You And I

Ch. 1

Harry's POV

"Two minutes until show time boys!" one of the backstage crew members yelled to us.

"Alright lads, bring it in." Liam called in a gentle voice. We all gathered around him as he spoke.

"Alright lads, this is our last performance in Europe before we head out to America. So let's give them a great show!" He said. We all cheered, excited about tonight's concert and our trip to America.

"30 seconds!" They called again. We all headed to our positions, ready to run out on stage and sing our hearts out. The cheering of our fans always gave me an amazing adrenaline rush. My blood started pumping as the sound of screaming fans filled my ears.

The countdown started. "5..4..3..2..1..GO!"

We all ran out on stage and began the show, the screaming of the fans filling us with energy.

***

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I asked, quickly offering my hand to help the girl up after I practically ran over her.

"Yeah, I'm fine" She giggled, reaching for my outstretched hand as I gently helped her to her feet.

That's when I finally got a good look at her. She had flawless faire skin, dark brown hair, and the brightest shade of blue eyes I've ever seen. It was like they sparkled! She was much shorter than I was, no more than 5'4, but she was built like an athlete. A runner maybe? And her smile. Her smile could light up the heavens. She was absolutely stunning.

"What's your name?" I asked her, finally snapping myself back to reality. Giggling, she cast her glance to her feet before giving me another of her breathtaking smiles.

"Ava."

***

"Harry... Harry, wake up. The interview starts in two hours and you have a doctors appointment at four... Harry come on, wake up! You have a busy day today." A voice woke me up from my slumber, the same dream I've been having since we arrived in America a week ago.

Is this Ava a figment of my imagination, or a real person? And what exactly does this dream mean? These questions ran through my head as I was preparing for my interview.

My hairstylist, Lou, was prepping my hair for the interview when she noticed my reflection in the mirror.

"Harry, are you feeling alright? You don't look so good," Her hands dropped from my hair and turned my chair around to get a better look at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just haven't been able to sleep. And I have a massive headache."

She looked concerned. "Will you be able to do the interview, or should I take you to the doctors now?"

I shook my head. "No, no I'm fine. I'll just take some medicine. It's probably just stress" Lou didn't look totally convinced, but she nodded and returned to her job anyway.

Oh, if only it was just a headache!