[~~WARNING - this story includes sex scenes~~]
Harry's POV-
I looked out into the crowd as Liam began to sing.
"I've tried playing it cool..." Liam starts.
The room is filled with screams and shouts from the audience. I will remember this moment for the rest of my life... I try to read as many signs as I can before it's my turn to sing. They all say things like 'Harry, marry me' and 'Niall, you sexy beast'. It's hard to believe that they came here to see all of us.
"shot me outta' the sky," I can hear the girls in the audience screaming my name. "You're my kryptonite," I look at Louis, and then to the crowd.
We wave our hands in the air and jump around the stage until the song was over. We continued to sing more of our songs and the fans loved it as usual. We began singing what makes you beautiful and I thought my ears were going to pop off. It was almost time for my dramatic solo and I was well prepared for what the boy might do. I start to walk to the middle and in the middle of the humongous crowd I see her, she's not fangirling like everyone else, she just stood there and looked at me. Suddenly it was my queue to sing and all of the boys dropped to the floor and crawled around.
"That's what makes you-" my voice cracked and the room went silent. "That's what makes you-" I couldn't go on, not while she's there.
"Dude are you ok?!" Zayn whispers in my ear.
I nod, then caugh and continue "That's what makes you beautiful!"
Suddenly the music starts up again and the crowd goes wild. I walk to my spot, then look at her. What is she doing here? Seeing her brought back the memories of us.
As I walk off the stage one of the guards passes me a water bottle and pats me on the back.
"You okay guy?" he asks walking me to the dressing room.
"I'm fine..." I say taking the plastic cap off the water bottle.
When the body guard leaves Louis walks in.
"Hey Hazza," he sits down next to me.
"Hey Lou," I mutter.
"What happened out there? Are you-"
"I'm fine!" I interrupted, I could have sounded more pleasant but I didn't.
"Okay, okay..." he says.
Just then I pull out my wallet and look through it. I find a picture of me and Sophie, the girl in the audience. She has her arms warped around me while I kiss her cheek. I left a message on her answering machine a few days after our show in Toronto asking to get back together, but she never called me back. We walk into the meet and Greet and were welcomed by a few screaming girls and some normal ones and Sophie.
"Sophie?" I say walking toward her, "What are you doing here?!"
"Harry, I-" she pauses and takes a deep breath.
I remember when I first met Sophie; we bumped into a coffee shopin an airport in London. She told me that she was from New York vacationing here for a month or two and I offered to show her around. Each time we met up we kept getting closer and closer, so close we were inseparable at one point! We were really in love, we wanted to move in with each other and start a family one day. By the time she moved to England, my job kept moving me away. We were dating for a little less than a year when she started to get upset with me. After a few months, she said that she was fed up, and was not ready to share me. We figured it would be best if we separated for a while, it was nothing but painful for me. In our first book I mentioned her but left her unnamed. Suddenly I feel her hand link with mine. I look up at her and her eyes are glossy with tears that were not yet shed.
