*April 11, 2010
"Where Finally here!" Harry exclaimed. Alana held his hand, "Nervous?" They stood in the waiting room in the X-Factor studio. Some people looked nervous, some didn't, and some were even crying.
He shook his head, "No." He thought for a few seconds, "Maybe.... Yeah." She squeezed his hand tighter, "Your going to do great. Don't be nervous."
Mrs. Styles pinned his number to his shirt, "Go make me proud." They waited for hours and hours, until finally they called his name. They asked him questions, and then he sang. Like an angel. Alana watched the little screen that Harry was on, everybody was surrounding it. It got silent as the judges where deciding to let him pass, oder let him go. They gave him 2 yes's and everybody started screaming.
"I don't know," Alana sagte holding up a dress so Harry could see it, "What do Du think?" She held it up to her body.
"I think it looks very nice," He sat up on her bed. They were at a five star, sterne hotel and her room and Harry's where connected, Von 'accident'. The doors that separates the rooms were wide open. Someone knocked on Harry's door.
"Be right back.." The parents didn't know about the 'together' rooms. He ran into the room locked the door that lead to her room, and opened his, "Yes, Mommy dear?" He asked innocently .
"Whats going on?" She asked looking around the room, trying to find something.
"Uh... nothing."
She looked at him in disbelief, "Okay." She walked out the door, "I'm watching you, Harold!"
He closed the door and walked back into Alana's room. She was fidgeting with a pair of shoes and wearing a blue cocktail dress with sparkles around the boobs, her hair straightened, and blue high heels on.
"How do I look?" She spun around.
"You look amazing like always!" She blushed but didn't know why. "I think I should go get dressed too." He looked at her for a long minute, "Come help me." He grabbed her hand and they walked to his room. Alana looked through Harry's closet, surprisingly everything was neat.
"I think Du should where this." She pulled out a blue lange ärmel button-up and a black blazer.
"Okay," He smiled.
"You agree to anything don't you?" She put down the hemd, shirt and blazer. She dug out dark blue jeans, "Here Du go!" She handed him the jeans and walked out the room, shutting the conjoined door. She waited. And waited. And waited, until someone knocked on her door, that lead to the hall. She opened it and Mrs. Styles stood in a chic sweetheart neckline strapless short dress and black high heels.
"Ready?" She asked. Alana nodded and walked out, the same time as Harry. He looked over at her,
"Hello!" He cheered. His sister, dad, and other family and Friends walked out of their rooms. We took three different limos, one with the parents and his aunt, uncles, and grandparents, one with other grown ups, and little kids, and one with Alana, Harry, his sister, and his friends. Alana sat in-between Harry and Tanner, ever since the party they are really close. They talked the whole way to the restaurant. When they got there Alana sat, of course, Von Harry and Gemma. Her and Harry's seats where really close to each other. If she even put her hand down she touches his leg. They ordered there Essen and talked. Alana went to smooth out her dress when she accidently touched Harry's hand. He held onto it and smiled at her. She smiled back. They talked and held hands all night. As they walked out of the restaurant Tanner pulled Harry to the side. "Are Du and Alana dating?"
Harry back away, "No. Why?" Tanner looked at him confused, "Well, where do I begin? Du are holding hands, laughing, talking, Schauspielen like a real couple." Harry looked over at Alana. She was talking to Mr.Styles. Harry wondered what they are talking about. He shrugged, "I don't know. I kinda like her," But really he didn't even know how he felt about her. Tanner opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Alana skipped over to Harry and Tanner, "What's up?" Tanner smiled at Harry, "I'll leave Du two alone.." He backed away and started chasing Harry's sister with a frog. Alana crossed her arms and stared at Harry, "What was that about?" Harry shrugged. "So your dad was telling me that they are going to get a apartment here so they can stay with you," she took a breath, "tomorrow I'm going home." She whispered. Harry embraced her with a hug. "I know," He whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna miss you." Alana smiled backing away, "I'm gonna miss me too," Alana had a fake pouty face on. Harry smiled and grabbed her hand. They talked the whole way home, never leaving each others' side. The elevator was broke so they had to take the stairs.
Harry, Tanner, Heather, Tanner's girlfriend, and Alana were racing up the stairs when Alana tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. Harry an the others called a nearby hospital and tried to keep Alana awake.
The Weiter Tag Alana opened her eyes, and felt her forehead. She had it bandage from the fall last night. "Are Du okay?" She jumped a little and saw Harry laying right Weiter to her. She smiled, "What are Du doing in my bed?" Alana sat up. She winced getting a major migraine. Harry sat up rubbing her back, "Asprin?" She nodded as Harry grabbed the bottle from the night stand. She threw it in the back of her throat and took a sip of the ice water that was sitting on the nightstand. "You should get some Mehr rest." Harry patted her head. She nodded and laid back down. "I have to pack." Harry whispered. Alana grabbed his hand, "Come back?" She whispered. He nodded, kissed her forehead, and walked into his room. Everything was already packed and ready to go. There was a note attached to his X-Large, black suit case,
"Be at the hotel at seven pm tomorrow! -Mom"
Tomorrow Harry would be moving into a hotel with all the other contestants- and Alana would be going home.
Harry threw the note down and walked into Alana's room. She was asleep on the bed. Harry looked on her fore-head and saw a blackish-purple bruise. He rubbed his thumb lightly on it. Someone knocked on his door. He ran into his room shut the connected rooms door and opened his.
"Hi." A blonde boy sagte with a Irish accent, "Sorry, I must have the wrong room! Do Du know where 223 is?" Harry recognized the number. It is his sisters room number, she is on a different level than them because she wanted to be alone.
"Yeah, that's my sister's room. Why?" The boy's face went paler then it already was, "Because she told me to meet her at her hotel room." Harry looked at the boy confused.
"I'm just gonna..." The boy ran down the hall. Harry snickered.
"Who was that?" Alana asked tiredly. She stood behind Harry in a black Nike hoodie and had her arms crossed over her chest. She had dark circles under her eyes and the bruise had gotten darker and bigger.
Harry shut the door, "Just some kid." Alana walked closer to Harry and he wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Promise me something," Alana finally sagte backing away and sitting on the hotels bed.
"Anything." Harry sat Weiter to her.
Alana took a deep breathe, "Promise that what ever happens, Du will come back for me, and Du won't forget me." Harry held onto her hand, "I promise to come back for you. As soon as I make it big time, I will fly my personal jet over to your house!" He looked at her in the eyes, "Plus I can't live without my first-and last- Liebe of my life." Harry put his lips on hers. She backed away and smiled.
"Good. Because I can't live with out mine, " She whispered. They laid back and cuddled on the bett for an hour, just talking. It was almost ten and Alana's stomach was growling, "Wanna go get something to eat?" Harry nodded and they set off the go get some pizza.
"I'm stuffed!" Harry grunted laying back on the bed.
"Me too," Gemma threw the crust of her pizza in the empty pizza box. Alana laid on the floor scrolling threw her twitter, "Congratulation to Liam Payn, Cher Lloyd, Katie Waissel, Harry styles, Matt Cardle, and Niall Horan," Gemma sat up straight hearing Niall's name, "and so many others for making the first cut! I hope luck is on your sides."
Harry smiled, "Can Du believe I actually made it?"
"Yeah! Remember at the talent show? Everybody's face flew with shock over your voice." Gemma exclaimed. Harry blushed and looked at the pizza box. A knock came on the door.
"Hey guys!" Mrs. Styles exclaimed walking inside the room. Alana scooted away from Harry.
"Hello, mum! How was dinner?" Harry asked.
"Great!" Mr. Styles answered fidgeting with his jacket.
"I just wanted to make sure Du guys are okay!" Mrs. Styles sagte walking to the door, "Night!" We all scream good night in unis.
"I think I'm going to go back to my room," Gemma sagte standing up, "Night, bro. Night Ally." Gemma stood up, and walked out the door grabbing a Coca-Cola on the way. Alana sat up and looked in Harry's eyes, "I should get to bett too..."
Harry sighed, "Alright, I'll take Du to your room. Harry scooped her up and carried her bridal style to her bed. Alana giggled as he set her down.
"Good night." She whispered.
"Night." He kissed her bruise making her wince but she tried to hide it.
"Sorry," He whispered. She smiled at him and he walked out of the room.
Alana sat up in her bett and rubbed her eyes. She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and walked into the bathroom. Her hair was surprisingly straight. She sighed looking at her reflection. This is it. Du have to tell him today. If Du don't, he will hate you.
"You can do it." Alana sagte to her reflection. She spun around and knocked on the conjoining-doors. Harry opened it up.
"We need to talk." She demanded.
"Well, good-morning to Du too." He sagte sarcastically. Alana brushed pass him and sat on the bett sitting criss-cross style. She took a deep breath, "Before I go, I need to tell Du something. And... please don't be mad for not telling you."
He sagte Von Alana, "What?"
She sniffed, "I'm dyslexic." She murmured, "Don't be mad." She begged a tear slipping down her face.
Harry grabbed her hand, "I'm not mad at you." He hugged her, "I'm not mad at you."
"Harry." Someone sagte threw the door.
Alana looked up at him.
"I'm not mad." He whispered Küssen her. She went into her room and shut the door.
"Who was in here?" Gemma asked Harry walking into the middle of the suite. She looked at the conjoined-door, "No way! Du have a conjoined room?! I wonder who is on the other side." Harry jumped in-front of the door.
"Well," He did a fake laugh, "No way of knowing! Oh, and who was in your room last night?" Gemma had the face on that she always had when she was hiding something, "No one." She smirked walked towards the door.
"Was it that boy?" He asked following her out the door and into the hall.
"No." She keep walking towards the elevator, "Maybe."
Harry grabbed her wrist making her face him, "Are Du dating that blonde boy?"
"No!" Gemma protested. A kid with jet black hair ran down the hall, Harry recognized him from the X-Factor audition room. He ran pass Harry and down the stairs almost falling. A girl chased after him, her dark brown hair flying behind her, "Give it back, Zayn!" She yelled.
"Nope!" He yelled back.
Gemma smiled at Harry and ran down the stairs.
"Harry," Harry turned and saw him mum, "You need to get your bags in the truck so we can get Du to the X-Factor hotel." She went down the stairs, too.
"So, promise to call me when ever Du get the chance." Alana begged harry.
"Promise." Harry looked at her, but differently. He had a worried look in his eyes.
"I'll be fine Harry." She assured him. He nodded and hugged her, "I Liebe you,"
"I Liebe Du too." She backed away and grabbed her bags. Gemma hugged her and then Mrs. Styles.
"Bye!" Alana waved and then she was off.
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"Where Finally here!" Harry exclaimed. Alana held his hand, "Nervous?" They stood in the waiting room in the X-Factor studio. Some people looked nervous, some didn't, and some were even crying.
He shook his head, "No." He thought for a few seconds, "Maybe.... Yeah." She squeezed his hand tighter, "Your going to do great. Don't be nervous."
Mrs. Styles pinned his number to his shirt, "Go make me proud." They waited for hours and hours, until finally they called his name. They asked him questions, and then he sang. Like an angel. Alana watched the little screen that Harry was on, everybody was surrounding it. It got silent as the judges where deciding to let him pass, oder let him go. They gave him 2 yes's and everybody started screaming.
"I don't know," Alana sagte holding up a dress so Harry could see it, "What do Du think?" She held it up to her body.
"I think it looks very nice," He sat up on her bed. They were at a five star, sterne hotel and her room and Harry's where connected, Von 'accident'. The doors that separates the rooms were wide open. Someone knocked on Harry's door.
"Be right back.." The parents didn't know about the 'together' rooms. He ran into the room locked the door that lead to her room, and opened his, "Yes, Mommy dear?" He asked innocently .
"Whats going on?" She asked looking around the room, trying to find something.
"Uh... nothing."
She looked at him in disbelief, "Okay." She walked out the door, "I'm watching you, Harold!"
He closed the door and walked back into Alana's room. She was fidgeting with a pair of shoes and wearing a blue cocktail dress with sparkles around the boobs, her hair straightened, and blue high heels on.
"How do I look?" She spun around.
"You look amazing like always!" She blushed but didn't know why. "I think I should go get dressed too." He looked at her for a long minute, "Come help me." He grabbed her hand and they walked to his room. Alana looked through Harry's closet, surprisingly everything was neat.
"I think Du should where this." She pulled out a blue lange ärmel button-up and a black blazer.
"Okay," He smiled.
"You agree to anything don't you?" She put down the hemd, shirt and blazer. She dug out dark blue jeans, "Here Du go!" She handed him the jeans and walked out the room, shutting the conjoined door. She waited. And waited. And waited, until someone knocked on her door, that lead to the hall. She opened it and Mrs. Styles stood in a chic sweetheart neckline strapless short dress and black high heels.
"Ready?" She asked. Alana nodded and walked out, the same time as Harry. He looked over at her,
"Hello!" He cheered. His sister, dad, and other family and Friends walked out of their rooms. We took three different limos, one with the parents and his aunt, uncles, and grandparents, one with other grown ups, and little kids, and one with Alana, Harry, his sister, and his friends. Alana sat in-between Harry and Tanner, ever since the party they are really close. They talked the whole way to the restaurant. When they got there Alana sat, of course, Von Harry and Gemma. Her and Harry's seats where really close to each other. If she even put her hand down she touches his leg. They ordered there Essen and talked. Alana went to smooth out her dress when she accidently touched Harry's hand. He held onto it and smiled at her. She smiled back. They talked and held hands all night. As they walked out of the restaurant Tanner pulled Harry to the side. "Are Du and Alana dating?"
Harry back away, "No. Why?" Tanner looked at him confused, "Well, where do I begin? Du are holding hands, laughing, talking, Schauspielen like a real couple." Harry looked over at Alana. She was talking to Mr.Styles. Harry wondered what they are talking about. He shrugged, "I don't know. I kinda like her," But really he didn't even know how he felt about her. Tanner opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Alana skipped over to Harry and Tanner, "What's up?" Tanner smiled at Harry, "I'll leave Du two alone.." He backed away and started chasing Harry's sister with a frog. Alana crossed her arms and stared at Harry, "What was that about?" Harry shrugged. "So your dad was telling me that they are going to get a apartment here so they can stay with you," she took a breath, "tomorrow I'm going home." She whispered. Harry embraced her with a hug. "I know," He whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna miss you." Alana smiled backing away, "I'm gonna miss me too," Alana had a fake pouty face on. Harry smiled and grabbed her hand. They talked the whole way home, never leaving each others' side. The elevator was broke so they had to take the stairs.
Harry, Tanner, Heather, Tanner's girlfriend, and Alana were racing up the stairs when Alana tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. Harry an the others called a nearby hospital and tried to keep Alana awake.
The Weiter Tag Alana opened her eyes, and felt her forehead. She had it bandage from the fall last night. "Are Du okay?" She jumped a little and saw Harry laying right Weiter to her. She smiled, "What are Du doing in my bed?" Alana sat up. She winced getting a major migraine. Harry sat up rubbing her back, "Asprin?" She nodded as Harry grabbed the bottle from the night stand. She threw it in the back of her throat and took a sip of the ice water that was sitting on the nightstand. "You should get some Mehr rest." Harry patted her head. She nodded and laid back down. "I have to pack." Harry whispered. Alana grabbed his hand, "Come back?" She whispered. He nodded, kissed her forehead, and walked into his room. Everything was already packed and ready to go. There was a note attached to his X-Large, black suit case,
"Be at the hotel at seven pm tomorrow! -Mom"
Tomorrow Harry would be moving into a hotel with all the other contestants- and Alana would be going home.
Harry threw the note down and walked into Alana's room. She was asleep on the bed. Harry looked on her fore-head and saw a blackish-purple bruise. He rubbed his thumb lightly on it. Someone knocked on his door. He ran into his room shut the connected rooms door and opened his.
"Hi." A blonde boy sagte with a Irish accent, "Sorry, I must have the wrong room! Do Du know where 223 is?" Harry recognized the number. It is his sisters room number, she is on a different level than them because she wanted to be alone.
"Yeah, that's my sister's room. Why?" The boy's face went paler then it already was, "Because she told me to meet her at her hotel room." Harry looked at the boy confused.
"I'm just gonna..." The boy ran down the hall. Harry snickered.
"Who was that?" Alana asked tiredly. She stood behind Harry in a black Nike hoodie and had her arms crossed over her chest. She had dark circles under her eyes and the bruise had gotten darker and bigger.
Harry shut the door, "Just some kid." Alana walked closer to Harry and he wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Promise me something," Alana finally sagte backing away and sitting on the hotels bed.
"Anything." Harry sat Weiter to her.
Alana took a deep breathe, "Promise that what ever happens, Du will come back for me, and Du won't forget me." Harry held onto her hand, "I promise to come back for you. As soon as I make it big time, I will fly my personal jet over to your house!" He looked at her in the eyes, "Plus I can't live without my first-and last- Liebe of my life." Harry put his lips on hers. She backed away and smiled.
"Good. Because I can't live with out mine, " She whispered. They laid back and cuddled on the bett for an hour, just talking. It was almost ten and Alana's stomach was growling, "Wanna go get something to eat?" Harry nodded and they set off the go get some pizza.
"I'm stuffed!" Harry grunted laying back on the bed.
"Me too," Gemma threw the crust of her pizza in the empty pizza box. Alana laid on the floor scrolling threw her twitter, "Congratulation to Liam Payn, Cher Lloyd, Katie Waissel, Harry styles, Matt Cardle, and Niall Horan," Gemma sat up straight hearing Niall's name, "and so many others for making the first cut! I hope luck is on your sides."
Harry smiled, "Can Du believe I actually made it?"
"Yeah! Remember at the talent show? Everybody's face flew with shock over your voice." Gemma exclaimed. Harry blushed and looked at the pizza box. A knock came on the door.
"Hey guys!" Mrs. Styles exclaimed walking inside the room. Alana scooted away from Harry.
"Hello, mum! How was dinner?" Harry asked.
"Great!" Mr. Styles answered fidgeting with his jacket.
"I just wanted to make sure Du guys are okay!" Mrs. Styles sagte walking to the door, "Night!" We all scream good night in unis.
"I think I'm going to go back to my room," Gemma sagte standing up, "Night, bro. Night Ally." Gemma stood up, and walked out the door grabbing a Coca-Cola on the way. Alana sat up and looked in Harry's eyes, "I should get to bett too..."
Harry sighed, "Alright, I'll take Du to your room. Harry scooped her up and carried her bridal style to her bed. Alana giggled as he set her down.
"Good night." She whispered.
"Night." He kissed her bruise making her wince but she tried to hide it.
"Sorry," He whispered. She smiled at him and he walked out of the room.
Alana sat up in her bett and rubbed her eyes. She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and walked into the bathroom. Her hair was surprisingly straight. She sighed looking at her reflection. This is it. Du have to tell him today. If Du don't, he will hate you.
"You can do it." Alana sagte to her reflection. She spun around and knocked on the conjoining-doors. Harry opened it up.
"We need to talk." She demanded.
"Well, good-morning to Du too." He sagte sarcastically. Alana brushed pass him and sat on the bett sitting criss-cross style. She took a deep breath, "Before I go, I need to tell Du something. And... please don't be mad for not telling you."
He sagte Von Alana, "What?"
She sniffed, "I'm dyslexic." She murmured, "Don't be mad." She begged a tear slipping down her face.
Harry grabbed her hand, "I'm not mad at you." He hugged her, "I'm not mad at you."
"Harry." Someone sagte threw the door.
Alana looked up at him.
"I'm not mad." He whispered Küssen her. She went into her room and shut the door.
"Who was in here?" Gemma asked Harry walking into the middle of the suite. She looked at the conjoined-door, "No way! Du have a conjoined room?! I wonder who is on the other side." Harry jumped in-front of the door.
"Well," He did a fake laugh, "No way of knowing! Oh, and who was in your room last night?" Gemma had the face on that she always had when she was hiding something, "No one." She smirked walked towards the door.
"Was it that boy?" He asked following her out the door and into the hall.
"No." She keep walking towards the elevator, "Maybe."
Harry grabbed her wrist making her face him, "Are Du dating that blonde boy?"
"No!" Gemma protested. A kid with jet black hair ran down the hall, Harry recognized him from the X-Factor audition room. He ran pass Harry and down the stairs almost falling. A girl chased after him, her dark brown hair flying behind her, "Give it back, Zayn!" She yelled.
"Nope!" He yelled back.
Gemma smiled at Harry and ran down the stairs.
"Harry," Harry turned and saw him mum, "You need to get your bags in the truck so we can get Du to the X-Factor hotel." She went down the stairs, too.
"So, promise to call me when ever Du get the chance." Alana begged harry.
"Promise." Harry looked at her, but differently. He had a worried look in his eyes.
"I'll be fine Harry." She assured him. He nodded and hugged her, "I Liebe you,"
"I Liebe Du too." She backed away and grabbed her bags. Gemma hugged her and then Mrs. Styles.
"Bye!" Alana waved and then she was off.
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