Suicidal **CURRENTLY EDITING**

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

Megan and Andrew have never been happier together, even during this week that we're away. All of her friends love him and I keep waiting for a defect. He's always nice to her and can make everyone laugh. Her parents would fall in love with him just the same.

Hell, I'd date the damn guy if I was into that.

She's dated guys before, and I've usually found something that I disliked about them. There was something too imperfect about them to be with her. I'm obviously not perfect enough either, but they were in imperfect in a way that seemed like they specifically dated her to break her heart.

It's the only time I've actually thought about beating someone bloody.

I'm in the vehicle with everyone while we drive to the venue for tonight's award show. We're all looking out the windows at the fans that run after the car when we drive by. When we get closer, we have to slow down because of the crowd, and there's people that surround us so the fans can't bang on the windows and huddle around us with their cameras.

Even if the fans are being held back, going outside is enough to be blinded with flashing lights. I see a multitude of colours if I look up for too long, all the paps snapping as many photos and trying to get us to look in their direction, which feels like every direction possible.

I'm only nervous for our nominations and performance. There's been something in the back of my throat for a few days now, and no matter how much I drink and cold medicine that's been ingested, it doesn't seem to be getting any better. At rehearsals, my voice had faltered multiple times and even if the guys said it was barely noticeable and I'd be fine by today, I don't stop worrying.

We talk to a few people who called us over to ask a few questions, and all of them can't possibly fail to mention that Jennifer Adams is here to night, and wonder if I've invited her.

I tell them I haven't, and that I haven't even met her yet, but don't deny that I hope to.

After the first day everyone found out about her, all the boys have been pressuring me and insisting that I find some way I should talk to her. Since we've gotten here, they also have the need to remind me it's fate that we should be together.

I roll my eyes, but when we take our seats we quickly find out that she's sitting directly beside me.

"You've got to be joking." I mutter with an embarrassed grin. Everyone looks at her name on the seat next to mine, patting my back with words of encouragement and more murmurs of fate and destiny.

I'm turned towards Liam and don't notice her sitting down, but he makes sure that I turn around.

She smiles and a smooth blush rises to the surface of her skin. She turns her body to me and pushes her blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'm Jennifer." She introduces. I shake my head, at a loss of words before I gain back my confidence.

"I'm Harry." I greeted and she flashes me a warm smile. I still can't come up with any conversation starters, and Liam bumps me and mumbles insistently that I need to talk to her.

"Are you nominated for any awards tonight?" I blurt out, then realize that isn't as bad as it could have been.

"Sadly, no." She shrugs, looking onto the stage where some people are making last minute changes. "I'm just here to watch everyone, but I heard you've got a few?"

"Yeah, we're up for two actually. I'm quite nervous." I admit, but she doesn't make me feel bad for it.

"No need to be, I'm sure you'll win. Your fans seem pretty wonderful when it comes to voting." She says, just as the lights are dimmed and a loud voice announces American Music Awards, 2013.