Chapter 3

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KELLY'S POV

"Hello?" Lilly said cautiously. My vision seemed back to normal and I felt less sick than I did before. Wait did I faint? "Can you hear me?" My Mum said. She had a worried look plastered on her face. "Yes," I said, "What happened?" I questioned.

"You fainted when your Mum talked about moving to Austrailia." Lilly said blankly. I slowly remebered what had happened, the bombshell. I felt sick again. "NO!" I shouted and I burst into tears.

My Mum comforted me and when I had stopped sobbing she quietly said, "The decision has been made." I prised myslef from my Mum's arms and ran to my room leaving Lilly with my parents. I couldn't bear it. They wouldn't do it. Would they?

HARRY'S POV

As soon as I woke up my mission was clear and I began to think of ways I could find the girl fom the concert. But had no clue where to start searching for her. I could tweet but I'm not really sure the fans would be honest about where they sat.

But I do know what she looks like and if I asked for a picture of them too. But if I did that everyone would know I was up to something and it did sound a little creepy. I wondered if the people there would let me have the names of the people in the front row. It was worth a shot so as soon as I was ready I got in my car and drove back to venue from the concert last night.

It seemed pretty lifeless and I wondered if it was closed but I walked up to the front doors and it was open. There was a girl at the front desk. She recognised me but kept her cool. "Mr Harry Styles," she said camly, "How can I help you?"

I doubted they would let me have the information I needed but it was worth it. "I was wondering if I could speak to the person who sold the tickets for last nights show. I have some very important questions to ask." I said with hope. "I'll see if she is busy." The girl said.

"Thank you very much." I said gratefully. She then picked up her phone and said, "I have Harry Styles here and he would like to speak to you.- uh huh- yeh- ok - see you soon!" She hung up the phone and smiled. "If you would take a seat over there she will be with you in a minute." The girl smiled. "Thanks." I said.

The lady seemed to arrive in no time and she took me through to her office. "I'm Samantha Gilburt, nice to meet you." She said cheerfully outstreaching her hand. I shook it, "Harry Styles." I replied.

"Oh I know, I'm a huge fan," She said smiling, "So you wanted to speak to me?" She said confused. "Yes," I replied, "I had a couple of questions regarding the girls who sat in the front row of our concert last night. I was wondering if you had any information on them, email, nam-"

"I'm sorry but I cannot reveal that information to you." Samantha cut me off. I sighed. "Any particular reason you wanted this information?" She questioned. "Erm its just, I saw this girl there last night and I would love to meet her.

I havn't been able to get her out of my head since last night and I just need to meet her. But I do understand about confidentiality and that stuff." I rabbeled. I got up to leave but she stopped me. "No wait," She said, "Ok I'll tell you but this is a one off you can't be coming to me again or mention my name to anyone. Alright?"

"YES! I mean yes of course, I really appreciate it." I said. She handed me a printed sheet after clicking a few times. "These are the numbers of the girls sitting in the front row last night," She talked in a hushed voice as if someone was listening, "Please mention this to noone!" She said desperatley.

"Of course I wont." I replied assuringly. I thanked her again and left quickly. I needed to get searching.

SAMANTHA'S POV

As soon as Harry left the office I realised another sheet was printing off. It had one more name on that wouldn't fit on the other piece of paper. Kelly Hawthorn. I didn't think it would matter besides if I ran out with it people would know. One name wouldn't matter besides Harry was already gone.

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