Which Star (Harry Styles story)

Three.

Feb. 25, 2013, Entry 7-Harry

Rehersal, rehersal,rehersal. Ultimately the only thing the guys and I do today. Apparently tomorrow's concert is huge. That means we have to give our all, which usually I can do. But right now I feel almost sick, it's been two days only, and I'm missing home.

At least I talked to you on the phone last night, though you sounded weak.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I think I'm sick." You say.

"Oh. Well I love you very much. Better yet?" I say.

You hesitate. "Shhhh."

We both laugh. I missed that laugh.

"Well I'd better sleep, it's 3 AM, and I have to work tomorrow." You say sadly.

"Yeah. I do too. Goodnight, love. I miss and love you very much. Sweet dreams, alright?"

"Alright. I love you too. Sweet dreams to you." You say compassionately. I repeat in my head, I love you, Leigh, I love you. 

Feb. 26, 2013, Entry 8-Harry

Happy birthday, love. I wish I could be with you. I'm writing in the morning because we have more rehersal today. It's 6 in the morning, and we have to leave at 8. 

Last night I looked for our star. I found it. It's the bright one on the Big Dipper. That's our star. I wish I could fly up to it and get it for you, and I wish it wasn't so impossible. 

We're on the tour bus right now, on our way to the arena, where we'll reherse again for tonight.

Unlike me, the guys are excited for tonight's concert. I can't wait, but it just means more looking for you. I know it's hopeless, but I can't help myself.

Niall, Liam, and Zayn are all sleeping, with only me and Lou talking about things by the window at the table. Louis is also helping me with writing. He says he misses you. Not as much as me, th.....