Me, Cher and One Direction // n.h

Chapter: Twenty Two: Finally, The Final!

"I can't wait for your next song," Simon said, just before I tottered off the stage.

"Hey, Lilienne." Niall had a smug look on his face.

"What?"

"I have a feeling you want me back," He grinned.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! What?!" I scoffed. "That's ludicrous!"

"So you didn't pick that sing to match our relationship?" He chuckled knowingly. If only his face weren't so darn perfect i would punch it! Wait, what am I saying?

"Nope," I smiled innocently.

"And you didn't pick a Westlife song cause they're my favourite band?" He folded his arms, leaning up against a chair.

"I wouldn't sacrifice my final for you!" I lied.

"Ouch," Niall clutched his heart.

"You are so annoying!" I groaned. Next up was my favourite song from the series. I took a while to choose this. Cher was singing Stay, One Direction Only Girl In The World. I eventually picked The A-Team by Ed Sheeran, wearing a fluffy White dress and White heeled shoes.

"You look carrot-tastic!" Louis complimented.

"Hot." Harry agreed.

"Ahem," Nikki coughed, and Harry put an arm around her.

"Gorgeous...." Zayn put in, earning a smack off Taz and Amber.

"You're pretty, Lily!" Abi squealed like a kid.

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"And they say, she's in the class A-Team,

Stuck in her daydream.

Been this way since eighteen and lately,

Her face seems,

Slowly sinking, wasting!

Crumbling like pastry and they scream:

The worst things in life come free to us,

And were just under the upper hand,

I'd go mad for a couple grams.

She don't wannna go outside tonight,

And in the pipe she flies to the motherland,

Sell love to another man.

It's too cold outside!

For angels to fly." I finished.

After the usual comments and stuff I made the 'call and vote' sign with my hand and ran off the stage. I looked round eagerly for Niall, and Cher was there instead. She was crying.

"What happened?"

|~Cher's POV~|

"Cher," Louis said, as I turned around. I was dressed, ehm, quite eccentrically. It was for 'The Clapping Song'; my boots, my white with lipstick print pyjamas bottoms, and a red jacket. My hair looked like it hadn't been brushed.

"I'm sorry."

Just those simple words made my heartbeat flutter. Louis was sorry.

"I'm sorry, Cher. I didn't mean to upset you," He continued.

"Well, you did," I said, turning away. O couldn't let him see how much hurt he caused me.

"Cher, I'm sorry," He begged.

"I'm sorry too, Louis," I smiled a watery smile before going onstage.

|~Lily's POV~|

"Oh my Cher-Bear, don't be sad!" I threw my arms around her.