Only His Journal Knows // h.s.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

Harry Point of View (A/n: this still takes place in early december 2013, sorry for not being up to date. ugh. that's what i get for not updating often. sorrrry)

Sitting in the hallway outside the dressing room, I was tying my shoes.

"You ready for this?" Niall asked from beside me. I turned to face him just in time to see the lad running his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Niall, no!" our hair stylist, Lou, protested. "I just fixed it." She scurried over to Niall and adjusted it once again. Niall winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

"I saw that," Lou said matter-of-factly, leaving Niall with a guilty expression.

I finished tying my shoes and stood up, turning in the direction of the stage. The rest of the boys were getting pretty pumped. I wasn't feeling my best. I'd tried to decide it was pointless to worry about my journal but sometimes, like this moment, I was anxious. I was stressed. I gave the other boys a big cheesy grin, like usual. But Louis saw through my act.

Just as we were standing backstage, listening to the video playing, the crowd screaming, Louis came up and patted my shoulder. "Hey. Just remember, to be yourself on stage. Forget all your worries, man."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. Louis went back to his place as the platforms we were standing on lifted up to stage. The crowd's screams got a thousand times louder, and when the drummer began to play our first song, I forgot all my worries. It was amazing.

I went through the first couple songs messing around with the boys, singing my heart out. It was fun looking at all the joyful faces of my fans in the crowd. I loved making people happy.

Just after Midnight Memories ended, someone threw a black and white journal on stage. I ran over and picked it up, sifting through the pages. It wasn't words like "I love you Harry! Follow me on twitter at @..", it was actual journal entries. Hmm. I lifted my head and searched through the crowd. 

In the second row, I saw two girls, one screaming her head off and giggling because I was looking toward her, the other, well, she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. 

Her hair was flowing down in spiraling blonde beauty. Her eyes were reflecting the stage lights beautifully-even though I couldn't see what color her eyes were, I could tell they were beautiful. Her expression, however, was unhappy and upset. For a second, I frowned. Were we boring her? Then I realized that her friend next to her had probably thrown her journal on stage. I could relate, I'd just lost my journal-no, Harry, don't think about it-so I knew what she was feeling.

As Niall started out his solo in You and I, the lights went dark and I kept my eyes on the two girls. I had to squint, but I saw they had backstage passes. Great, I'd give her the journal after the show ended. 

Soon it was my solo, and I smiled as I sang, rocking back and forth. These were the words I'd written in that very journal I'd lost. 

"You and I

We don't wanna be like them

We can make it 'til the end.

Nothing can come between

You and I.

Not even the Gods above

Can separate the two of us.

No, nothing can come between

You and I."

The beautiful girl's face softened as the song continued, and I watched her begin to feel the music. I stood silent, tapping my foot, as Zayn took the next part. With the mic in one hand and the journal in the other, I walked over to be by Liam and Niall. Together we swayed, and Louis joined us.