you had picked out with Bianca the other day. You let out a sigh as you looked the blue polka dot dress up and down. The blue lace at the top made the dress stand out against the afternoon sun.
"That my dress for my school formal. It’s months away but I saw it and fell in love with it" you said before climbing in next to Zayn.
"Who are you going with?“‘he asked you curiously.
"Well, no one yet."
You saw Zayns light up from the moment you finished the sentence. He looked down at you cheekily before wrapping his arms around your middle.
"Are you going to ask anyone, anyone special?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"I dunno, maybe the guy next door" you joked. Zayns face dropped at your idea.
"Zayn I’m joking. Would you like to come with me?" You said.
"I’d be honored to" he replied as he pulled you into his chest. He gently kissed you on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Hang on I just remembered something" you said as you lunged to grab something from under the bed. You picked out a newspaper advertisement you had cut out out and gave it to Zayn. He looked it over before looking up at you with a spark of both excited and hesitation in his eye.
"Xfactor auditions?" He asked.
"Yea, I thought of you when I saw it. You’d do great on there!"
"You’re being serious?"
"Of course I am. You’re an amazing singer Zayn, you said it was your passion and you definitely have the potential to go far."
"I dunno Holly. It’s in a week too, I’ve had no practice."
"You don’t need practice, you’re a natural."
Zayn dropped his eyes back to the article in his hand. You watched him carful as he finally came to a decision.
"I want to audition for xfactor," he beemed.
You smiled widely before climbing back into the warm embrace of Zayn’s arms. You rested your head on his chest and looked up into his big brown eyes.
"They’ll love you, just like I do," you said as you kissed him gently on the lips.
**
“Is he coming down?” You asked anxiously as you paced around Zayn’s living room.
"No, I can’t get him out of bed," his Mum answered worryingly.
It was the day of Zayns xfactor audition, and in two hours time it would be Zayn’s turned to wow the judges. You sighed heavily as you ran your hand though your wavy hair.
"I’ll go talk to him" you said as you slowly walked up the stairs and into Zayn’s room.
You gulped as you gently knocked and opened the door. Your heart sank as you saw Zayn looking as miserable as ever. He looked up at you as you entered, his saddened brown eyes meeting your blue ones. You forced a smile before walking over and sitting next to him on the bed.
"I’m sorry Holly, I can’t do it. Not in front of all those people, they’ll all be judging me," Zayn said as he voice began to crack.
You grabbed his hand from under the blankets and began rubbing your finger along his knuckles.
"You don’t have to apologies Zayn, and you don’t have to audition if you don’t want to. I just wanted you to be doing something you enjoy, and I know in my heart that people would love you, they’d look up to you, be inspired by you, but most of all, they’d get to see the beautiful person that I see everyday." You leant over and gently kissed his cheek before standing up and leaving his bedroom. You sighed as you walked down that stairs and were met with the worrying eyes of Zayns mother.
"Is he ok?" She asked panicky.
"Yea, I don’t think he’ll audition though," you replied as you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You quickly turned around to see Zayn standing behind you. The look of sadness had left his face, and had been replaced with the look of pure determination.
"I wasn’t going to, but thanks to you my baby girl, I have the confidence," Zayn said as he crushed his lips into yours. He grabbed your hand as he led you down the stairs and towards the front door.
"Let’s go guys," he said, walking out the door and not looking back
**
The drive to Manchester was a quiet one. Zayn sat next to you in back seat and held tightly onto your hand. Zayn’s mother and father where in the two front seats and his sister was on his other side. You felt Zayn squeeze your hand even tighter as you pulled up the arena. You looked at him and smiled, calming his nerves at the swarm of contestants in line.
"I have no chance," Zayn murmured under his breath as he signed in and joined the cue.
"You have more of a chance than anyone else cause you want it more, and in my eyes, you deserve your moment to shine," you said quietly into Zayn’s ear as he pulled you closer to his body. He rested his head on the top of yours as the line slowly grew shorter.
The arena holding the auditions was spacious and contained hundreds of excited people. The atmosphere was breathtaking, and the rush of adrenaline from the crowd surged through your body. You were about to point out the judges table to Zayn when a women interrupted your train of thought.
"Who is the contestant here?" She asked rudely.
"I am," Zayn said letting you go for the first time since you arrived. He stood forward and the women eyed him from head to toe.
"Right, you’ll need to go this way and your family will need to enter the backstage doors," she stated firmly.
You smiled at the thought of being classed as Zayn’s family, but the bubbly feeling soon disappeared as a frightened Zayn turned to face you.
"I-I can’t," he stuttered.
You stood on your tippy toes and cupped Zayns face with your hands.
"Yes you can Zayn, I know you can," you stated "They’re going to be amazed by you, just like I was. I love you, and no matter what happens, you’ll always be my shining star, " you said before pressing your lips against his. He deepened the kiss before you were both pulled away and ushered in different directions.
"How much longer till it’s Zayn’s turn?" His sister asked impatiently. She tapped her foot a few times as she watched others take their audition.
"Soon love," his mother replied. You felt a lump form in your chest. You were so nervous for Zayn. You knew he would do great but what if his nerves got the better of him? How would he cope if the judges where to say no? You were soon snapped out of your thoughts as a man in a blue shirt ushered you towards the screens. You looked at the three judges carefully. Simon Cowell, Nicole Scherzinger and Louis Walsh were today’s lineup. You gulped as Nicole’s dark clothing and makeup made her look angry and impatient. Your eyes where then drawn to the handsome guy who had walked out on the stage. Zayn looked so vulnerable on the stage buy himself. You felt yourself began to shake as Zayn reached the middle of the stage and stood in front of the judges.
"Hi what’s your name?" Simon asked.
"Um, my names Zayn," he replied nervously.
"Zayn, and what are you going to sing?"
"I’m going to sing Mario, urr, Let Me Love You."
"Ok."
Your nerves fluttered away as soon as Zayn began to sing. His voice was so smooth, and each note rolled perfectly off his tongue. You were happy to hear the cheers from the crowd as Zayn sung, they knew he was a natural.
"So Louis yes or no?" Simon asked as Zayn finished his performance. You held onto his mother and sisters hands, waiting for the life changing reply.
"Mmm, yea," Louis answered. Zayn thanked him as the crowd cheered. Simon then turned his attention towards Nicole, who gave Zayn a yes without a second thought. It was now time for Simons verdict. Everything had come down to this moment, all the stresses, nerves and fears were about to be diminished or realized.
"Zayn I’m going to say yes," Simon finally said after what felt like hours of waiting. You all jumped up and cheered as a very relieved Zayn walked off the stage.
"He did it, he did it!" you shouted excitedly.
"No, we did it," Zayn said as he appeared from behind.
I hope that you will :) Do you have a favourite song by them??
by 1D it’s “moments”, by BSB………… it’s so hard to choose one 3 i think………. “the one” and “I still” are kind of favorites, but idk, i love all the songs of both bands anyway haha ♥ and you? - Let.
