There was a time.. *ON HOLD*

Five.

Chelsa still couldn't belive what Laurel told here. 'You knew him.' 'Knew, yeah. Why didn;t he turned around?' 'He thaught you were a fan sweetheart.' 'I know.' Laurel sat down and started thinking. 

After a half hour, Laurel heard some laughing voices. The boys! 'Chelsa, c'mon, let's go!' She took her Nikon, and her bag and ran to the boys. 'Hi, can I please have a picture with you?' 'Yeah, sure!' the boys made a picture and hugged Laurel. She looked at Harry but he didn't noticed at all why. 'We have to go, are you coming tonight for the concert?' asked Liam 'Yes, I'm on the first row, me and my friend are already waiting outside, thankyou for meeting you!' 'You're welcome' replayed Zayn. 'See ya tonight!' said Niall and they were gone. 

'Chelsa, what were you doing?' 'hmm?' Chelsa falled asleep. 'You missed the boys, look!' Laurel showed her the pictures. 'I tried to wake you up, but..' 'Nevermind, it's my own fault. I shouldn't fall asleep all the time' 'I will keep you awake now!' Chelsa looked at Laurel. 'Did Harry notices you was Laurel?' "I don't know, he looked at me but that's all..' Chelsa started thinking. 'You have to tell him Chelsa, not in a view hours, but now!' 

***Harry's POV***

'The girl who took a picture with us, I thaught I knew here..' said Harry while he knew it was so stupid to say that at loud. 'Maby she's a fan you saw before?' opperd Liam. 'No no no. I know her face, it looked famillier. Like, when I was little.' Louis shaked his head. 'What is wrong with you Harry? You was in the morning also this way, it's that girl right?' Harry nodded while he wiped away a tear. 'It's so frustrating. I"m going to that girl, I need to know what it is. I just need to know Louis!' Niall stoop up. 'But you can't go outside without the security.' 'No? Watch me!' Harry ran away while he was crying and cunfused.

What was wrong with him? who was that girl? What was she doing with him? It drove him crazy, but why? Harry sat down on the stage while he was crying. He was all alone in the concert hall. He screamed it out. Ed Sheeran just walked in, he was in the schedule. 'What's wrong mate?' Harry shook his head. 'Nothing.' he tried to walk away, but Ed stoped him. 'Why are you crying then? C'mon, tell me, did you got hate again?' 'No, it's a girl. I saw her tomorrow, she looked famillier to me, not as a fan, but as a friend frome Holmes..' 'Why do you think you know her? How's that possible? You're crazy!' Harry started laughing. 'No you are the crazy one here. You're the one who talks with cats..' 'Stop it you!' Ed and Harry hugged. 'C'mon, let's go to the others and explain.' said Ed, while Harry stood up. 'Yeah, okay. But you have to help me, you're the only one that understands.' Ed nodded and they walked to the boys' dressingroom.