Part III The Tour

Moving On Sort Of

"If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late, could you say good-bye to yesterday…?"

Harry cracked a small smile from off-stage. Ike had the crowd eating out of his sweaty palms. He had always been talented and had virtually taught Harry everything about music, but this was his first big break.

Harry glanced at the surrounding equipment that crowded the area. His eyes caught sight of the auburn-haired man in the mirror used for the previous act. He hadn't been completely conscious of his decision to dye his hair; it was a total impulse that caused him to die it a deep auburn.

But he knew exactly why all the same, because it was only a few shades lighter than Ginny's long, flaming red hair.

It had been barely a month since she had left and they had exchanged very few words since. He wondered if she even knew about his hair, something he did on the second part of the tour, which was now extended three more weeks due to its incredible success.

It had turned into a week-end music festival with artists of every kind, from the pop singers and bands to the rappers and even a few country acts sprinkled in. Bands searching for their big break auditioned to be opening acts and they had added three stages, making the final count six stages.

Harry rustled his sweaty hair; he had been on stage for over an hour so Ike had relieved him for a song. He was handed a microphone by a stage hand and waited as the song changed. The music changed and Harry recognized it instantly, seeing as he helped write it alongside the rest of the band. It was I Miss You.

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."

Harry sighed, thoughts of Ginny seeping into his mind. Sadness and regret filled him at the thought of her, but then a new feeling overwhelmed him, anger and jealousy. Because after the one time he saw her after they had broken up, she had been seen with him. He knew she hadn't forgiven him and wouldn't until he told her the truth, but did she have to torment him with another man?

Reese McAdams was the hottest actor in the world at the moment. The twenty-three year old had everything and now he had Ginny. At least that's what Reese thought. Harry knew Ginny didn't care for him; he was just a bloke to keep her mind off of everything while she waited for Harry to wake up.

Being lost in thoughts of Ginny, he nearly missed his part and quickly dove onto the stage at the last moment.

"Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight."

The entire span of time he spent on the stage, sweat clinging to his black long-sleeved shirt, all he thought about was Ginny.

"Don't waste your time on me; you're already the voice inside my head."

The song slowly came to close and he felt the weight of the next five songs crushing down on his shoulders painfully, because the entire time he was filled with an aching desire in his chest and he knew it was from Ginny.

***

"Here! Ella Avens!" Ike threw the magazine in his face.

Harry caught it awkwardly, clutching the white towel dangling around his neck. He had just made it back to his trailer and found a sweat-soaked Ike on his couch.

"Ella?"

"Yeah, take her out and then sleep with her. You need to get laid, mate."

Harry rolled his eyes, tossing the magazine aside without even glancing at the blond on the cover that was Ella Avens.

"Ike, Ginny and I are-"

"Taking a break, so have fun! She's messing around with McAdams." Ike reasoned, swiping up the magazine. He waved it at Harry. "Ella's on the tour with us, it'd be perfect!"

"No, besides she's only nineteen."

"A three year age difference; how horrid." Ike rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to tell Ginny, Ike." Harry told his friend firmly.

Ike stood up, walking towards the door. "Right. All I'm saying is that she'd be a good stress-reliever for you, mate."

"Not while I'm with Ginny."

"You're not with her! She left you Harry because you refuse to move on and let yourself be happy! Date Lauren at least!"

Harry huffed. "Brilliant idea."

"Whatever, Harry, just stop sulking around alone." With that, Ike left, leaving Harry to contemplate what he had said.

Sitting on the couch, Harry sighed. He considered what Ike had said and he felt as if he was a teenager again, with Voldemort running around trying to kill him. Glancing down at the coffee table, he noticed a file laying there.

He opened it and realized it was Kyle's; he must have left it there after their meeting before the concert that night. Inside were a dozen songs or so. He also found paperwork on several artists, including Ella Avens.

He recognized a few of the names that were listed, all authors of the music or some up and coming singer to match. One name in particular stuck out: Ginny Weasley.

She wrote a song?

Harry read it quickly, absorbing every word. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back.

He was a stranger.

***

"Just do it with love…"

Harry ignored the voice that was flowing to his ears. Ella Avens was sweet, beautiful girl. She had an amazing voice as well, but she also had…attributes that Harry found less appealing. Such as her obsession with looking good at all times. She was discreet about and nobody really noticed, except Harry and it bothered him every time she pulled out a mirror.

She also was an obsessive shopper. Ella bought everything she saw or even remotely liked. She had several houses and almost as many cars as Harry. She also had a closet the size of Harry's studio, stuffed with clothes.

These little things didn't stop Harry from dating here though. She was still gorgeous and kept him entertained, but she also made him long for Ginny. For Ginny to be the one laughing at him. For Ginny to be the smile he saw every day. For Ginny to be the woman he kissed good-night.

At the moment he was sitting off-stage while Ella sang for a small audience. She was on the national morning talk show that Harry had revealed his identity on. The host had begged for Harry to make an appearance on stage, but he had refused, not wishing to share his and Ella's meaningless relationship.

"Nobody believes me when I tell them that there's so much you hide."

Harry's eyes tore away from grimy concrete floor. He stared at the blond moving gracefully on the small stage, surrounded by a wild audience.

Ginny's song.

"There's no kindness in your eyes. The way you look at me is just not right. I can tell what's going on the time, there's a stranger in my life."

Harry felt his hands clench into fists as he did his best not to shake in anger. Ella was singing Ginny's song?

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he listened to the song. For the first time, he truly began debating with himself over the decision to tell Ginny the truth.

"I don't deserve her." He murmured to himself. "Not after what I did."

Shaking his head, he realized Ella was walking off stage, grinning. She kissed him firmly, hugging him tightly. He returned it absentmindedly, Ginny still on his mind.

"Want to come over tonight?" She whispered seductively.

No, not in a million years. Not even if Lord Voldemort came back to life and it was the only way to stop him. Well, maybe in that case I would, but…

He had promised himself that he would never touch her. Not the way he ever touched Ginny…

"No, I don't think so." He smiled at her, kissing her again briefly, breaking away before she got the chance to deepen it.

"Oh, okay." Ella seemed disappointed, but recovered quickly, taking his hand.

"I'll take you to lunch, okay?" He draped an arm over her and stared out ahead of them, not smiling. Leading her away while she began drawling on abut some silly issue she had with someone on the tour, that still had two more weeks left.

The entire time he was with Ella, all he thought about was Ginny.

A/N: The first song was If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback, the second was I Miss You by blink-182, Ella's first song is With Love by Hilary Duff and the last one was Stranger by Hilary Duff as well.

I want to know how you feel about Ella and Reese who you'll meet soon :)