I give my dad a glare, wishing that they would have denied his request. I love One Direction's songs, but they are pissing me off.

"Great! Let's go then. Come on boys, sweetie." My dad waves his hand for the boys to follow and pushes on the small of my back, moving me to the door.

I speed down the hall, passing up my father and the boys.

As I jump into the car, my father joins, telling the boys the location.

When we get there the crowd is small, only a few noticing the boys, seeing as most were older-or old enough not to care about new teen music.

We are seated and a waitress comes to us immediately. Something about her is familiar.

"Kathy?" my voice is only audible to her.
Her curly black hair flips as her head whips to me, her brown eyes stare so deeply into my hazel ones, and I know it's her when her scar appears into my view.

"Grace what are you-"
"What happened?" I ask, whispering in a rushed tone, "to you're forehead?" the scar was drawing my attention.
She mouths out the words, as her manager calls out for her.

The words hurt me. Almost as much as I know they hurt her.

Andrew

"Honey, are you okay?" My dad places his hand on my wrist.
I nod, tears pricking at my eyes.
"Excuse me for a second.." I stand, not waiting for permission.

I bust open the door, taking a deep breathe of the cold air.
My feet slide me down to sit on the concrete.

"Are you alright?" A voice says, I look up, seeing the curly brown hair and green eyes, glowing.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Thanks Harry..." I smile, wiping my tears. My face is surely red by now.

I thought Harry would leave after he nodded. But he sits, right next to me.

"W-what are you d-doing?" My teeth chatter from the fall wind.
Harry was moving beside me, I didn't look over but what he was doing was answered when I felt his warm leather jacket wrap around my shoulders.
"Helping you." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Let's go inside."
I nod and he helps me up.


I sat there for the rest of the night, quiet, with Harry's jacket covering me.

"Should we go?" My dad says after he shovels in his last bite of steak.
We all agree.


I step outside with everyone, saying our goodbyes by shaking hands.

"Bye boys." I say, waving them goodbye.

When I turn, someone clears their throat.

Harry.

"May I have my jacket back?" He says, smiling with dimples, but with something of cold ice in his voice.

I hadn't noticed, but I was fiddling with the zipper.
"Oh...I'm sorry. Here." I slide off the jacket, noticing the amazing smell of cologne that is now lingering on me.

He smiles and I run back to my dad, to the heat of the car.


"How did you like the boys?" he asks.
I hadn't really talked to any of them, except Harry, and that was brief.
I shrugged, "I guess. I mean they are....something..." I say, thinking through the photo shoot.

"Good. So we will be signing the deal then?" he says and my eyes whip to him.
"What deal?"
"The deal we talked about, at the table. You are going to be the boys official photographer. I believe Harry suggested it. Simon says they've been looking for one. You'll do fine. We discuss the contract tomorrow."

Notes

SORRY IF IT'S TERRIBLE!
I had to get to this for the story to REALLY begin!