It started in a bookstore H.S

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Harry gets up excited to see Winter again, this time on purpose and with meaning. He grabs his suitcase and heads to the trainstation, just as he is about to buy his ticket his phone rings. Sighing he picks it up seeing it was Paige, but he already informed her of what he was doing today.

"Harry, when will you be back?" It is increadibly loud where she is and Harry hardly gets what she says, he tells her tommorow night and then she hangs up. He wishes he had someone he could talk to about the stress his life creates, and not just with his manager. He knows Paige cares about him, but not in the way a lover or even a friend would. All this thinking has side tracked Harry for what he is really at the station for, he goes to pay for his ticket but sees he is too late for the first train and must take the second one.

As he turns around to face the now leaving train his eyes immeadtly go to a girl in the window, staring right at him. Before he even has time to react the train is off, it takes him a minute to realise that was Winter. He gets butterflies as now he knows she will be at the convention and he wants to get there as quickly as he can.

Arriving at Cheltenham is hectic, Harry forgot that he was a well known singer and everytime he tried to walk towards the building he got stopped and asked for a picture. Harry loves his fans but he has a life, and he needs to be somewhere, with someone. Only presentors are allowed in early but Harry has nowhere else to go, he decides to walk around at he sees a nice cosy café. Just as he is about to walk in he sees a girl with blonde hair looking out he window, he quickly backs away from the door to get a better look. Its Winter.

He could go inside and wish her luck on her presentation, like a normal person would. But he just cant, everytime he sees her he becomes frozen, scared he will muck up his chances. He sees Winter stand up, and he decides he cant be seem. To anyone walking by Harry must look like a total creep, but he doesn't really care at this point in time. He watches as she leaves and heads towards the building, Harry goes into the shop hoping some tea and a pastry will help keep his nerves at ease.

He looks at his watch and sees that he is 30 minutes late. As he enters the building he gets greeted by well known people, atleast he thinks they are. There is so many people that Harry now feels dumb thinking he would be able to find her in one of the biggest writing conventions in the world. He notices a bunch of people huddled over in the left corner, he gets a feeling deep in his gut that it is Winnies stand. She is an extraordinary writer, and he couldn't be prouder of her right at this moment.

As he gets closer and closer to the stand, people make way for him to read some pieces of paper on the table. In the center of the table there is a piece of paper with bold letters at the top that reads 'echoed silence'. Harry smiles to no one but himself, she put the work that Harry feels started this all. Harry reads other small poems and short stories and every time he is left feeling a new emotion, rethinking everything he has known. He listens to the people around him to see if he is the only person feeling this way, he isn't. So many people are in shock, naming their favorites, acknowledging the emotion in the work, some old ladies are even shedding a few tears.

Harry leaves Winters stand and wanders around, he reads some other works so he doesn't look like a complete weirdo. Everything he reads doesn't compare to Winters work, nothing will ever be able to compare to her. Her beautiful blonde hair, her big brown eyes, her freckles that fall perfectly on her face, her two front teeth having a slight gap. Harry sees all of these things as perfections, if anyone ever told him otherwise he would fight till dawn.

An old man, who Harry assumes to be the person running this whole things takes the stage with a bottle of champagne. Everybody shuffles over to the stage and falls quiet waiting for the man to say or do anything. Harry notices almost every person is looking up at him in awe, in jealousy or inspiration. Harry wishes one day that could be him, to inspire so many people just like how he inspired Winter to start her blog.

"Every year we announce the writer of the year, it is decided by how well they fit the criteria. Are they an emotional writer? Are they a confident writer? Are they unique, would be the most important one on my list. Peter White and myself have read over thousands and thousands pieces of writing, and we have decided on someone who shows all of these qualities. Winter Thorn, please make your way on stage." A roar of applause erupts in the audience as everybody looks around to try and find her.

Soon enough Harry spots her blonde hair swaying as she steps onto the stage, shaking the two men's hands and taking the award. She walks towards the mic, but doesn't say anything, she is staring at her trophy in awe. Harry has to hold back tears, he feels this is an incredibly emotional moment for her as well as a huge milestone, he is so thankful that he was able to be with her this time, even though she might not know it.

"Wow, thank you so much. Not to long ago I would sit in a corner and write by myself, to afraid of what others thought of me. That was until I met someone, someone whose green eyes hypnotized me and believed in me. I wish he was here to see me now-" Harry watches as her eyes scan the room, locking on Harrys. Green on brown. Harry smiles widely, happy she knows that he is here. -" I- never mind he is here." Laughter escapes everyone, but to Harry its quiet. There is nobody but Winter and himself, they both haven't stop making eye contact too scared they'll loose each other if they stop looking.

She says thank you again and walks down the stage. Everybody engulfs her with praises and questions, Harry decides to wait for her to be alone. Just how she likes it.

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I don't like this chapter, but oh well :)

xoxo Shezz