White - l.h.

2.

Through out breakfast I kept trying to picture the girl in my dream. Once I woke up and everything that was hazy got clear, I could remember her being there last night at the airport. She was off to the side and once I took a picture with a little girl, she pulled her away and they left. She never once asked for a picture or smiled my way. All I saw of her was her black beanie and white chipped nail polish.

"Holy shit this bacon is so good!" Claum says as he takes a bite, bringing me out of my day dream. I turn to my left to see him stuffing his face with the bacon strips that were on a plate in front of us. I wasn't all that hungry. I never really was a breakfast kind of person. Usually I just have some orange juice and I'm fine. This morning was no different. I find my phone on the counter and quickly go to twitter to see if any of the fans might have gotten a picture of this girl in my dream.

I spend about the whole breakfast stalking all the best fan accounts and see tons of pictures of us coming in last night, but none of the white nail polished hand. "Man what the hell are you on your phone for?" Michale hiss through gritted teeth because of all the food he has stuffed in his mouth. I shake my head and try to block him out. There had to be someone who got her in a shot. Just her face, hair color, eyes, anything! I knew that if I didn't find her, I would be driving myself mad for the rest of the day. Hell, the rest of the fucking trip!

I clicked out of twitter and slammed my phone on the table a little harder than intended. They guys all looked at me.

"Sorry." I mummbled and took the last sip of my orange juice. This couldn't end here, I had to try harder. But how, and what? I was out of ideas and I didn't have anything else to follow. It was time to go practice for the show and I was so beating up about this girl that I was messing up all the songs and forgetting how we spaced out the stage. I was bumping into Calum and Michael, messing up their playing and it was the most frustrating thing. The stage director Mike called break after a while.

"What the hell is wrong with you today man?" Ashton says throwing his drum sticks in a bin beside his drum kit. I always wondered if he felt left out being back their, not really being able to be seen by everyone. But I know a lot of girls find him to be his favorite so it doesn't matter if he's in the front or back, he's still being seen. I shake my head and sit so my legs are dangling off the stage. I was so down in the dumps over this girl and I don't even know her. It's ridiculous.

I need to be the best I can tonight, were in LA and have a lot of fans coming to this show. It's important to do good.

"Man tell us what's wrong. You looked pissed at breakfast." Calum say sitting down with me while taking out his phone and looking on twitter. I sigh and roll my eyes. Even if I told them what was going on they would tell me to forget about her and move on to tonight's crowd, there was bound to be some hot chick there. But that's maybe what made me more upset, I didn't want another chick, if that was the case then I would have gotten over her last night.

"It's nothing alright? Just a little off." I explain, lying through my teeth. I sigh and get off my ass and head back to center stage. I hear Calum laugh and turn back around seeing his face glued to his phone.

"How cute, this fan just tweeted us a picture of last night, I guess she meet only Luke and I."

He shows us the picture on his phone and Michael and Ash look at it. I don't even glance in his direction because they don't seem to want to talk about what's bothering me and truthfully I didn't want to talk about it. I was about to go grab a water when I quickly glanced at the phone and saw it, it was only for a second but it was enough to make me turn back around and take a second look.

In the very back of the picture you see a girl. She was holding onto a little girl taking a picture of us. You really can't see her face, but what you can see is her white nail polish.

"Give me that." I say and take the phone from Calum. I zoom up on her face and can't really see anything but her hand. Dammit. I click on the girls profile, Cakesdurpball, and start doing major stalking on her profile. A lot of it was tweets to us and about us but there were some pictures. She was young, and from her pictures I remembered her from the night before. She had been crying and I had told her not too.

I tried looking for another girl, the girl I wanted, but didn't find it. What I did find was that she had two older sisters. That had to be it. Her sister had to be the one.