A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.

Ok. I'm just an ordinary girl right? Yeah, that's what I thought too. I'm 5'7" with long, straight, dark chocolate brown hair that lays nicely on my chest. I have greenish-hazel eyes and outgoing. Some people say I look like Sarah Hyland. But, I'm not up to date on electronics. Which means I have no clue who she even is. My phone is the only excuse. I have an iphone 4S and I listen to music from my car radio. The only cool thing that's somewhat related to me is that my best friend, Lexi, is a famous british-irish boy band's stylist. I don't know who. I think she told me once and I forgot. Plus, she's never shown me a picture or told me anything about them or their names or anything. I find that rude. Oh. And my name's Danielle. See? I'm just an ordinary girl with my 19th birthday coming up...... Until I'm kidnapped by 5 strangers that just happen to be celebrities.