Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting

Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting: Part 7

"Break it up you two"  George's mum said laughing.

 We both giggled and let go. I ruffled his hair and with that he climbed into the taxi. As the engine started and he drove down the road, he looked back and waved. I waved and gave him a thumbs up as a signal to reassure him that everything would be ok. 

The rest of the day, I was so nervous. I wondered what he was doing and how he was getting on.  I checked my phone every 10 minutes but there was never any message.It got to 11pm and I decided to go to bed. I couldn't sleep. I looked at the ceiling, imagining what he was going through. All of a sudden a light lit up the room. My phone was lit up. I jumped up and grabbed it straight away. It was George. I opened it straight away.

"Can you come on Skype?" he asked.

I grabbed my laptop from under my bed and turned on my Skype. As soon as I signed on, I got a call from George.  I was in my PJ's but I didn't think he would care. He looked lovely. He was in his brown chinos and his burgundy American Apparell.  

"How did it go??" I asked.

"Well I'm through to tomorrow's auditions"

"Oh my gosh, Georgey! I'm so proud"

He smiled.

"So what did you have to do?" I asked Intrigued.

He explained the process to me. Apperently, on the journey he's found some friends in a band called Triple J. It was the guys we met at the auditions. Then they arrived in the arena and were told to get into groups and prepare a song. His group chose the song of Moves Like Jagger and he flew through the audition, they put him through straight away. Tomorrow, he had to perform to an arena full of people. I knew he was nervous.

"Call me, anytime, i'll reassure you" I said.

It was getting late and he had a long day ahead of him tomorrow.  I wished him goodnight and good luck, drifting off into a deep sleep.

"MEGAN WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!!" My mum screamed upstairs

"What?!?"

"GET READY!!"

I ran into the bathroom, took a quick shower and changed into my tights, black skater skirt and my white jumper. I straightened my hair and put my necklace on show. I ran downstairs.

"You take your time, we're going to be late, hurry up"

I put on my shoes and got into the car. We drove round to George's house and stopped. My mum sounded the horn and Georges mum ran out. What was happeneing? Getting into the car, George's mum looked at me and smiled. They both started to laugh.

"Ok you two, what's going on??"

 They laughed even more.

"You'll see"

I put my headphones in and went into a world of my own. I must have gone back to sleep because when I woke up we were parked outside an arena. I didn't know what to think. I knew we were watching a show, but what were we watching. We parked the car and I jumped out, looking around, taking in the sights.

"Where are we??"

"Oh Meggy, come on lets go" said Georges mum.

We walked into the arena, crowded with people. We joined the queue and handed our tickets in to the security. They checked them and directed us to our seats. We went to sit down. The view was amazing. I saw a desk and a massive X in the middle of the stage. Then it hit me. We were at the X Factor, I was going to see George. A smile grew on my face. I was beaming.

"I think she's realised" 

"Thankyou so much" I said hugging the two mothers.

"George would have wanted you here"

I grabbed my phone and text George.

"Look to your left and that's where I'll be"

It reached 7pm and the show started. There were some amazing acts and some not so amazing. I saw the group from the auditions, they were incredible. The guy with the nice smile had such a beautiful voice and the muscular guy was really smiling and loving what he was doing. I couldn't see the other guy, he had his back to our side of the arena. I recognised his voice though, it remidned me of JJ. I sighed. Then it came to George. He walked on, guitar in his hand and his smile bringing happiness to the whole room. He played his guitar singing along to Wonderwall by Oasis. I smiled. He had nailed this. Judges houses here we come. I saw him look to his left right up. I screamed and he knew where I was. He gave me a quick smile. His song finished, he shook hands with the judges and headed up the pathway. I wouldn't see him until tomorrow. The rest of the night was brilliant. The talent on show was amazing. The show came to a finish and we headed  home. I couldn't thank George's mum enough, I know it meant the world to him for his family and friends to be there. It made him be himself. 

On the night he was coming home, My mum and I walked round to his house to greet him when he came back. We sat in his living room waiting and waiting. Every car door I heard, I ran to the window to look but it was never him. Finally, the door latch turned and George walked in. His eyes were red and puffy; he'd been crying. I knew something had happened, it was either amazingly good or extremely bad. 

"Well...." asked his mum, her excitement bursting.

He shook his head and burst into tears, running into his mums arms. She started to stroke his hair.

My stomach dropped. I felt sick. I wanted to cry. Standing up, I walked towards him. He saw me and switched from his mums hug to mine. This time we didn't let go. We didn't want to. His tears were wetting my shirt. Finally, after calming George down, I sat with him on the sofa, my arm around him and his head on my shoulder. 

"What did they say?" his mum asked.

He took a deep breath.

"You can do this" I whispered in his ear.

"They said that they didn't want to let me go. It was between me and Adam. They had to choose Adam, he was the better singer after all. It's been an amazing experience but the dream is over"

"They were stuggling to choose between you, you were on their mind, don't say this dream is over George, it's just beginning"

He looked up and smiled at me, he knew that I believed.  

It was going to be hard. How could they choose Adam over George?? What was going on??.

We had to leave, but I didn't want to; George was upset. We walked home, my mum comforting me as I cried. I think this had affected  me just as much as George.