Harry's POV
I looked through the performers applications, scattering them across the small table.
I came across a picture, a girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes. The performer from today.
Logan.
I narrowed my brows, looking though her application. She seemed familiar, that smile bringing back vague memories from back when I lived in Cheshire.
Logan Garner.
The name immediately caught my attention. I flipped through the few photographs she had. The unique and somehow perfect photographs exposing a sentimental side.
One thing caught my eye though, a charm dangling from her neck.
I brought the photograph closer to my face, narrowing my eyes and examining the small accessory.
It was a charm. The charm that brought back so many painful remembrances.
I suppressed the tears threatening to slip from the corner of my eyes.
"L-Logan..?" I stuttered, running my thumb over the laminated picture.
She had changed. Her hips much more petite, her limbs long and much more masculine.
I picked up my cell, dialing the number located on the back of her slip.
"Hello... I'm interested in one of your dancers." I mumbled, still staring at her picture.
"Her name? Oh yes. Logan Garner."
Logan's POV
Louis and I cuddled closely on the leather couch located in the middle of our shared flat.
He played with my hair, twisting it between his fingers as we watched the comedy playing on the telly.
"What did I ever do to deserve you..?" He mumbled against my head.
"I'm the one who should be asking that question." I giggled, nuzzling my body deeper into his.
I had been with Louis for over three years now, happily together and inseparable.
I played with his fingers, tracing figure eights into his palm. My eyes occasionally meeting his.
"Your cell is ringing." He whispered, opening his arms to let me free.
I groaned, standing up and making my way towards my leather bag resting on the kitchen counter.
I fished out the vibrating device, tapping answer and bringing it to my ear.
"Gracie?" I asked, leaning against the cold counter.
"Logan! I have some exciting news for you love." She exclaimed.
"What is it?" I laughed in amusement.
"You got the job, the singer, Harry, called me himself and requested for you to perform as one of the dancers. Isn't that great?" Gracie chirped happily.
I brought my lower lips between my teeth, biting down lightly. I felt my heart miss a beat, my face flushing a slight pink.
"Yeah.." I whispered quietly, "Gracie, I have to get going. Text me the details please?"
"Okay, good night!" She said before the line went dead.
I felt my hands wobble, my bottom lip quiver.
He couldn't remember me.. Could he?
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
