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His arms were wrapped loosely around my waist as I leaned into his chest, my back against the front of his body. I'd missed just sitting like this. The silence he and I shared together was rare, and it seemed that so much more could be said without speaking than before we were together. His curly mop of dark brown hair fell in front of my face as he pressed his lips on the top of my head. Sometimes I wondered if this was really the life I had found for myself. Sometimes I hated it.

-x-

Harry and I had been pretty close friends growing up. Our parents were close friends, and though we didn't go to primary school together, we did share a high school. That's when everything changed. Honestly, I'd only thought of him like a brother until that point. We saw each other every couple weekends, hang out, and do best friend kind of things. I'd never met his school friends, and I never thought I'd have to. When mum switched me into his school for the last year or so, I did meet them though, and I would be lying if I said I got along with them. It was nothing personal, I just really couldn't stand them. Perhaps it was jealousy. I was used to having Harry all to myself. He didn't speak much of his school friends, and I never spoke much of mine.

When I saw him strutting around the school arm in arm with some girl though, I kind of lost it. No, I didn't go on some murderous rampage, but I did wonder why he hadn't told me that he had a girlfriend. I really thought it was something I should know- we had been best friends since we were kids. Watching her kiss him and hold his hand and just... be with him ignited a jealousy inside me that I'd never felt before. It was weird, but I started to think that maybe, just maybe, I had feelings for Harry. Maybe those weekends we spent watching horror movies and chick flicks, falling asleep leaning on each other had gotten to me.

Once X-Factor rolled around, Harry had broken up with the girl. I was relieved, to say the least, but I still didn't tell him that I liked him. I didn't want to distract him- he had to focus on his career, and I didn't want to ruin that for him. Harry had always been a great singer, and I wanted him to live his dream, even if I wasn't in it. I knew that he'd probably stop having time for me if he made it through the show and became famous. I was willing to give him up if it meant he got what he wanted though. All I wanted was for Harry to be happy.

Fast forward to after One Direction had been formed. Harry and I were keeping in contact, he still didn't know how I felt. We were both seventeen now, and it had been a few months since I'd seen him. He was coming back home for part of the tour though, and I'd used some of my savings to buy myself an ultimate VIP ticket. I figured I'd surprise him when they did soundcheck. Once myself and a group of the boys' fans were ushered into the arena, we took our places in the audience. Harry didn't notice me at first, and I wasn't surprised. It wasn't like I'd changed at all, it had just been forever since we'd seen each other. The other girls were asking their questions and getting their answers. I think Liam must have noticed me though, because he whispered something to Louis, and they both looked straight at me.

I'd met the rest of the band before- it was still during X-Factor, and it was really brief, but we hung out for a little bit and talked. It wasn't like we were friends- more like acquaintances. Louis pulled Harry toward him, and I heard a couple gasps from the audience. Ah, yes. Larry Stylinson. I looked at one of the other girls and rolled my eyes. He whispered something into Harry's ear, and he looked at me. His eyes wide, a smile graced his face.

"Olivia!" he exclaimed. I turned red. I hadn't expected him to notice me- I didn't want to make a scene. It was bad enough that girls who I'd gone to high school with messaged me on Facebook asking how Harry was doing. I was pretty sure they never even talked to him before, and I knew full well that they had never talked to me. I just sort of raised my hand up and waved in response, smiling back.

After the concert, I was approached by a security guard. He told me that Harry wanted to see me backstage, and that I should stick close to him because if he didn't lead me backstage, I might get trampled. I watched as fans stared at me, and quickly turned my head toward the floor. The guard was holding me by the arm, making sure I was safe, and once I was safely backstage, I was led to a dressing room where Harry was waiting.

"Liv! I can't believe- what are you- why didn't you tell me you wanted to come to a concert? I could have paid for it!" he didn't even let me say anything before he took me into his arms, lifting me up and spinning me around. "I've missed you," he exclaimed, and put me down. I hugged him again, my arms around his shoulders.

"I wanted to surprise you." I shrugged. "I mean, I could have told you, I guess." I smirked at him, letting go of his shoulders and stepping back. "But then it wouldn't have been much of a surprise, right?" He smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I know, I know..." he pushed a hand through his curls and sat down, patting the spot next to him. I took the seat, and he exhaled. "I'm really sorry, Olivia..." he started. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, leaning forward and tilting my head as I looked at him.

"Ignoring your texts, not answering your phone calls." he sighed. "I'm just really busy, you know." he sighed, "I'm gonna make more time for my friends. For you." he nodded, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"We all knew you'd be busy, Harry." I said, shaking my head. "I think a lot of your friends have moved on. Some brag about having been your friend." I shrugged. "It's not that big a deal, babe." I ruffled his curls, smiling. That's when he dropped the bombshell.

"You're not in school right now, are you?" he asked, standing up and cracking his back. I shook my head. "Good. I was gonna wait until we went for coffee tomorrow to tell you. We were gonna do that, remember? I've talked to your mum, and to management and stuff, and they've agreed to let you spend a few weeks on tour with us." I hadn't ever seen a smile as big as this on his face. "I mean, you'd have to lay low- it's not good for me to be seen with girls, you know. But it'll be fun! You've never been to America, and I figured what better way to see it than with your best friend." I was speechless, and all I could do was nod. Standing up, I threw my arms around Harry. He laughed, hugging me back.

"Are you serious?" I asked, still disbelieving.

"We leave Sunday night." was his reply. I was going to America.