There was a time.. *ON HOLD*

Four

'Laurel, are you awake yet?' Chelsa ran up the stairs while she screamed to Laurel. 'It's the big day, remember?' but Laurel already sat on her bed, ready to go. 'Can we go? I'm ready! Bye dad!' and they were gone.

15 minutes later they were at the place were the concert was in the night. They were really early, and it was still dark outside. Starbucks just opened, so Chelsa went to Starbucks while Laurel sat down at the stairs, waiting.

***HARRY'S POV***

Harry never thaught at his childhood, and never at Laurel, but since a few days, he does again. Why did he never saw her again? Would se still lives by her dad, or is she back at her mum, who moved up to Edinburgh? All those questions, and never he will know the answer. 'What's up mate?' Louis went in the dressingroom. 'Nothing, it's just. I miss a child-hood friend.'  'Friends come and go, you know.' Harry nodded, but he knew Laurel was special. He missed her. 'Why do you always wear that bracelant?' Louis punched at Harry's arm. 'It's the only thing I still have from her.' 'Oh, I'm sorry.' Louis hugged Harry while Harry wiped a tear away. At that moment Niall came in the room. 'Hi patatoes, there are fans alrady outside, there are two!' Zayn and Liam hopped in to. 'I'm going outside, there's a starbucks here.' said Louis and he pulled on a hoodie. 'Can I come with you?' asked Harry. 'Yeah, sure!' Harry and Louis walked out the room and the rest of the lads stayed chilling.

***Laurels POV***

Chelsa just came back from Starbucks when they saw two guys with hoodies running into the Starbucks. Laurel saw the postures and knew it. 'Chels, it are Louis and Harry, I'm sure!' Chelsa looked at Laurel, she started smiling really weird all the time. 'Lets go then!' Laurel took a deep breath, when she walked in the starbucks. 'Hi Harry.' Harry didn't hear anything and Laurel looked at Chelsa. 'Hi Louis' started Chelsa, but the boys ran away. Laurel started crying. Why didn't Harry just turned around so he could see her face? Chelsa walked to Laurel. 'It's ok Laurel, but why are you crying?' 'I have to tell you a story Chelsa, a really long story.'

They came back to the building, where they sat on the stairs. 'Tell me everything Laurel.' Laurel took a deep breath and started telling the story. 'You know when I was 6 I went to London with my dad, and never come back right? A view weeks ago, I talked with my dad about it, and he gave me a picture book. And in that book, there stood a picture, it was Harry and me. I lived in Holmes Chapel, we were neighboors Chelsa. He gave me this bracelent.There was a time I knew him. A time we were friends and played together. I wanna meet him again, and really now I know we were child-hood friends. Chelsa, how is it possible we never talked again?' Chelsa wiped away a tear. 'wow' was all she could say. 'But why haven't you told me?' 'Because I wanted to know it for sure, so I wouldn't make a mistake. Look, I've braught the picture book also with me.' 'Show me!' Laurel started showing the pictures.

All those years they haven't seen eachother, would he reaconize her? Would he know it was her, Laurel? Laurel was excited, but also scared. What if he don't know her anymore, was forgotten her? Laurel sink in her own thaughts.