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"Promise me that you'll be safe?" Lova said, putting a hand on a man's cheek, a man she wished she could see.

"I promise. I'll come back for you. I'll try and let you know how I'm doing as often as I can." The man reassured her, putting a hand on the back of Lova's neck.

If only it was lighter in here, Lova could see who this was. The voice sounded so familiar but she couldn't put a name to it. If she could only see the face, she would know.

"I love you, Lova." The man voice shook a little as he spoke.

Lova felt tears fall down her cheeks as the man told her this. She felt like she would never see him again and that made her heart hurt. She needed to see his face, to see whom this was, that made her feel this way.

"I love you, Harry." Lova whispered, pressing her lips to his.

"Lova! Are you awake? We're leaving soon!"

The pounding on the door caused Lova to sit straight up in her bed, rubbing her eyes as she tried to remember what she was dreaming about. As she put her hand to her chest, all she could remember was the sadness and the pain she felt but she had no idea why she felt that way. Coming back to reality, Lova looked at the clock only to see that she had overslept. Cursing, she shot out of bed and started to throw together an outfit for the plane ride she was about to endure.

"Lova!" the voice came again, only louder and followed by more pounding against the door.

"I'm up, I'm up! Stop trying to break down the door, Jayce!" Lova yelled back, pulling an oversized grey sweater that stopped mid-thigh over her head, letting it fall down her slender body before she opened the door.

"Finally. I know you're the great Lova Scott but not even a plane waits for you, doll." Jayce said with a wink. "Now come on!"

Lova rolled her deep brown eyes but complied all the same. Going to the bed, she pulled on her black converse, straightening out the black leggings she was wearing. Looking the mirror she quickly gathered her dark brown hair into her hands before throwing it all atop her head, keeping it in place with a hair tie that was on her wrist. Grabbing her luggage, she followed Jayce out of her room as he led the way to the elevator with his own bags.

"Aren't you excited to finally be going back to London?" Jayce asked with the excitement of a little kid on Christmas. "I'm so glad to be going back."

"Yeah, yeah. So excited." Lova replied, putting a hand to the bridge of her nose.

Jayce quickly noticed this and ducked his head down to her eye level, being almost a whole head taller than her. "Are you feeling alright? Headaches again?"

Lova smiled ever so slightly, opening her eyes to see Jayce's blue ones only a few inches from her own. "I'm fine, Jayce. I just had a weird dream. I've been trying to remember it since you so rudely woke me up but I can't and the harder I try, the more my head starts to throb."

"Well then stop trying! We can't have our singer making herself ill before we return home." Jayce threw an arm around Lova's shoulders, trying to make her feel better.

Lova smiled at his enthusiasm but her mind could not leave the dream alone. It was as if she was reliving a memory but she's never experienced a love like that before, at least she thought she was dreaming about love. That's the only explanation she could come up with to cause this ache and emptiness in her chest.

"Jayce?" Lova's small voice broke the silence in the elevator.

"Yeah, Lov?" Jayce responded offhandedly while visibly bouncing with excitement.

"What do you remember of the night you found me?" Lova asked, not making eye contact with the tall man standing next to her.

Jayce sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Lov, I've told you this before. Many times before actually. Why do you keep asking?"

"I don't remember how I got there, Jayce. I barely remember anything about that night and ever since that night; something about me has felt off. Almost as if I'm not fully myself. Please just tell me again?" Lova begged, still looking at the ugly argyle pattern of the elevator carpet.