Brit's POV

I lost my guitar. I couldn't find it. It was nowhere to be seen. How do you lose a fucking guitar? How? I didn't have time for it. I had to be at work in twenty minutes. I rushed down my hallway, telling my cat to get out of the way, and I stopped outside my roommate's bedroom door.

"Dez! Have you seen my guitar?"

"Of course not! Why do you ask me these questions?"

I groaned. "You could be a little more helpful."

All she did was laugh. It was not funny. I had to perform with my partner, who was probably waiting on me that second. Wait, work..... I realized I left my guitar there last night because I was working late and I didn't feel like carrying my guitar to my car and then inside my apartment. I groaned even louder, annoyed with myself, and my cat joined in with me, meowing loudly.

"Really, Milo? Shut up."

He gave me a reproachful look and ran into the spare room. I laughed, grabbed the keys to my Mini Cooper, and headed out the door while yelling goodbye to Dez.

I arrived at work about five minutes later, and I immediately saw my partner, Jon, sitting in front of the stage, holding my guitar. I laughed at myself, and walked up to him.

"Sorry I'm late, bud. Forgot where my guitar was," I said to him, and laughed at myself again.

"In case you didn't notice," he said, straight-faced, "it is right here." He held up my guitar and broke into a smile.

"Thank you for reminding me, Jon," I said, still giggling. "What would I do without you?"

"Probably not much," he joked. "Let's get some practice in before we go on."

"Yeah, we need it."

We walked to the practice room behind the stage, shut the door, and Jon grabbed a stool. "Let's run through it once more, to make sure we get our harmonies right."

Jon nodded, and started strumming the chords to Everything Has Changed. I gave my head a shake, like I always do before I start singing. It was quirky, but it steadied my nerves. I started the song, and Jon looked up at me, smiling. I don't know why he always did that, but it always caused me to smile, and somehow, sing the song better. He joined in, and the harmonies were beautiful. The song eventually ended, and our harmonies were perfect all throughout.

"Fuck yeah!" I shouted, giving Jon a high five. Thank God the room was sound proof. "That was the best we've ever done, bro."

"I know, man, that was great," he said, and then he pulled me into a hug. He then whispered into my ear, "Ready to go on?"

"Yeah, let's do it," I said, pulling out of his arms, grinning from ear to ear. I knew we were gonna do great.

Zayn's POV

We ran off stage back into our dressing room before any of the fans could bombard us, and we all collapsed on our couch, trying to catch our breath.

"That was great, lads," Harry said to all of us.

"Yeah, good show, guys," Louis agreed. "I think we all deserve--"

There was a knock on our door before Louis could finish his sentence. I got up and cracked the door open a little, and I saw Paul. I opened the door all the way.

"What's up, Paul?" I asked.

"You have a few visitors before you guys take off for the night. It's a group of girls, and they are very excited to meet you all."

I smiled, and said, "Give us a few seconds, would you?" Paul nodded, and I shut the door. "We've got visitors, guys. Get ready."

They all hopped to their feet and made their way to the door, and I opened it back up. There stood Paul and three teenage girls behind him. They all looked about fifteen, and they were truly adorable. They were smiling like crazy.

"Hey, sweets, come on in," Liam said to the girls. They squealed and rushed into the room. The group and I signed autographs and their shirts, we got some pictures with them, and they hung out for about fifteen minutes, then it was time for them to go. We all said our goodbyes, and they left.

"Guys," Louis said, "I think we deserve some food, yeah?"

We all agreed, and we walked out our door, found Paul, and told him to drive us to a restaurant he thought was great. He smiled and said sure. We got in the car, and off we went.

Paul pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant entrance, and we got out of the car. He went off to park the car somewhere secluded. Luckily, there wasn't much commotion that day in the part of Buffalo we were in, so not many people noticed us. The restaurant was named Ellen's, which sounded interesting, and we all walked in. I immediately noticed the stage near the back, and two people were getting on it and starting to set up. There was a girl with brown hair, who was pretty short, in an Ed Sheeran shirt and purple skinny jeans. She looked about eighteen. There was a guy next to her with a glossy blue guitar, who was a little taller than her, wearing a plaid button up with a tank underneath, dark blue straight leg jeans, and a beanie. He looked the same age as her. The girl, though, she was beautiful.....

We sat down at a table, and the waitress came to take orders for our drinks. She didn't recognize us at all, which was a bit shocking, but we were just fine with that. We all ordered water, and then the guy on stage started playing his guitar, and the girl started singing. She had a fantastic voice! All of the other guys were just talking, not noticing any of it. I nudged Harry, getting his attention, still staring at her.

"What is it, mate?" Harry asked me. I pointed at her. He looked up at her, and he raised his eyebrows. "Wow, she's got a great voice. Hey, guys, check out that girl on stage."

They all turned their heads and listened to her, and then he started singing with her, and it was beautiful. Their harmonies were perfect.

"I think," Niall said, "we should help them. Get them noticed, a contract, maybe."

I nodded, and so did everyone else. I didn't believe in love at first sight, but this was damn well close.

Notes

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