"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

I sang in the microphone. It's 8:39 pm and honestly I love singing, at night. When people whistle, and tell me a song to sing. It's probably the best feeling ever. I don't know how any singer, could get used to this. I sing Once Upon A Dream, by Lana Del Rey. Typical Bree. But if you really listen to the song, or only pay attention to the lyrics, it's like my dream. I had a dream, about Harry, and who knows if he'll love me like he did in the dream.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream."

Harry is smiling at me, and I start feeling butterflies. I'm still quiet confused. I do not remember Ashton ever cutting. And I thought I stopped. You know, after I became friends with him. Which was like a few weeks before, Harry left me. I still need to know everything. Tonight. Tonight I will find out what happened.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.."


-

Dragging. That's what I'm doing. I'm practically dragging my feet across, the side walk. I'm scared, to know everything. I'm walking to Taylor's house. I'm sure she knows everything. An unfamiliar car pulls, up and lowers the windows. Smokes, blows out, and hit's my face.

"Hey, beautiful." The man slurs his words.

"Uh, hi." I say.

"Right, you're the entertainment for Mia's Cafe?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, I am." I say proudly, that he even remembers me.

"Wow, can I say, you're probably better than me." He smirks, and parts his lips, before speaking. "I'm a producer, and I'd love to have you on my record label." He smiles to me.

"How do I know if you're not a fake?" I giggle.

"You got a computer?" He asks, I nod, and he gives me his 'card.'

"Look me up, baby. Call if you're interested, but you should know I don't give out many offers like this." He smiles, and I say, "Okay, well thanks, uh I'll think about it, but thanks anyways."

"No problem, you need a ride, darling?" I shake my head, "I'm okay with walking to my house." I say.

He nods, and waves off, before driving away. I continue walking home, and then I finally get there. I greet everyone, like usual, and get my laptop. I go on Google, and type in his name. 'Brian Smith' Over 300,000 results come up, I decide to click on the first result, and read the article.

"Brian Smith, a new producer, and a brand new record label owner. Smith has been a producer for, Little Mix, The Vamps, R5, and many more! Smith, actually has a brand new record label! 'Legacy Times Records,' Although, Smith is looking for a brand new artist. Good luck, to him!"

I grab my phone and dial the number, "Hey, it's Bree, the entertainment, from Mia's Cafe, and I would love to be on your record label."

"Great! You start next Monday, and by the way, it's in California." He says happily. Ha, what.

-

*Next Day.*

California. I would start living in California. I have a week, to tell everybody I'll be moving to California. I told everybody to meet up, at Ashton's house. It only seems right. I mean, I think it does. Finally, we hear a ding dong, and it's all the boys. We greet them all, and all get situated in our seats.

"So, you guys, I have some news to tell you." I smile.

"What is it! Tell me! You're killing me!" Niall shouts, while everybody laughs.

"Well, yesterday, Brian Smith, asked me to be on his record label." I smile. Everybody shouts, and congratulates me. I'm happy. Truly happy.

"But, I would have to move to California." I say.

It gets quiet. Even Ashton is sad. He comes up to me, and kisses me, "We could make it work out, right baby?" I look down, I don't want to be with him. It's not that he doesn't make me happy, or anything, it's just I don't feel the same like how I used to.

"Of course." I say softly, and we press our foreheads together.

"Not meaning to interupt, or anything, but the boys and I are off break right now, and I have a house in L.A. Would it be okay, with you stayed with me? Or-" Harry is cut off by Ashton.

"Harry, I don't mind, I need somebody to protect my girl, and I would want it to be somebody she knows." Ashton pats his back.

"Harry, I don't really care, just as long as I'm living somewhere." I smile. He gives a wide grin, and I return it. Because living with Harry? Yes, which means all night cuddles, movie nights, hang outs- Wait. We're not together. We wouldn't cuddle during rainy nights, and watch movies.

This makes me sad. But only this time, I fell deep. I excuse myself, and go to the bathroom. I press my back, against the door, slide down crying. This time, crying cause of the dream. Now, crying cause we're not together. Now crying for him leaving me. Then the past. Then Jai. Then my dad. Then Harry bullying me. And finally just crying because I hate feeling like this.

Right above me are razors.

Notes

Hey guys! Sorry, it's short! But I worked really hard on this. I hope you like it! Please read my new story Maid For Styles, which I might update later, but right now I'm going to update, Down The Hall.