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Liam's Point Of View

September 15th

I sit next to Harry for about 15 minutes in complete silence. He's sitting on the edge of his seat, his elbows resting on his knees, looking right in front of him.

I try to help the best that I can, but he sure is in a though situation. I would give him advice, but my relationship with Sophia had nothing near to do with what he's feeling now.

He fell for a fan back in Montreal, he found her incredibly nice and sweet over the minute he met her. He always does that, he always picks a favourite fan and tries to make her have an amazing time. But in Montreal, it was different. He was always near her on the stage, he looked at her dancing, he mentioned her on stage, he asked me to give her the flags and when the show was over, he even went back to the stage to see her again, but she was with her friend so he chickened out. He NEVER chickens out! He's Harry! He flirts with older woman, kisses anything he can charm and I'm sure he must have slept with a fan or two. He kept her notes in his wallet for crying out loud. If she is here, it's amazing! Wonder why he feels that way? Why is he not jumping up and down?

"What are you thinking mate?"

"Even if Gynie wasn't the girl from Montreal, she was still incredible. I tell you Liam, she was funny and nice... and beautiful. But if she is that girl from Montreal, then it's... But when I rushed my questions to know if it was really her, I think she figured it out. I mean, I'm just wearing sunglasses for God's sake, I'm surprised she didn't know already since she's a fan. But it was nice getting to know someone without fame blinding our judgements."

He's in it deep. I've never seen him like this before.

"Well, she left you her e-mail address, write to her. If she knows who you are, you know she'll respond, I'm sure of it. But! If she doesn't know who you are, she can either respond or ignore you since you left her like a jerk on her doorsteps. But then again, you know where she lives and you owe her a bike. But either way, if you want to pursue something with her, she eventually needs to see you, you can't always wear sunglasses. That was also was pretty lame of you, you kept them in the pub?"

"Yeah... She asked me about it, but I told her my eyes were sensitive to light."

"Lame, mate..."

"I know and she found out it wasn't true..."

He gets up like it's Christmas morning and looks at me with a bright smile on his face.

"You're right, I will write to her!"

"What are you saying, of course, I'm right!"

We laugh and we join Niall and Louis in the kitchen.

"Hey lads!"

"Harry, where were you mate? Liam was freaking out!" Says Louis.

"No I wasn't! I knew he'd show up... Eventually!" I respond.

"You're not eating?" Niall asks, his mouth full.

Harry sits down at the table and gets his cellphone out of his pants.

"No, I already ate..." He says looking right to his screen.

He must be writing to Gynie. I find myself very excited to intrigued to meet her.  We'll see...