Harry's POV
"You alright, mate? You seem a little shaken." Niall asks.
"A girl gave my a journal, at the show. I saw her for just a second, she was beautiful." I say, probably looking like I've gone mad.
"Someone got a crush?" Liam buds in on our conversation.
"A fan gave Harry a notebook and he saw her just for a second, 'She was beautiful'" Niall mocks me.
"Oh, shut up." I nudge him, embarrassed.
I walk over to the maroon, tour bunk I called my own, opening the hard-covered floral note book with my name written on in. I just lightly skim through the whole thing before returning back to the first page. The nameless girl's handwriting was neat and I could imagine the graphite smoothly scribe the creamy, white pages. "It's exactly 240 days until the concert in Seattle, I'm in Los Angeles right now because it's fall and probably raining like crazy in Seattle right now. Right! Sorry, you don't even know my name! My name is Grace, Grace Howard." The nameless beauty now has a name; Grace. Fitting. I flash back to my memories, grasping onto the memory of her pale skin and plump, pink lips. Her white blonde hair framed her face, as she nervously tucked it behind her ear, when she locked eyes with me. I couldn't tell what eye color she bared, but I imagined a caramel brown color. I then continued to read about her, her past, and the ones she loved. I was never one for reading, but her elegant, graceful words, lured me in with every sentence. Her funny stories and thoughtful poems, touched my senses making my mind go wild. I just wanted to know her, to meet her. I turn the page and a picture falls onto my lap. I lifted it up to my eyes, noticing the girl; Grace, with her friends one I assumed to be Isabella. I look closer peering at the printed pixels, looking closer to confirm her eye color but I couldn't tell, she was too far away. She was so beautiful, her smile lit her face up, as a dimple indented the left side of her face. I couldn't help but ask myself why I was so crazy about this girl. I yet to have an answer.
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About three months later, I had been reading the journal off and on, every so often. I notice I turn to the very last page. "Today is the last day I will get to write in this, it's finally the concert. If you're reading this, wow, thanks! You've lasted through my hectic and madness. I would like to apologize for my horrible hand writing and any spelling errors that you have ran across. I'd also like to apologize for my pathetic poems and jokes. This is sure something that you hear a lot but I want to say it just one more time... Maybe two. Thank you. You have no idea what you have done for m and how you've helped me in ways that no one else could. Thank you." I read her last words making me smile. "You're welcome, love" I whisper under my breath. A small white piece of a torn, white, mailing envolope, falls onto my lap. I pick it up and laugh until I see what is on the other side of the tattered piece of scrap that was most likely used for a marker of some sort. I sit on my bed alone just watching some football. "5678 Parkway suites and condos, Los An-" the rest was torn off. I remember earlier in the journal she sated that she spends her fall and winter months in Los Angeles, and summer in Seattle. At the moment I'm on break at my house on Los Angeles. "It's bloody October!" I yell, trashing the covers from my body, standing from my bed, pacing back and forth. I grab my phone from my night stand and pull up google, rapidly typing in the address and setting my navigation from my house to hers. Wait should I? It's kinda late. I glance over to my table clock that read 10:45. "If I leave now I will get there a little past eleven." I debate. "ah, fuck it." I say, running over to my closet and throwing on a black pair of my shorts and a black shirt. I run to the door and look at my mess of a hair in the mirror on my way to the garage. I swiftly pull my hair in a bun.
"Here we go."
