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Harmony’s POV
“Um…” Tanner let out his reaction to the news. “So they’re back in London,” He changes the subject. I know that’s not really what I wanted to talk about, but I smiled when I hear that I’m in the same country as them.

“I wonder if he got my message…” I whisper to myself. Maybe they were on the plane when I called? That’s possible, but if they just got back to London, there wouldn’t be any pictures of them running around the streets of London already. Especially with their over exaggerated jet lag, especially Zayn.

“What? Never mind. Well, it’s late. I’m off to bed now.” Turning off the tele, Tanner shuffled out of his seat and ran off to his room.

Sighing, I get up and walk over to the dull room that I call home now. I change into a new pair of pajamas and slip under the covers of the duvet.

~

I woke up to the sound of Tanner arguing, probably to someone on the phone. Reluctantly, I escape the warmth of the soft mattress to see what the commotion was.

“No, Dad! I can’t just be the boyfriend of some girl you kidnapped… You don’t even have her? I’m not going to help you find her! I hope she is long gone…” At this point Tanner is staring at me wide eyed. He holds his index finger to his lips, so I stay quiet and remain where I stand. “You’re insane! I may be your son, but you are definitely not my father!” With that remark, he took the phone from his ear and angrily poked the screen to end the call.

“Was that…”

“Yeah. Don’t worry. He doesn’t know you’re here, and let’s hope it stays that way.” I nod. “Well, I’ve got to go to work. Make yourself feel at home. You can have anything in the kitchen. What’s mine is yours now; it’s the least I can do now that you’re stuck here with me.”

After Tanner left, I felt awkward standing there until I heard a vast roar coming from the means of my stomach. Please have poptarts.

I scoured the cupboards and shelves for my favorite morning food. That’s right; cheerios have been replaced. I scanned the pantry and got completely lucky when the familiar sugary pastry printed on the blue box was spotted. I took a package out and sat down on the couch. I waited for the TV to turn on while I munched on my poptart.

I wonder what Harry is doing. Is he thinking about me? Is he worried about me? Does he even care? Is he looking for me? Has he gotten my voicemail yet?

This is all going to fast. We just got back together, and now I’m separated from him again. I can’t live this way forever. I just want it to be Harry and me all the time with no worries or regrets. I want to be in his arms cuddling to the late hours of the night and wake up the next morning with a sense of security. I want him to constantly remind me of how beautiful I am and how much he loves me even though I get annoyed when he tells me every five seconds. I want to be able to hold his hand and walk down the streets of London with him. I want to be every stereotypical romance where the couples kiss in the rain and make cheesy comments and comment on how cheesy it is. I want to be that couple, the couple that is always together no matter what. I want to lead a normal life with a normal boyfriend and friends.

But that’s the thing. I don’t have a normal life, and neither does Harry. For crying out loud, Harry is an internationally famous boy band member of the hottest boy band on the planet. There are people on his back 24/7 craving every single detail of his personal life. My friends are his band mates an their girlfriends. I work as a princess at Disneyland. I’m a professional dancer. I’m an inspiration to so many girls with big dreams of being just like me when they grow up. I’m not like most girls. I’m different.

And that’s okay. If I’ve learned anything from being a Disney fanatic, it’s that being different is okay. It doesn’t matter if I’m an ogre or a mermaid or an elephant with big ears. Whether, I’m a bad guy or live in a world where animals can talk, it doesn’t matter that I’m different. I chose to be who I am today. I lead the life that I want to live. When I said I wanted to be a dancer, I didn’t give up at the slightest mistakes I made. I thrive to reach my goals. I have a sense of pride that no one can bring me down. I can be who I want to be. I guess my old habits of thinking too much are getting back to me. I’m not even sure how I got this deep into my thoughts. My life is just… different.






I’m different.






But I’m okay with that.

Harry’s POV
When I woke up the next morning, I headed straight for the shower. I need to get my phone fixed before we get recording today. I just have that feeling that something amazing has happened. I took just the right amount of time to carefully wash my curls and scrub dirt off of my body before hopping out of the shower. Nearly slipping on my way out, I made haste to get some clothes on.

I knew that Liam was awake by now because he’s always up before any of us. It doesn’t even matter that it’s only 7:26 in the morning and we just got back with jet lag and all. Liam will go to the store with me.

“Hey Liam!” I said.

“Hey Haz!”

“Can we get my new phone now?” I cut to the chase.

“I suppose. I’ll just call Paul to let him know…” he started dialing Paul’s number. After a short exchange of words, we were ready to go. I was jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. Liam looked like he was my stern mother trying to scold me for embarrassing her in public with everyone watching my spasm.

“Haz, it’s just a phone.”

“Well, yeah, but I have a good feeling about this!”

“Sure you do… Just… don’t get your hopes up. Danielle told me that they still haven’t found much information.”

“Stop discouraging me Li-Li. I have a gut feeling. Something BRILLIAM is about to happen.”

“Or maybe you’re just hungry.”

~

“Alright. You’re good to go,” the salesman said.

“Yay! Let’s go charge this thing!” I hopped in the back of the van, one step ahead of Liam. “Step on it Paul!”

“Someday, I will get the respect I deserve,” Paul complained.

“Not today, Paul. Not today…” Liam said.

Once we reached out flat complex, Liam stopped me from using the stairs. I was forced to use the lift. I tapped my foot anxiously as I waited a full TWO MINUTES to get up to the seventh floor. It seemed to annoy Liam, but this is completely his fault for making me use this metal death machine.

This is what the next 30 seconds of my life consisted of: Ding! Run. Open door. Run some more. Open door. Find charger. Get out phone. Plug it on. Turn on. Wait impatiently.

This thing is taking forever to turn on. Once it is though, all of the settings and personal stuff should look just like my last phone did thanks to Liam. That covers everything from apps down to my screensaver, completely the same. It’s like my phone never broke!

Just a few more seconds… Woah… Twitter notifications have blown up my phone. I unlock my screen. I have 14 new messages. Most of them are updates from the girls saying that nothing new has happened. A few are from the guys when they didn’t realize my phone was gone. I dismissed all of them as well as the Twitter notifications. Next, I had about 7 emails from several different people, none of them important.

That’s a bummer, a new phone and all of this trouble for nothing. I turned my phone off, only for it to blink on again.

‘One new voice message.’

This is odd. It’s the same number that I ignored before my phone died. I slide my finger across the message and enter my password again. I’m starting to get antsy as silence takes over the other end of the phone. Then, the silence breaks.

“Hello? Harry…”