"PANCAKES!" Niall runs past my bedroom door.
I laugh to myself. I swear Niall is obsessed with food. He doesn't need a girl in his life. He has food. I just don't understand how he has so much energy in the morning. I didn't fall asleep until two in the morning. My pain medication took forever to kick in. My ankle was killing me all night.
After my performance, I told Matt about about what happened to my ankle. He immediately picked me up and went to find a paramedic. They told me that I sprained my ankle. The paramedic wrapped my right foot up in ace bandage and told me to keep it elevated. I have to ice it every few hours for twenty minutes.
The producers of the show said that they didn't want anyone to know that I injured myself on the show. When it was the end of the show, Matt helped me walk back out on the stage with everyone else. I still had my long dress on and no one could see my ankle wrapped up. I leaned all of my weight on Matt when we were standing around Dermot. I made sure it wasn't too obvious.
"Get up, you lazy bum!" Alex yells at me, passing by my room.
"I am!" I shout back.
I swing my legs to hang off of the side of my top bunk. How am I supposed to get down? Aiden helped me get up here last night. I have no way to get down now. I hold on to the bed and try to touch the ground. No such luck. Why do I have to be so short? If I jumped I would most likely land on my ankle wrong.
"Harry!" I shout when I see him outside my room.
Harry pops his head in the room. "Do you need help?" He guesses.
"I tried to get down on my own, but I'm too short." I explain to him.
Harry steps over to me and places his hands on my hips. I wrap my arms around his neck. He slides me down and brings me in his arms. Harry carries me over to the bathroom.
"You can set me down now. I can walk." I tell him.
"You mean you can limp." Harry chuckles.
"No, I can walk." I cross my arms, stubbornly.
Harry rolls his eyes at me, but sets me on the ground. I motion for him to leave the room so I can change. He shuts the door behind him. I brush my hair and teeth quickly. My hair is cascading down my back in small waves. Maybe Sophia wants to braid my hair? She has been asking to all week.
I dig through my clothes in my dresser draw for some clothes to wear. I can't wear skinny jeans because I could never get them over my huge ankle. I settle for a pair of red shorts and an oversized black Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I would wear my red Toms, but my foot won't fit in any of my shoes. I stretch a sock over my wrapped foot. At least, I won't be barefoot.
I limp out of my room. Harry is leaning against the banister, watching everyone downstairs. I stand next to him and put all of my weight on my left foot.
"You didn't have to wait for me." I tell him.
"How else would you get downstairs?" Harry asks me.
"I'll walk." I head for the stairs.
Harry's arm snakes around my waist, stopping me. "I'm not letting you hurt yourself."
"I won't." I argue.
"Get on my back."
"What?" I wrinkle my eyebrows in confusion. "Is that a new insult or something?"
Harry laughs. "No, I meant get on my back, so I can carry you down the stairs."
"Oh." I reply, feeling stupid.
Harry crouches down. I wrap my arms around his neck and he grabs my thighs. He stands up with me on his back like a monkey. I tighten my hold on him.
"I like this position." Harry smirks.
I slap the back of his head. "No pervy comments! You are only fifteen!"
"Age is just a number." Harry replies. "Do you want to help me with a prank?"
"What kind of prank?" I rest my head on his shoulder as he walks down the stairs.
"Make Louis jealous." He grins.
"Jealous of what?"
"Us."
"Why would he be jealous of us?" I ask him.
Harry turns his head to look at me. "You can't tell me that you don't know that Louis likes you."
I look down at the stairs. "I may have heard him tell Cher." I admit. "What's your plan?"
Harry grins. "Follow my lead."
"At least give me a hint of what you are going to do." I say.
Harry walks towards the kitchen. "Nope. Just go with it."
I shouldn't have agreed. This won't end well. I'm a terrible actress.
The first thing I see when we enter the kitchen is Niall sitting at the counter with a huge stack of pancakes on his plate. There has to be about fifteen pancakes on his plate. Niall shoves a pancake in his mouth.
"Morning!" I smile at everyone.
"How's your ankle?" Matt asks while he pours himself a cup of coffee.
"Swollen." I answer.
"Why is Harry carrying you?" Cher frowns.
"He wouldn't let me walk down the stairs by myself." I explain.
Louis walks into the kitchen and frowns when he sees me on Harry's back. "What's going on?"
"I asked Carter out and she said yes." Harry replies.
"I'm not going along with that!" I slap the back of his head again.
Harry releases my legs to rub his head. My body falls to the ground and I make sure to land on my left foot. I loose my balance and stumble backwards. An arm wraps around my waist to stable me.
"Careful Harry." Liam scolds Harry.
"It's fine." I reassure him.
Harry spins around. "I'm so sorry, Carter! I wasn't thinking."
"It's okay." I limp over to the empty chair by Niall. "Are there any pancakes left?"
Mary sets a plate of pancakes down in front of me. I grab the maple syrup from the counter. Mary hands me a fork and a knife. I pour a whole bunch of syrup on my pancakes.
"What's the plan for today?" Cher strolls in the kitchen with an empty glass in her hand.
"Tonight is the elimination." Rebecca reminds everyone.
No one needed to be reminded. I think we are all trying to not think about it. The judges may have said I did a good job last night, but they don't get to vote. The audience and everyone at home gets to. They might not like me. I could be going home tonight.
One of us won't be here tomorrow morning.
"Stop thinking negative thoughts!" Louis shouts at the top of his lungs.
I drop my fork in surprise. It clangs against my glass plate. "Geez, Louis." I mutter under my breath.
"We need to have some fun! Everyone in the pool in ten minutes or I will get the lads to help me throw you in." Louis yells at everyone. "Go!"
Everyone leaves the kitchen and heads to their rooms. I continue sitting in the kitchen eating my pancakes. I can't go swimming. I have to stay off of my ankle and I can't get the ace bandage wet. The kitchen becomes empty. Even Niall left.
Now what?
I finish my pancakes and place my plate in the sink. My ankle throbs in pain as I limp to the living room. I'll just watch a film. In the living room. By myself. Forever alone. I pick a random movie and pop it in the tv. I lay down on the couch.
"Pool time!" Gabriel shouts.
The beginning credits of my movie start. I decided on watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Johnny Depp is hilarious in this movie. Feet pound against the steps of the stairway as everyone heads downstairs to the pool. I wish I could go swimming. I just had to sprain my ankle.
While everyone is out hanging by the pool, I'm inside watching a film all alone. Just me, Johnny Depp, and Orlando Bloom. Party for three.
"What are you doing?" Louis enters the living room.
"Watching a movie." I adjust the pillow under my head. "Why aren't you swimming?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Louis grabs a blanket from the other couch.
I point to my ankle. "Can't get it wet. Want to watch this with me?"
"Sure." Louis grins. Before I have a chance to react, Louis jumps on top of me.
"Louis!" I groan. "What are you doing?"
"Watching the movie." He rolls over on his back.
I push against his back, hoping to get him off of me. I may have a crush on Louis, but I don't want him lying on top of me. Louis doesn't move. On a completely different subject, Louis smells really good.
"If you want to lay with me then at least get off of me!" I push his back again.
"Fine." Louis rolls to the back of the couch.
I roll on my side to face the television. Louis falls down in between the couch and me. He drapes the blanket over the two of us. Louis pulls me close to his chest. I could get used to this. Thank goodness Cher is in the pool. She would never stop teasing me about cuddling with Louis.
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Author's Note:
I didn't plan on updating today, but I decided on not writing anymore. Too lazy to write more. The next chapter will the elimination. Carter does not go home. All I'm going to say is she makes it to the top five. I'm not saying if she goes any further than that.
Question...You know the video diaries from the X Factor and they always answer questions from their fans. Well, Carter will need some questions. That's where all of you lovely fans of mine come in. What are some questions you want Carter to answer?
That's it. Please comment! I realized this is a boring chapter. The next one will be better. I promise. :)