For the next two nights headlining at the Rose Bowl Stadium I follow closely to the routine of the first night. I start each day out by searching the sidewalks for her beautiful face while we drive to the arena. Unfortunately to my dismay, I never set eyes on her again. In the morning, she consumes my mind, so I then have to spend the better half of the day getting my head focused on the show. By the time the arena is completely packed, I feel completely ready and I give out all that I have for the boisterous crowd. However, I follow up a great performance feeling completely drained. It’s unbelievable how hard it is trying to make sure I don’t let my mind get the best of me while on stage. Nevertheless, with the little energy I have after, I end up on the same bus bench hoping that with some small chance she’ll show up.

However, each night ended with me sitting in a silent solitude, waiting for something that never comes. Instead, each night one of my best friends show up and help me back into the hotel where I eventually fall asleep with nothing but darkness surrounding me.

It’s the final night of the show, and although I do my best not to show it, I am feeling down as we only have a few more days left in LA for a little while, and my hopes of finding her are beginning to dwindle. I started the day out like the others, leading yet another day of being disappointed. I know I am going to have to do more than just sit around and hope that she turns up. This is an extremely large city after all. I should definitely know this by now as literally everyone around me has brought it to my attention. Part of me just thinks that everything should just fall into place because I feel deep within myself that it has to some sort of fate, or something.

It’s a different sort of atmosphere the last night of the shows because none of us are running about and goofing off. After we’ve been warmed up, we sit on a couch in the dressing room reminiscing about how great these past shows have been.

“I just can’t believe how fast this tour has gone!” Niall exclaims, taking up almost the entire couch.

Liam nods his head and agrees, “Yep! This tour is just flying by. It’s weird to think this is our third time around!”

I try to squeeze in next to Niall. “I’m just glad we’re almost through. It’s taken almost everything I’ve had to stay sane during these past few shows.”

“You’re doing absolutely brilliant though! Just one more show!” Louis reassures.

“Crazy.” I say while shaking my head.

“Is it just me or have there been a lot more thrown up on stage these past few nights than the whole rest of the tour?” Zayn asks trying to change the subject to keep spirits up.

“Oh for sure! That was so funny when you called someone from that girl’s phone!” Niall laughs, addressing the phone call Louis made the previous night.

We all chuckle with Niall, remembering the events of just the night before. “Yeah, I called her house phone and I’m guessing it was her mum who picked up! She had no clue what was going on, asking who I was and everything.”

Liam laughs a little longer than the rest of us and adds, “I’m totally doing that if someone throws us their phone tonight!”

We are all still laughing when Paul comes down to tell us we better get ready to head up to the stage. He looks calm. My guess the last night of a show in a repeated venue is always is favorite because we are more chill, and he doesn’t have to chase us around.

We all stand up, stretching our arms and straightening up our clothes. We all give our team a few hugs as they wish us good luck on our last show in Pasadena. We all head up to the stage at the same time together, getting each other pumped.

Although, the most prominent thought is that this is the last show for a few month, and I need to try and not fuck it up. The fans had stopped worrying about me, and the tabloids were finally beginning to leave me alone. I just had to get through one more night in the spotlight for a while.

We put in our ear pieces and grab our microphones, and I am feeling pretty good. I jump up and down a few times, shaking out my arms and my nerves. We then all huddle up together and do our ritual team break before heading to the lifts.

I stand on my platform, and I can hear the screaming crowd. I think it’s the loudest one yet. I feel right at home, and confident that I can do this. The countdown starts, and a smirk spreads across my face as my excitement begins to match the crowds. “This is it.” I whisper quietly to myself just before the lifts are released and I stand before thousands of adoring fans.

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Everything is going smoothly, and the show is just a few songs from being over. Niall finishes his usual speech he says towards the end of each concert while we all sort of stand at the back of the stage. I stand pigeon toed with my hand holding my microphone placed behind my back, while I wave lightly at a large group of fans with my other. Niall finishes up and I can tell many people in the crowd were brought to tears. It feels nice to know we mean that much to so many people.

Liam steps from the back and excitedly announces, “Alright! You guys are so, so great! Are you ready for Kiss You?!”

The crowd cheers even more loudly, forcing a smile across my face. The music starts and the beat rushes through me as I start swinging m arms around.

Zayn starts singing and I am about to join him at the front of the stage when I find myself suddenly distracted by the same memory that haunted me the night of the first show.

I know it’s not real and I should know better, but my body feels compelled to turn towards her. I drop my hand from my mouth as I take off in a dead sprint towards the left side of the stage with no other care in my mind as the others continue the song.

I almost reach the edge of the stage completely unaware of everything around me. I am not watching where I am stepping when suddenly an unexpected pyrotechnic effect goes off as I run past it. Instantly my body is engulfed with hot, orange blaze before I even have the chance to react. My microphone falls from my hand as I bring my right hand to cradle my whole left side. I am quickly brought back to reality when the burning and searing pain spreads in places all over my body, originating from my side.

My clothing does not fully catch on fire, but everywhere on my body burns like hell. The blast is enough is to throw me off my balance and cause me to tumble over the side of the stage. I land painfully against the ground, heightened by my burning skin, with my head and back crushing against the hard cemented floor.

Only half seconds later several people, who I am too dizzy to recognize, hover over me with horror upon their faces. I can hear the worried squeals from the crowd, making me even more uneasy. I want to scream from the pain I am in, but nothing can escape my lips. My body starts to shake, and people crouch down to try and hold me steady. Someone manages to throw some sort of fire blanket over me, making the burning subside only slightly. A few other people hold my head steady because they are trying to hold my attention, which is something I am having a difficult time giving them.

My body continues to shake, but my eyes suddenly feel very heavy and I fear I can’t keep them open to focus for the people trying to help me. I only hear the loud and frightened screams from the crowd for a split second longer before my ears begin to sharply ring. My whole body feels like absolute hell and wants to quit for just a little while. I feel I have no other choice than to give in to my body. My eyes close and everything goes completely quiet and dark as my mind lifts away from my excruciating body.

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After I have no idea how many hours or days later, I wake up in a bright and fairly warm colored hospital room. From what I can tell, it is completely empty. Everything is rather quiet; the only sounds are the beeping coming from the monitors and machines I am hooked up to. It’s strange because I am never use to this type of silence. I feel a little confused as to how things could have gotten so bad. I try to adjust my body slightly in the rather uncomfortable hospital bed and I realize how stiff my body is. I study myself with furrowed eyebrows. I am almost completely wrapped from head to toe in bandages and wrappings.

I begin scanning the room further. I can’t really turn my neck too much, most likely from my fall off the stage, but I notice it is actually quite a bit larger than I originally thought. There is a curtain drawn to my left, but I can see a few set of feet from beneath in the space where the curtain doesn’t touch all the way to the floor.

I clear my throat loudly a few times, and see at least one of the pairs of feet startle awake and stand up. Whoever it is, kicks at the others, and then a few seconds later I see a hand wrap around the edge of the curtain and pull it across revealing all four of my best lads.

“Harry!” Niall exclaims in a hushed tone.

They all step closer, surrounding my bed with relieved and happy faces. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?” Zayn asks.

I cough once and whisper, “A bit strange. Stiff, I guess.” I say in a rougher than usual voice.

Liam pats at my leg gently, although I can’t really feel it, which actually makes me a bit nervous. “It’s just nice to see you awake. I’m going to go get your nurse.”

“Okay.” The room remains quiet for a few seconds while I watch him leave the room. I notice they are all wearing different clothes, so a thought instantly rushes through my head. My eyes grow wide as I ask, “Uhh- What day is it?”

They look to each other for a few seconds and Louis tilts his head to the side and rubs his hand reassuringly over my shoulder. “It’s been a few days.”

“What?!” I ask worriedly.

“Yeah…” Louis continues in a calming voice. “It happened not yesterday, but the day before.”

Niall decides to add on, “But they kept you under for longer because they figured it’d be best to give your wounds a day to heal. So you weren’t in so much pain.”

I look down at my body. “I can’t believe this. I feel so stupid.”

“Was it… another… uhh-memory hallucination?” Zayn asks carefully.

I purse my lips over to the side and look down at my bed sheets. “Yeah.”

None of them look like they know what to say. I know how bad this has gotten. I wish I could be a normal person. I wish I never dreamt about that beautiful girl, or saw her on the streets of LA. The truth of it is, she’s ruining my life, but I am completely and totally consumed with thoughts of her. My heart falls when I realize I never got the chance to go to the bus bench after the show. I feel like maybe the last night of the show could have been the night maybe.

My shoulders slump down, but then I notice Liam enter back into the room. He’s got a smile about his face. “She’ll be in shortly.” He walks to the side of the bed, standing next to Zayn. “It’s so good to see you awake, Hazz! It’s been a stressful couple days.”

“How are the fans?” I ask through gritted teeth, not really sure if I want to know.

Louis nods his head once and replies, “They’re fine. Worried. We’ve been trying our best keeping them updated and saying that you are recovering well.”

“Media is having a frenzy though!” Niall says with a wide face.

I roll my eyes. “Figures.”

“That’s something we’ll deal with later. Let’s just get you out of here first, yeah?” Zayn reassures.

“Yeah, but what about our other shows?” I somewhat huff out, not wanting to disappoint any fans.

“We’ve had to postpone, but don’t worry. Everything is getting worked out. We won’t be doing anything until you’re ready. Your mum and Gemma are flying out here as we speak,” Louis replies, not really putting my mind at any ease.

I nod my head, thinking about what my family will think.

A second later there is a gentle knock against the wooden hospital door. “Come in!” Louis shouts.

The door slowly opens and my nurse peeks around the door. My heart tenses up, because the nurse who enters in none other than…my dream girl.

I blink my eyes a few times in disbelief, but there is no doubt about it. Her lovely brunette hair is tied up, but there is no denying that gorgeous smile she beams into my soul. She takes a few steps closer, looking up from her clipboard. Her charming, yet familiar voice rings in my ears, “Good morning, Mr. Styles! It’s so nice to see you awake. I’m your nurse, Emelyn Dash.”

I gulp, in awe. All I can bring myself to say in a hushed tone is, “What are the odds?”

Notes

UPDATE! I am so sorry for the delay. It has been a long week of numerous things. Thank you so much for being patient, and I am terribly sorry if this chapter is not up to par, especially with the importance it holds. Blah.

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