Chapter Thirty-Two.

                                    

                                          
Aimee’s P.O.V.
                          
I’d spent my first night in LA in the most amazing place ever. Apparently it was Gary's house or something, but it was honestly like something you'd see in heaven. I was right when I said Gary Barlow was my mentor. He’s actual amazing and I can’t wait to work with him... if I get through that is. I was standing just inside from where Gary sat outside to hear the girls perform. Katie, my friend I met on the plane ride over here, was up before me. She was amazing. She walked back into the house.
                          
"How did it go?" I asked.
                          
"I messed up in the middle... I’ve no chance now." I hugged her.
                          
"You have every chance." I smiled at her but it was a fake one. If Katie is much more talented than me and she hasn’t got through, what hope have I? I was snapped out of my thoughts when my name was called. Oh shit,
                          
"Good luck!" Katie said, with a weak smile before she walked off. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the sunshine.
                          
"Ok Aimee, when you’re ready." Gary said, calmly. I nodded towards the dude at the keyboard and he started playing. I sang 'We Found Love' by Rihanna. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqRPwJ-TiLk&feature=related) I finished the song and waited nervously. "Well done Aimee. I’ll see you tomorrow." I nodded and gave a weak smile and walked off.
                          
Had I done enough?
                          
Meghan’s P.O.V.
                          
"When are you coming over?" Liam asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice through the phone.
                          
"I just have to finish a bit of my coursework then I’ll be there."
                          
"Coursework? You’ve left school?" He asked.
                          
"I know but for the art college I applied to, you have to have some pieces of work as a kind of portfolio and you have to write about each piece and they mark you on your spelling, punctuation and grammar so I’m finishing a bit off for that." I said, setting my phone on the desk, putting him on speaker.
                          
"Do you want me to come pick you up? We haven’t had Meghan and Liam time since..."
                          
"Since last night?" I giggled as I remembered last night.
                          
"Exactly. I’m coming to get you! See you in 10." I could hear the smile in Liam’s voice again. He hung up before I could answer. I quickly fixed my hair and makeup and brushed my teeth. I went back into my art room and lifted my notebook full of my essays on my work. I’d finished working on some 3D fabric flowers I had made. I had to write about how I made them and what I used. I was pulled out of my thought by a familiar knock on the door.
                          
Liam.
                          
"It’s open!" I yelled. I heard the door open followed by Liam walking into my art room.
                          
"What if I had been a burglar?" He asked, leaning on the door frame, crossing his arms.
                          
"Well then I would have been burgled." I smirked. He laughed and sat down beside me. He took my notebook from me and started reading what I had written so far.
                          
"Need any help?"
                          
"Not really."
                          
"Good because I can’t spell." I giggled and took the book back off him. I started writing a few things down and I could sense him staring at me.
                          
"You should take a picture, it’ll last longer, babe." Liam laughed and got up to look at my other art stuff.
                          
"You’re incredible at art you know." He said, observing all of my paintings hung around the walls.
                          
"Well, it would sort have helped since I got accepted into an art college..." He smiled and shook his head at me.
                          
"You’re very sarcastic today." Liam took my hand and pulled me close to him, laughing. "I love you."
                          
"I know you do." I smirked and moved away from him and tidied my art stuff away.
                          
"Oh, it’s that way is it?" He moved closer to me and started tickling me. I hate being tickled. I couldn’t manage to tell him to stop because I was laughing so hard. I reached out one hand and lifted a paintbrush that still had paint on it and wiped it straight across his cheek. He let go of me and I bolted to the other side of the room. He turned around smirking at me and lifted another paintbrush.
                          
"If one spec of paint touches my work, you’re going to feel your last name!" i warned him, pointing the brush at him. He gave me a dirty look then put the paintbrush down. I smirked at him and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned in. I leaned in too, only to be met with a paintbrush covered in blue paint on my lips rather than his. "Oh, it’s on!"
                          
Aimee’s P.O.V.
                          
I was lying in bed listening to my iPod. I looked at my phone for the first time today. Two messages. I opened up the first one.
                          
Dylan: Hey babe, how did it go today? xxx
                          
 Aimz: it was ok, I won’t know until tomorrow tho :/ xxx
                          
 Dylan: Listen, I’m sorry I’m not telling you this in person but it’s eating me inside. I really like you and I’d love it if I could take you out sometime?
                          
I didn’t know what to text back. I left it and opened up the other message and my jaw nearly hit the ground. It was just as shocking as Dylan’s. Maybe even more.
                          
Curls: I still love you.x
                          
I'm definitely caught in a love triangle. Who do I text back to first? What do I say to either of them? I pulled up Harry’s message and hovered my thumbs over the keyboard.