One Shots

Skye&Harry

“Oh my god Lisa this place is amazing!” I gush to my bestfriend. I’d just finished unpacking after moving into the judges house and had immediately called her to tell her all about it.

“Tell me everything!” She squeals. “How are the other girls? Who’s your mentor? Who’s the guest judge?” she fires.

“Slow down” I say with a laugh. “The other girls seem nice. They were friendly enough on the plane ride.  Gary is our mentor and it’s guest judges” I say a smile on my face as I keep her waiting impatiently.

“Well???” she quizzes, her patience running out.

“It’s One Direction” I say before quickly pulling the phone away from my ear as she screams.

“Yea yea yea” I say jokingly, trying to calm her down.

“You better be nice” she says sternly, knowing they weren’t my favorite people on earth. One in particular. Harry. I used to be a big fan but when we’d gone to a meet and greet, he’d seemed so full of himself. It disgusted me. I wasn’t going to let this change me like it had obviously done to them.

“I will if they will” I grumble back hearing her give me an exasperated sigh. I glance at the clock, seeing the time. “Crap, I got to go, we are having an introductory meeting in 5 minutes” I say. We say goodbye and I hang up, heading down stairs. I flop down onto a couch, waiting for everyone else to get down.

“Hey” a voice says and I glance over to see the cocky grin of Harry Styles. I roll my eyes, crossing my arms and looking away.

“What do you want?” I ask flatly.

“Ohh feisty. I like it” he says with a wink. I glare at him, my eyes narrowing before I get up and move to another couch. He raises an eyebrow at me, the smirk still on his face, but luckily I’m saved from further conversation as everyone else walks into the room. Harry gets up and stands with the rest of the boys as everyone introduces themselves. Most of the girls seemed to be in awe of being in their presence which frankly made the fact they were our guest judges that much more annoying. Although I suppose that could mean I had an edge on the competition because I’d be spending more time practicing then fan-girling and stalking the boys.

Unfortunately for me, my wish wasn’t granted. Yes, the other girls were fangirling over the boys pretty much all the time. I just didn’t get all the extra practice time. It seemed that Harry had made it his mission to see how much he could rile me up before I exploded. He was always there criticizing my song choice or telling me I was flat. He even had the gall to tell me to change my look. All with that stupid cocky grin of his. If he wasn’t one of the judges I would have slapped that stupid smile off of that gorgeous face of his. Wait what? I think, freezing in place. No, he wasn’t gorgeous, I think forcefully. I wasn’t going to fall back into that trap.  I go back to pacing my room nervously. It was the day of the judging. Today I’d sing and find out if I made it through. If my dreams would continue or if it was the end. A knock on the door causes my heart to practically jump out of my chest. It’s gotta be one of the producers telling me it was time, I think nervously. A rush of relief falls over me as Harry’s head pokes in before turning to anger again. Why was he here?

“What do you want Harry? Can’t you see I’m busy?” I ask. He raises an eyebrow, looking around my room making it obvious he didn’t believe I was busy at all. Which, truthfully, I wasn’t. I was just freaking out.

“I just came to wish you luck.” He says. My eyes narrow at him suspiciously.

“Why would you do that? You haven’t done anything but criticize me” I reply. He lets out a laugh, shaking his head, leaving me confused.

“You really don’t get it do you? I haven’t been criticizing you because I dislike you. I’ve been trying to help you because I do like you. I’ve been trying to give you tips to get you through to the live show. I’ve been here before, I know what you need to do to get through. You’ve just been so god damn stubborn” he says with a chuckle, leaving me speechless.

“But… no” I say shaking my head in disbelief. “You’re supposed to be”

“Devilishly handsome?” he asks cutting me off, the cheeky grin on his face again. “Well I still am” he says with a wink.

“I was going to go with a cocky prick” I say, unable to help the ghost of a smile that was edging on to my face. His smile falters slightly and he runs a hand through his curls.

“Look, can you at least tell me what I did that made you dislike me so much?” he says. “If you’re not a fan of our music, that’s fine, but it seems a lot more personal than that”

“I used to be a fan. I’ve actually been to one of your concerts. But at the meet and greet I’d gone to. I dunno, you just came off as a huge jerk. You were acting so full of yourself. You barely even talked to any of us, you just spent the time goofing off with Louis. It just seemed really rude.” I say with a shrug

“Do you really expect me to act perfect all the time?” he asks, a hint of anger slipping into his voice.

“Do you really expect fans to support you if you’re not going to pay them any attention?” I retort, crossing my arms.

“I expect my fans not to abandon us over one insignificant signing” he replies, his voice beginning to rise.

“Did you ever think that to the fans that it isn’t insignificant? That some of us spent months trying to scrape together the money to afford it?” I ask, my voice rising also.

“Did you ever think that maybe we get tired of the constant attention? That maybe we want to be able to just goof off sometimes? That all the screaming in our faces gets old?”

“God! You are so full of yourself!” I say with a forced laugh.

“I’m full of myself?” he says, his face full of shock. “You’re one to talk. Every since you walked in here, you act like you’re too good to talk to me. You were too stubborn to even listen to any of the advice I gave you. You think just because you’re beautiful and have a stunning voice, it’s going to be easy? Hate to break it to you princess, but you’re still going to have to work for it”

I start to protest before his words click. Had Harry Styles just told me I was talented and beautiful? “I didn’t act like I was too good to talk to you” I grumble.

“Jesus” he sighs exasperatedly before grabbing my head and pulling me towards him, his lips crashing against mine. My eyes widen for a moment but then I my eyes flutter closed and I find myself kissing him back. He finally pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, the smirk back on his face.

“Good luck out there, I’ll see you in a bit” he says before releasing his hold and walking out the door, leaving me there to wonder what had just happened.