Good Things Come to Those Who Wait. (One direction Fan Fic)

It had been a year, only a year yet it seemed to long. Only a year since I had last auditioned for the XFactor only to be told I wasn't ready by Simon Cowell. I had always known that if I were to ever audition he would be the hardest judge to convince, but being told I wasn't ready. That nearly tore me apart, did he not see how hard I had worked, spending an hour every day just singing that one song, perfecting it. Only to be cut off in the middle of the second chorus to be told that I was too young, and I wasn't prepared for what being on the XFactor could really entail. It was horribly similar to being slapped in the face, repeatedly.

But now I was back, a year ago I had been only 16 years old still naive, and overly confident. But now I'm 17 nearly an adult and unlike last year I'm not the same shy girl I was before. Sure I may be extremely nervous but I'm here to win. 

Simon won't be able to not choose me this year, I mean last year he chose One Direction a band of teenage boys, their ages ranging from 16 to 19. This year I am going to make Simon Cowell eat his words!

My family and I were sitting outside the auditorium, I guess you could call it a massive waiting room, but all there is are rows and rows of chairs, and small tables. I had actually managed to convince my parents to let me audition again. It took some work considering how hard it was to convince them to let me audition last year. After I was turned away they were even harder to convince, but somehow my brother and I managed to convince them again. But if I get turned away again, there was no way I would be coming back.

"Would a Nessa Maguire please report to the stage. Nessa Maguire," my name was called out over the speakers.

"Ok Nes-Nes you can do this deep breathes," my brother Matt stood in front of me making wild gestures with his hands, while my other brother Thomas had stood up and taken my hand. 

We made our way to the large black doors, pushing them open we found ourselves backstage.

"Alright your own next, just wait until the next act comes off," a large burly man bent down to whisper it to us as the act before me had just gone on.

My hands had been shaking the whole time, but now I think I'm gonna puke.

"M-Mo-m I-I-I can't breath," I struggled to get the words out as I began to gasp for air.

"Asthma attack, asthma attack!" I began to scream, bringing my hands up to my face.

"Honey, you don't have asthma," my mother said looking at me weirdly.

"Oh, oh ya," I sighed pulling my hands away from my face, I began to breathe properly.

All around us the stage people had stopped to stare at me, apparently I had caused quite the commotion.

"Aha woops," I smiled a red blush creeping up my cheeks.

'Quick you're on!" the same man from before was suddenly shoving a microphone into my hands before pushing me out into the middle of the stage.

I gave a small smile, before turning around to glare at the man only to find myself glaring at a curtain.

Confidence, Nessa confidence. I told myself as I walked further forward to meet the three judge, Simon, Paula Abdul, Nicole, and L.A. Reid. 

"What's your name sweetie," Paula asked. She always seems to be the nicest one.

"Nessa Maguire", I answered slightly surprised at how confident I sounded.

"And what are you doing for us today Nessa," she asked giving me a small smile.

"I'm going to sing," I answered again surprised at how sure of myself I sounded.

"Alright then, go ahead," and she lastly gave me an encouraging smile, as the other judges only watched me.

I was nervous, extremely nervous, but when the music started I was taken away, into a land of marshmallows. While I perform I imagine the audience of moving marshmallows, I love marshmallows and it makes it easier for me to get lost in the music.

The song came to an end, and I was sadly taken away from my world of marshmallows. A defeaning applause was continuing on and on. That was when I came to the realization that they were clapping for me, me! 

Simon held up his hand, signalling for silence. Oh great the moment of truth. 

"Nessa Maguire, you auditioned last year, did you not?" He asked looking at me with no expression. You'd think he could give a girl a little encouragement.

"Uh...Yes," I replied and suddenly I wasn't so confident anymore. What if everything was just happening again, what if Simon was going to say no and Nicole would follow suit, and I would be sent home with those same haunting words.