Me, Cher and One Direction // n.h

Chapter Twenty One: The Semi-Final.

"How can I think I'm standing strong?

Yet feel the air beneath my feet.

How can happiness feel so wrong?

How can misery feel so sweet?

How can you let me watch you sleep?

Yet break my dreams the way you do.

How can I have got in so deep?

How could I fall in love with you?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been,

Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen!

This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known.

I was never crazy on my own.

And now I know;

That there's a link between the two,

Being close to craziness and being close to you.

How can you let me fall apart?

Then break my fall with loving lies.

It's so easy to break a heart!

It's so easy to close your eyes.

How van you treat me like a child?

Yet like a child I yearn for you.

How can anyone feel so wild?

How cam anyone feel so blue?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been,

Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen!

This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known.

I was never crazy on my own.

And now I know;

That there's a link between the two,

Being close to craziness and being close to you.

Being close to craziness and being close to you."

My straightened red hair blew around me as i held back tears. Why did that stupid song mean so much to me? I snuck a glance at the judges. Simon was on his feet, and returning to his seat, Cheryl was wiping a tear from his cheek and Dannii was clapping with her arms in the air. As for Louis, with no act left, I being his personal favourite, he had the crowd chanting my name. MY name!

|~Louis' POV~|

I screamed her name from backstage. Im so proud of my little sis. I know she's probably going to beat us out in the competition, but I love her to pieces. Glancing at Niall, who had his eyes glued to her, I thought to myself, 'someone else does too!'

|~Niall's POV~|

I stared at her. She was beautiful. Her red hair surrounded her face, blowing about freely. Her chocolate brown eyes were gazing intently at a beaming Cheryl. She looked so pretty, so innocent, so...sad. It makes me believe that maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe she never had a thing with Liam. But even so, it's too late.

Lily came clattering back in her heels, an rushed straight into my arms. I spun her around, as she sat herself in a seat to watch us perform. I told her to go get ready for her next performance, but she stayed put. As we sang our hearts out, I felt somehow comforted she was in the wings, waiting to cheer us on. Sprinting backstage, she gave us all a quick hug, before dashing to change for her next performance.

|~Lily's POV~|

In a less complicated outfit of a short green silk dress and my natural wavy hair, I walked out on stage for my second performance. It was actually quite spectacular, even if I do say so myself. I'm not like Louis or Zayn, I don't just play the triangle, or the kazoo, like Harry, but I can fluently (if you can say fluently) play the piano. So I sat myself at the big grand piano, and placed my fingers on the cool keys. Simon was