I could feel my heart pounding in my chest so hard that I swore it was about to explode any minute now.

Maybe I should just turn around and go home, yeah? That sounds like a better option than standing in this line any longer. But when I turned to face my sister, she shook her head with a raised brow. "Don't even try, Harry. You're getting up on that stage and you're going to blow them judges away with your audition."

I huffed in defeat. The palms of my hands were sweating, and I wiped them on my jeans with a sigh. That's definitely attractive, Harry.

Looking around at some of the other contestants that were waiting in line, there was a mixture of faces that looked thrilled for this opportunity, while some others looked like they were ready to shit themselves. I was apart of that group of people.

Hundreds of people around the UK and further in Europe came to the city of London for these auditions, where they were being held for a full week before the real competition would begin.

The judges on this show were huge and very talented artists, and one of them made my nerves increase even more.

Louis Tomlinson was a huge superstar in the pop music industry, and had thousands of girls (and guys) practically falling at his feet for just a simple photo or autograph. Hell, they'd pay millions just to have a used tissue he had thrown out in a nearby trashcan.

It was too bad for them girls, though, that he was into boys. He was completely out with his sexuality, and surprisingly nobody really cared that he was openly gay. Rumors were even flying around about him being in a relationship with another well known artist, Zayn Malik.

Besides Louis' hypnotizing voice, he was definitely a charming lad. He had the looks any guy would kill for, with his messy fringe which seemed like he didn't bother with fixing up much in the mornings.

And don't even get me started on his damn eyes.

I shook my head to myself, clearing the typical fanboy thoughts from my head as I heard my sister speak up.

"Harry," Gemma tapped my shoulder, letting out a small squeak. I raised my eyebrows, turning to look at her as she pointed towards the front of the line.

Oh.

There was only three more people ahead of me before it would be my turn. I bit my lip in anticipation, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm down my nerves. Running my hands against the fabric of my jeans, I looked over at Gemma. "Do you think they'll turn all four chairs around? Or at least one to get through to the battle rounds?"

"Most definitely. Harry, don't think I haven't heard you singing in the shower at night or the ass crack of dawn." Gemma chuckled, rolling her eyes. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks; the thought of my mum, step-father, and sister listening to me sing never occurred to me.

My parents sadly couldn't make it to my audition today, considering it's almost noon and they were both busy at work. I completely understood, hiding my disappointment when they told me the news. They wished me the best of luck, promising me that I'd do good.

Two more people.

"Shut up," I grumbled with blushing cheeks, shaking my head.

"I promise, Haz. You'll do great up there. You'll have the coaches bickering over who wants you on their team." Gemma encouraged, and I nodded uncertainly. How could she be so sure? There's hundreds of people here aching to get a spot as a contestant on this show, and many of them are much more talented than I am.

One more person.

God, I'm really hoping I make it through to the blind auditions and further more. Even if I got sent home, I'd be pretty upset, but at least I'd get to say I had the opportunity.

I felt a light tap of my shoulder, causing me to turn around abruptly away from my sister to face the person who gained my attention.

"You're up, bud." The worker spoke with a smile, handing me a microphone. "Good luck out there." I could see the cameramen stood off to the side, ready to record my entire performance that would be publicized on television.

I felt Gemma rub my shoulder comfortingly, and I nodded as I took the microphone carefully.

"Here we go." I murmured, fiddling with the mic in my hands for a moment. My sister leaned up on her toes, kissing my cheek. "Go on, Harry. I'll be right here when them coaches pass you through to the battle rounds."

With a small 'thank you', and giving my sister a returned kiss on the cheek I headed out onto the dimly lit stage. It was completely shaped into the letter 'R', which represented the title of the show.

There sat Adam Levine, Gwen Stefani, Demi Lovato, and the one and only Louis Tomlinson.

The Rise to Stardom coaches.

All of the four chairs were spun around to face the audience, blinding them from actually seeing me unless they were to turn around. I took a deep breath as the audition song I had prepared to sing for months began to play.

"I thought, I saw a man brought to life.
He was warm, he came around and he was dignified.
He showed me what it was to cry."

I sang along with the right notes, praying with everything in me that I wouldn't mess up and ruin my chance for good. My eyes shut for a moment as I held onto the microphone that was sitting on the stand with both of my hands.

Small gasps were heard around the audience when they noticed I hadn't switched the pronouns in the song from 'he' to 'she', like guys typically would in a song like this.

A sheepish smile formed on my lips as I skipped the next verse and began singing the one following. What made my smile widen was seeing Demi spin around in her chair, with the bottom panel glowing, I Want You.

I felt my confidence rise in my stomach, removing the microphone from its stand and instead holding it in my hands as I walked across the stage, singing the lyrics with (hopefully) enough passion.

"There's nothing where he used to lie, the conversation has run dry.
That's what's going on, nothing's fine, I'm torn."

Two buzzers sounded, which definitely caught me off guard when I saw Gwen and Louis' seats spin around to face me. That signature, bright smile was spread across Louis' lips as soon as he saw me, leaning against the table in front of him on his forearms.

As soon as the song died out and the arena was almost filled with silence, the audience began clapping and standing from their seats. Somewhere within the end of the song, Adam's chair spun around.

I had to bite down on my lip as I took my position back in the middle of the stage, preventing a huge grin from spreading across my lips.

"What is your name?" Louis spoke up as the clapping died out, leaning forward in his seat as that damn smile never left his lips.

"My name's Harry Styles." I spoke into the microphone with a smile, pushing some of my curls back away from my face.

Louis shook his head with a smile as he glanced over at the other three judges who were routing for me to be apart of their team. "You know; one thing I really love about this job is when people step foot on this stage you have no idea what to expect. But as soon as they open their mouths and you turn your chair around you're completely blown away. Seeing you up on this stage has definitely opened my mind more to that, and your voice is just incredible. You're confident; I like that."

"Thank you so much, Louis." I let out a small laugh, smiling wide as the dimples in my cheeks became more prominent.

"Trust me, this competition isn't going to be tough. I was standing exactly where you are once. But I'll definitely work hard to pull you throu-"

"You're so full of shit, Louis." Adam laughed as he teased Louis, causing him to roll his eyes as he turned his head to the side so he was looking at Adam.

"Oi, mate, friendly reminder as to who's team won last season?" Louis tried, raising his eyebrows expectantly as Adam shook his head. The audience began clapping and cheering Louis on. "Put a can in it, Tomlinson."

Louis smiled brightly, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. "That's what I thought."

Adam turned his head to look up at me, cupping the side of his mouth so it appeared to be like Louis couldn't see or hear what he was saying. "He has no idea what he's talking about. Hasn't had a well rested sleep in weeks; think it's finally getting to him."

"Don't make me get out of this chair, boy."

I couldn't help but laugh again at the playful banter. It was always funny to see it on television, but being here and experiencing it was a whole different thing.

Demi rolled her eyes as an amused smile played on her lips. "You kids fight like an old married couple."

The audience laughed, including myself. God dammit Harry, calm down before you start clapping and laughing like a retarded seal.

"Don't you worry about them two idiots, Harry. What I saw a few minutes ago was fantastic." Demi folded her hands over her lap as she grinned.

"Hey!" Louis and Adam exclaimed in unison, looking over at Demi. "We are not idiots!"

Another eye roll. "I've been with you two on this show for the past three seasons now. I think I would know."

Now it was Gwen's turn to speak. "Children, I swear." She laughed, before looking up at me with a sincere smile. "You will probably make some enemies on this show, but you will also make a lot of friends. This is a great opportunity, and whoever you chose as your coach will help you, dare I say it, rise to stardom."

I nodded with a smile, thanking Gwen for the advice.

"Okay, it's time to choose. Who do you want as your coach?"

Biting down on my lower lip, my eyes scanned over each of the four coaches I had to choose from. I know they were all amazing artists, and would definitely help me win this thing, but whose team did I definitely want to be apart of?

"I'm going to have to choose.." I started out, before making my decision.

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Woo, first chapters are always fun! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter up, especially the audition part with Adam and Louis bickering. I've always been a massive fan of The Voice, and I thought this would be a neat story plot. Like mentioned before, all credit of the selection progress and everything else goes to the producers, directors, etc. of the TV show!

-allie