They didn't know it was me 1d

Chapter 3

Grace's POV

Quickly after recording I said my good byes to the boys and ran to the nearest bathroom to take off my paper bag without anyone noticing. After I was done I ran out to meet Harry at the coffee shop down the street.

I walked in to see Harry sitting down with a fake mustache and sunglasses on. I laugh to my self as I walk over and sit down. He looked up and smiled. "Long time no see ya love, I haven't been back to camp since I was 15 I have miss my little GraciePoo." I smiled and reminded him I am not even a full year younger but he just shook his head telling me that it still counted. I told him I was going to get a coffee and asked if he wanted one, he shook his head and I just order my usual.

When I sat back down and took a sip of my tea. "Harry did you know that you actually gave me the courage to be a singer? When we where 13 I remember we where at the camp fire and you kept begging me to sing, and wouldn't let me go back to my cabin even though everyone did but us. So I finally gave in and sang you Jason Marz's I'm yours. When I was done you mouth was hung up and you kept telling from that point on every time you saw me I was a good singer, and I kept telling you I wasn't. But one day I was looking back on old photos from camp when I first moved here and saw they all had me and you together. And then I saw one that caught my eye, one of the consolers took a photo of the night you told me to sign for you. I suddenly graded my camera and took a video of me singing and sent it to Simon. It was a quick decision but Simon almost immediately gave me a record deal. And I just wanted to thank you Harry I wouldn't be here without you."

I quickly stood up and walked over to Harry side of the table and gave him a hug. I might have not seen him in 5 years but he was one of my best friends and I will never forget that. After our mushy gushy talk that was to serious for the both of us out of no where we both burst out laughing. I quickly walked over to my side of the table again still laughing. "Harry do you remember the time you fell off the rope swing and rolled in to the lake?" I said but then continued to laugh. He nodded then asked if I remember the time we got into a paint 'fight' and ended up covered in paint, I nodded. I was laughing so hard from all the memory's of camp I could barely talk. We went back and forth asking questions about if we remembered this and that memory for about an hour till I heard a camera flash then another. Panic flashed across my face. The paparazzi.
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