She surrounded him, her blonde hair wrapping around him like vines, pulling him deeper into her ocean blue eyes. The glass encasing their bodies began to crack, her expression twisting a thousand different ways before settling into sorrow. Blackness ran, the faint sound of a sob echoed in the increasing darkness. Her locks tightened around his neck until he couldn't breath anymore, his lungs bursting, his heart shattering. He could do nothing, she wouldn't allow him to. As his eyes closed, the last ounce of life squeezing out of him he shook, awakening from the familiar dream in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

Louis was asleep this time, but the last time, and the time before that he had been awake to witness the display. He had worried, thinking that he should, or needed to, just relax. This was getting to him, the need to apologize consumed him more than the need to see her had.

As he went back to sleep, he knew she would come again.

They all sat in the green room of the t.v station that would be interviewing them that day. Harry was exhausted, the way his eyes drooped, his constant yawning and distance in the conversation told all the tales.

Everything had been smoothed over with the five of them, he had confessed and explained all that dealt with Kate.

"Hey Harry, were you up all night keeping an eye on your girlfriend?" Niall teased, his pun making him so smug.

He ignored them.

"Yeah, is her Facebook your homepage or is it her twitter?" Zayn said without missing a beat.

He ignored them.

"She doesn't have a twitter," Louis chimed in, thinking he was being helpful.

He had to ignore them

"Does she have google plus?" Liam wondered.

"Nobody has google plus mate, and even if she did I doubt Harry would be in her circle," Zayn added again.

He couldn't ignore them.

"Google," he said catching them by surprise. "My homepage, it's just Google."

They had no jokes for that, growing quiet for just a moment before their banter began again.

"Are you going to see her when we're back in Los Angeles?" Niall questioned.

"Are you mental you albino?" Harry shot back in a teasing manner.

"No you curly headed freak."

"I think you should go see her," Liam shrugged.

"Yeah cause that worked so well the last time."

"Did she smack you?" Zayn piped up. "If she didn't haul her fist at you then you're okay."

"Lads," Louis cut in. "i think he should just give her some time, and then he should ring her not go to see her."

A collective round of "boo's" were thrown around, followed by a few mumbles about how Louis was no fun.

"I think i'm going to take his advice, considering i'd rather not bother her into despising me more than she already does."

"See, you should never kick someone while they're down, it'll only make things worse."

"What do you know?" Niall mumbled, somewhat pouting while the others chimed in with grumbles of agreement.

They went on like this until it was time to get on with the show, the life of a pop band.

The end of the day came like a blessing, plush beds and white linens begging to be slept in. Harry had a moment alone while Louis called his girl, the time difference of no concern.

He hadn't done this in a few days, casually typing her name into the convenient search bar at the top of his newsfeed. She still hadn't made her profile private, she must not have cared that he could poke and prod into her life. So that's what he did, without thought or remorse for almost an hour.

By the time Louis came back he was so engrossed in what he was doing he barely noticed.

"Kate Fairfield, she's pretty."

Jumping slightly, he tore his gaze away to look up at him. "She's beautiful," Harry nodded, again without much thought.

"She's going home for the summer," he pointed at the post. "Must be nice," he mused, seemingly to himself.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. While the advice he had planned to swear by earlier was good, he couldn't bring himself to follow through with it now. He knew what he needed to do.

She looked at the room, the faint touches of neon that would stay behind made her eyes hurt. They had dulled with all of their things filling up the spaces, now that everything was gone it just seemed strange.

Two suitcases and a carryon sat by her feet, a whole year packed up like it was nothing. She had so many memories in that room, some bad but mostly good. The moment she walked through the door, a bubbly red head (corrected to auburn later) greeted her.

"I'm Charlotte," she said. "Your new roommate!"

They seemed so young then, and now it felt like they were women. They had so many conversations in either bed. There were parties, people, events, classes, gossip, boys. Within the darkness the light just cut through in a way that made it all okay now, her stood by the door waiting to say her final good-byes.

People had been by all day, and even within the last few days, but the girl who walked up behind her and slung her arm around her shoulder had been there from the beginning.

"We had some good times in here this year huh?"

"Great times," Kate nodded. "And some not so great times."

"Yeah but next fall we'll laugh about all of that when we room together again."

"If we room together again."

Scoffing, she pushed her away. "If? You know me better than that bitch."

"Unfortunately," she muttered, laughing when a hand came down against her arm.

They looked at each other then, the tears welling up almost immediately, embracing one another in a tight hug.

"I'm going to miss your dumb accent chirping at me for saying something gross," Charlotte sniffed.

"I'm going to miss your stupid American face staring at me all the time," Kate laughed through her tears.

Charlotte sighed, pulling away to wipe her eyes but also to check her watch. "We should get going, your car is probably downstairs."

"Thank god for the elevator," she quipped, sighing herself.

The pair dragged her luggage down the hallway one last time, knowing they would never be here again. They rode down in the small elevator to the pristine lobby packed with loved ones picking up their kids, both girls saying a silent good-bye just before they stepped outside. The awaiting driver greeted them, helping Kate put her things in the trunk, giving the friend a moment.

"You have my e-mail and my phone number right?" Charlotte asked, sniffling again.

"Yes, and you'll check in when you aren't sucking the life out of Scott through his lips?"

Saying nothing, they hugged again, their final and tearful good-bye coming to an end.

Getting in the back of the car it was appropriately quit while the man pulled away from the dorms. Landmarks of UCLA's campus rolled by so Kate could bid them farewell.

"So miss, where are you headed?"

"LAX and then back to England," she told him, a smile spreading across her face which she then tilted towards the window.

The departure sign came and went, rolling her bags behind her. She check in, leaving two perfectly packed and underweight suitcases to be boarded before her, heading off to security. Passing with flying colours, she noted how smoothly everything was going. She had a few hours to kill, planning accordingly as she looked at the signs so she could find her gate and then maybe go get a coffee.

"Katie!" She heard behind her, the voice immediately registering.

Everything seemed to slow down, she turned around at an agonizing pace. Their eyes met like in the movies, his breath ragged. This couldn't be real, she wanted to pinch herself to see if she would wake up. Instead she reached out, her fingers brushing his arm because he was that close. The spark between them almost brought her to her knees, this was real.

"Harry?"