Sometimes life gives you a chance. We've all had them at one point or another. Where you know you want to do something, but you just can't build up the nerve to do it. You know you should, but you can't. So you don't. And you regret it for a long time- sometimes you regret it forever.

And sometimes... life gives you a second chance.

Harry's POV

"So have any of you had any really weird experiences with a fan?" The current interviewer asked. Of course, she came to my mind.

It'd been just over a year now since it happened. I replayed it in my mind at least three or four times a day. Every word she said echoed my thoughts.

*Flashback*

The five at us were sitting at the signing table after one of our first few concerts, a surprisingly large line of fans waiting to meet us. It took longer than I thought to get through them, but I didn't mind. It was their support that got us here in the first place.

There was only about ten girls left when she walked up. Long, brown hair was swept to the side. She was obviously exhausted after being here all day, I noticed by her tired eyes. I felt bad. Though I couldn't help but smirk when I noticed her wearing a One Direction top. I watched her while she talked to Zayn, having him sign her poster. Her smile was flawless, absolutely adorable. And here eyes were big, bright, blue, and sparkling.

As she walked over to me, I had to admit my heart was beating faster. I didn't quite understand it. Plenty of lovely fans crossed our paths every day, I couldn't figure out what about her had this effect on me. But I was brought out of my daze when Louis nudged me.

I smiled at her as I quickly scribbled my name on the same poster, hopefully seeming cool and calm. Because my mind was racing with peculiar thoughts. I tried to talk to her to buy some more time.

"Hello there. What's your name?"

"I'm Gaby."

"Did you enjoy the concert, Gaby?"

"Yes, it was amazing. Thank you all so much."

"No, thank you. Really. It means everything to us that you're here."

She laughed a small, sleepy laugh. "It means everything to me that I'm here too."

She was so close. I swear I could almost hear her heart beating. The look she was giving me was something like I'd never seen before.

I had to do something to make sure I saw her again. Anything. Part of me wanted to just stand up and kiss her. But what if she had a boyfriend or something? If I was being honest with myself, how couldn't she? Her heart was probably already taken. She was probably thinking about him right now. And I was out of time. Management moved her along.

After that point, everything else from the night was blank. I have some vague memories of the boys asking what was wrong with me, but beside that, there was nothing.

Once Louis and I were back at our flat, I didn't stay up much longer. Within the first 20 minutes we arrived home I was in bed. Which, apparently, Louis knew was uncharacteristic of me. He knocked at the door.

"Hazza, you going to bed already?"

"Yeah." I hesitated for a second. "Long day, you know." And of course, being Louis, he just barged right in the room.

"The fuck is wrong with you tonight?"

"What? Nothing. I'm just tired."

"It's that girl, isn't it?"

"What girl?" I countered, hoping he'd just let it go.

"Bullshit, Harry."

"Jealous?" I smiled, resting my head back on the pillow.

"Shut up, you cheeky bastard. You better be over this by tomorrow." And with that, he left me in peace.

*Flashback over*

I'll never be able to figure out what it was about her that had that effect on me. Why I still haven't been able to forget her, to this very day. Why I look for her everywhere, all the time.

Liam elbowed me gently in my side, probably knowing right where my mind was, and interrupted my train of thought. At this point, all the guys knew. I just appreciated that they didn't go around telling it all to the paps. So far, it had remained a 1D secret.

"Harry, pay attention!" Louis yelled to me from the other end of the couch.

"Yeah, this nice lady is trying to ask you a question." Niall laughed, also knowing what exactly was going on in my head.

"Harry had a weird fan experience once." Zayn told her. I trusted him not to say anymore than that. "But we're not allowed to talk about it. It pisses him off."

The interviewer wasn't too pleased with that, trying to convince us to spill.

"Eventually, maybe. If he ever comes to terms with it." Thank God for Liam, always knowing how to settle things responsibly, and sum up the interview on a good note. The five of us quickly retreated back to our tour bus.

"Harry... Man, you gotta let it go." Zayn explained, plopping down next to me on my bed. I ignored him at first, but couldn't anymore after Liam, Niall, and Louis joined in.

"I can't just let it go. She's out there somewhere."

"Just explain this... What do you expect to happen?"

"I don't know, alright! I don't know! She was right there! I should've just fucking done something!" I was leaning against the wall now, my knees bent, and my head resting in my hands.

From the corner of my eye, I saw them exchange a look. They all sat around me on the bed, Louis placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Harry swore..." Niall commented.