“Stop!” I laugh as you ruffle my curls that are way overdue a haircut. You’ve been teasing me about them since we met but I can’t resist how pretty you are.

We’re both 16, you’re a few months younger than me and we’re just as immature as each other. We sit backstage and giggle at the most random things, bring snacks for each other and eat to pass some time. I’d say we clicked instantly on the first day of X-Factor, I sat beside you in the waiting room and we talked for a few minutes before I had to leave and complete my audition.

After we both did ours you found me again backstage. Well, you didn’t find me we just coincidentally ran into each other outside the bathrooms and we talked some more.

We’re now half-way through the X-Factor and we’ve both been put into bands. You’re in a girl band called ‘Little Mix’ and mine is ‘One Direction’. I personally think you’re the best singer out of your band but I might be a little biased.