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Chapter 13

Harry's POV

The thing about Kya was that she hasn't been eating much lately. I understand. I told everyone so they wouldn't ask any questions. It's like four o'clock in the afternoon now so they are asleep in England. I miss Kya so much. I miss Faith. She's my best friend. I miss Skylar too, she's pretty much like my sister. We were all sitting on the tour bus couch. Tomorrow morning we have an interview then a radio show, a interview, concert, plane ride, recording songs, interview, concert. So we have a  busy schedule. Zayn's asleep, Liam's on Twitter, Niall's eating, Louis is asleep, Lou is playing with Lux, and I'm just playing my phone. So kind of boring. "We need Harry for recording." Paul said. "I'm coming." I replied and walked to the studio. "We need you to sing this." and he handed me papers with the song title "Story Of My Life" which we had wrote earlier this month. Like earlier July I think. I sang my part. "Written In these walls are the stories that I can't explain. Leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days." then he cut me off. "Good now lets do the next part."

"The story of my life I'll take her home. I drive all night to keep her warm in time. Is fro-ooooo-zen!!!" I sang. "Ok try to not scream the frozen this time." He said. "Sorry." I said. "Don't fret. It's fine but this time make it sound like that but not as harsh. Do you get what I'm saying?" he asked. "Yeah." I replied and put the headphones back on. "The story of my life I'll take her home. I drive all night to keep her warm and time Is fro-ooooo-zen!" I sang. "That sounded really good now try these." He said so I did a few more things then I was done. I took my headphones off and sat down on the couch.  "Ok now I need Zayn." He said. "Good luck getting him up." I exclaimed. "Shit! He's asleep?" Paul asked. "Yeah. Good luck!" I said. "I'll just have Niall record before him." He said and I walked to my bunk and fell asleep.

Skylar's POV

 I was sleeping at my house with Liam's sweater. I miss him. I started humming "Summer Love" from their album. Then I started crying. My salty tears fell onto his sweater and I wiped them off my face. It's been one night and I'm crying. The first night is always the worst so you should understand. I need Liam. I need him so much. This may sound a bit dramatic but if you were in our position you would feel the same. I got out of my bed and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a bag of Doritos and started eating them. Yes I get up in the middle of the night and eat Doritos is there a problem with that? Ok well I got onto Twitter and saw the usual stuff so I went back to bed. I just thought about the boys. I wonder how the girls are feeling right now. I miss my family back in Florida. I miss my mom and dad. I don't have any brothers or sisters so my parents are all I have accept my aunt, Haley. I had questions about the boys come up in my head. What are they doing right now? Where are they at? Are they thinking of me? Are they safe? Things like that. And I wonder, just wonder, if Liam is doing the same as I am.

Faith's POV

I was having a terrible nightmare that I have often,

It took place in a burning home. I was 6 years old and crying.

"DADDY! ARE YOU OK?" I screamed. "Go sweet heart... tell your mother I love her. Tell Hayden, Ashley, and Jackson I love them. Take care of them and yourself, baby. I love you and your brothers and sister very much. I love your mother so much. Please don't give up your dreams. I'm sorry I have to leave you but God is calling me home. I love you." and then he died with a burning piece of wood from the house on him.

"DADDDDYYY!" I woke up screaming. I was hot and sweaty. My face was wet from tears and I was shaking. This nightmare was true. My dad did die in a house fire when I was 6, my brother Hayden was 7, Ashley was 10, and Jackson was 12 . He was a firefighter and he was on a job when he never came back and we got the news that night. My brother Jackson was so close to my dad, he didn't talk for two weeks. I remember my moms reaction. I had flashbacks.