Prologue

Sweat pours off of me as I leave the stage. Another good show that made millions of fans happy. It was an afternoon concert for a change, so I had to clean up quickly and head for the meet-and-greet. Twenty or thirty teenage girls dying for a chance to be with a pop star. They didn't stand a chance.

I was looking for the one and she wouldn't be a fan. I couldn't fall in love with someone who was in love with the person they've only read about in magazines. They didn't know the real Danny Jones. Plus most of the girls weren't even legal for me to date. The 'one' would be older and someone I met outside of McFly. She wouldn't be here.

I followed behind the guys to the hallway out of the dressing room. To my right was a petite blonde with a McFly backstage pass around her neck. She smiled at me as I walked by. She was cute and older than most girls at the show. Most girls were about thirteen, but she had to at least be nineteen.

As the last fan walked away with a smile and autographs, the boys and I headed back inside. There she was still standing against the wall. I had to talk to her. I stood against the wall facing her. We spent the first few minutes staring at each other. Finally I decided to speak, "Hi, I'm Danny."

"I know who you are. I'm Claire," She had an American accent which surprised me. It was intriguing and quite lovely.

"What are you doing here in England? I'm pretty sure from your accent that you're not from around here."

She played with the backstage pass twirling it between her fingers. "I won a contest to fly here and see you guys perform live."

"Did you enjoy the show? I would hate for your trip to be rotten because you hated the show." I moved a little closer to her, so close I could feel her breathing on me; I could smell her lip gloss. She was more than I was expecting at this meet-and-greet or any meet-and-greet for that matter. But she couldn't be the one…she was at a McFly function.

She smiled brightly at me. "I had a great time. Best of all I got to meet my favorite McFly boy."

I moved a strand of hair out of her face. Her hair was soft to the touch. "I'm glad you had a good time." I'm not exactly sure what happened next, but somehow I kissed her. Her lips were pressed against mine and I could now taste her vanilla lip gloss. I held her to me until we both needed to catch our breath.

A man behind called Claire, "Claire, it's time to go back to the hotel. Say good-bye to Danny."

Claire's face saddened. She looked at me and I could tell what she was going to ask me next. "Do you think I could get your email address or you cell phone number?" She began to twirl the backstage pass again.

I thought about it for a second. I shook my head no. "I can't. How am I to know you won't give it out to all your friends in the states? I'm sorry." I watched as her facial expression turned to disappointment.

"You can trust me. I'm not like the other fans that you meet." She hoped with her heart that I might change my mind, but I couldn't. I didn't know her all that well. But I could see why she hoped so hard. I had kissed her which was wrong of me. I was out of line.

I shook my head no again. "No, I can't. Sorry," I said quietly. She nodded her head in acknowledgement. She didn't say anything else. She just walked away from me trying to keep her head up.

As I watched her walk away, I realized something very important. I had done something really stupid that I was going to regret for the rest of my life. I realized that she was the 'one'. The 'one' I had been looking for was right there walking away because I did something stupid.

Harry came up beside me. "Let's go man. We have a long trip ahead of us."

I looked at him and knew that I had to try to go after her. I brushed him off and started running after her. I kept bumping into people preventing me to catch up to her. I shoved one of the roadies out of my way. I swung the door open leading to the outside. "Claire!" I yelled. But it was too late. The cab she was in had already pulled down the street. Watching her walk away killed me. I just lost the love of my life because I didn't think I could find her in a fan. She was gone.