You Are Drunk, Harry.

I met her accidently. She was at the bus stop and I was going to home after a party in a pub. Today there was Taylor in the pub and as I think, the most terrifying thing is being in one place with ex. It's poisonous. As a result, I needed to find taxi. No taxi, no signs of it.

She called for me. I thought, she's one of the other fans. I was annoyed. That day was pointless. And now I should to sign these cards and photos for her. Okay, I love our fans. But there is a day when everything go wrong and this day I had.

I didn't just walk away. I turned around and smiled. She was near to me. Looked at me with her deep, big and blue eyes. But her face was so sad. I was wondered. She's so upset! Why? She sees me and she's so sad. Strange.

"You are drunk, Harry", - she said.

I frowned.

Of course, I'm drunk! It's so natural being drunk when you come home after the party in the pub. I stayed and was in a torpor. No "Oh my God! Harry, sign it!" or "Harry! Let's take a photo!". No smiles and no askes. It was just a feeling that she's my best and old friend or something.

"What?", - I was interested in her so more and more.

"You are drunk, Harry", - she said it once again. And then smiled. So sadly smiled. - "Going to home after another party. Tell me, Harry, when did you sleep well? Tell me, Harry, just one day in your life, when you didn't smoke a sigarette?".

She called me Harry so often. In every sentence there was my name. It sustained a life in me. And I thought, "What the hell is she talking about?".

Yes, I go to clubs. And yeah, I smoke sigarettes. I'm not addicted. I'm young! And this is my fun.

"Okay, I can sign your card or photo. And you will stay away from me. It's none of your business!".

I couldn't even resist. I was angry at her. It's none of her business! I'm proud of my fans and I really have respect for them, but they shouldn't know where I spend my free time.

"No, Harry", - she said. - "I don't need it. I just want to stop reading the news on Twitter about you. Do you know what people are writing about you? You, Harry, by killing yourself, visited another club or pub. This is what I want. I want you to stop killing yourself. And another fans want. Deep inside, you want it too".

The bus stopped. She smiled and went away in Baker Street direction.

I went away too and remembered her words. She's so strange! I can understand her love and caring to the famous person, but that's... strange.

Found a taxi. Came home. Fell asleep at 3 o'clock in the morning.

In the morning I woke up and looked at myself in the mirror. Like a normal person I decided to wash my face. In this morning I remembered her words. They couldn't leave me alone.

Do I really hurt my fans? Do I really hurt myself?

Then I met my boys from One Direction. They joked about three things "Harry in a pub", "Harry's hard night", "How drunk is Harry today".

Maybe it can be another step to normal life.

I've never seen her than. I searched her everywhere. Nothing. I just wanted to say her thank you.

If she don't interrupt my life, I will never be normal as real person. I will never understand that my life is on bottom. Or I will understand. But it can be too late.

Now I'm at this bus stop again. 10.34p.m. Waiting for her. It's been a year. No result.

If God wants, we will meet. If not... Only heaven knows it.

Last bus in fifteen minutes. I know the schedule. I know, it's useless. Hope is fading away.

But...

"Harry? What are you doing here?"

I know this voice. It was the one who saved me. I smiled. God wants us to meet! Thank God for that.

"I wanted... to.. ride. On a bus. With you. Would you join me... uh?"

Oh no! I don't know her name.

"Candice", - she answered. - "Okay, Harry. I would like to join you".