Something's Gotta Give [A Niall Horan Love Story.]

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"Nice shorts, Soph," Frankie Cocozza winked. I shoved his arm. The terrible thing about the kid was that he was good looking and he knew it and that he wasn't joking with me. While the rest of us girls would joke around with him, he was honestly flirting. But I had to admit that Frankie was cool. I liked talking to him when he wasn't trying to kiss my ass to get me to spend the night in his room.

After taking a shower and eating breakfast, I hopped in a car with Rhythmix, Marcus, and Craig Colton. We got to the arena and I was whisked off to Mandy who began showing me what I was to wear during my performance. I was laughing at a joke one of the boys from The Risk had said as Mandy was doing my makeup.

"Oi, quit making my girl laugh!" Mandy scolded as the boys in the Risk snickered, apologizing. I smiled, biting my lip as Mandy continued doing her work on my eyelids, "Little Miss Giggles today, aren't you?"

"Trying to avoid the fact I'm going to sing a song about heartbreak," I added. She immediately quit working on my eyes, stopping to look at me in the eyes.

"Keep laughing," She ordered, "Chin up," She added, tilting my chin up, "And don't let it get to you. I know you are going to kill this performance."

I smiled as she continued doing my makeup, humming a tune and cracking jokes to keep my mind off of the performance. The Risk boys had complained, saying she had yelled at them for making jokes but now she was doing the same in which she defended that she was my stylist and she had the right.

"There. You look beautiful," Mandy smiled as I stepped out of the dressing room in my dress. It was a one shoulder dress that was tight around my upper body and flowed out, reaching about mid-thigh. It was midnight black and I had a pair of black high heels to match. My hair was tied up in an elegant bun at the nape of my neck, two curls falling down from my temples, my bangs to the side, nearly tucked behind my ear. I had a pair of sparkling black earrings in and a few bracelets to add some detail.

"Sophie, you're on in two!" Crew called.

"Rock it, love," Mandy cheered. I smiled and headed to side stage, seeing Craig get his review from the judges.

"Up next. Kelly, with the girls," Dermot called as the crowd began to cheer Craig as he walked off stage to the opposite side. I avoided biting my lip, remembering Mandy's firm orders not to or else the red lipstick she had put on would come off on my teeth and that would not be a pretty sight of the entire country to see.

"Up next is a girl I hope you've all fallen in love with because I know I have," Kelly spoke with an evident smile in her voice, "I tend to call her the Voice but here is the lovely Sophie Reed."

The crowd applauded me and I took that as my cue to head onto stage as the whole place darkened, the only thing lighting up was the screens with my face on it was I talked about my week and as the other judges all mentioned a few things about me and Kelly who spoke the most, saying that she knew I had this week's performance in the bag.

"Sophie Reed." It came so quick. The end of my introduction. The spotlight shined down on me as the crowd began cheering. I had no urge to smile as the realization hit me of what I was about to sing. I swallowed back my pride, my lips near the microphone. That's all I had this week. A microphone on a stand and myself, standing there "looking pretty" as Kelly had put it.

The beat started. My heart trembled.

The crowd began to quiet down. The nerves in my stomach clenched.

The thought of him watching this ran through my mind. My mind went numb.

"Close enough to start a war," Where did that come from? My own lips had spoken for me. I was grateful for it. My eyes flickered across the audience, looking at Kelly for one good moment to catch some serenity, "All that I have is on the floor. God only knows what we're fighting for. All that I say, you always say mo-oh-re. I can't keep up with your turning tables. Under your thumb, I can't breathe."

It was still. It was silent. The little moment between my voice and the beat, I heard nothing. I blinked back the feelings in my chest. The feeling that it was going to stop beating. I felt the tears all the way in the back of my eyelids but didn't let them get far enough to show.