Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
Harry's P.O.V. - a few days later
                          
I couldn't stop thinking about Stephanie. I've had so many dreams and flashbacks about her over the past year. It's been more than ever recently, considering she wouldn't get off of my mind no matter what I do. I even began dating another girl, Jade, to see if that will help. Don't get me wrong, I loved Jade, she was an amazing girl and made a great girlfriend, but it wasn't helping the fact that I missed Steph. 
                          
Then came the X-Factor. I wasn't expecting it to turn out the way it had. After Stephanie had left for America 8 years ago, my mum told me I dealt with it by singing. I hardly remember what I did after she left. I remember I wouldn't stop crying for a few days, but that was it. I don't remember much of anything else from those years until I was about 12, when I wouldn't stop singing, ever. That's my story of how I got my singing talent. 
                          
All of my friends and family wanted me to audition for the X-Factor, and I thought, let's give it a try. So I did and I made it through the first round. That was actually about a week ago. Since then, my small town of Holmes Chapel blew up with so many people knowing my name and cheering me on. I was overwhelmed with the fact that everywhere I went, random people told me they would watch the show every day just to see me impress the judges round after round. I didn't even think I was that good, let alone my whole city believing I was. 
                          
I knew I had to tell Stephanie about this, but I wasn't sure how. I had a Facebook, I could see if she has an account on there. I could also see about Twitter, but Twitter's more public than Facebook. There are probably hundreds of people on there who have her name. I wouldn't know which one she was. 
                          
But I had so much do to, so many people to meet, so many interviews to go to. I didn't have any time to try and contact her, even though I knew I needed to. Every spare moment I had, Jade wanted to hang out with me. I couldn't blame her, she was my girlfriend. But deep down I knew that my love for Jade was slowly fading away.
                          
Stephanie's P.O.V.
                          
A few days after my sleepover at Rachel's, I found myself daydreaming about Harry any time of the day. Ever since I began having dreams about him, I knew I couldn't just let this slide, and I kept thinking about him and how he's doing and what he's exactly doing and what life is like back home and all this kind of stuff. 
                          
"Stephanie?" Ms. Gaura called out. She was my math teacher and I apparently was hunched over my desk, looking like I was asleep. Maybe I really was...
                          
"Sorry," I apologized, pulling my head up and looking around to see my class staring back at me. I slid lower in my seat as Ms. Gaura continued the lesson. 
                          
The bell rang and I was so glad to get out of there. I grabbed my things and ran out of the classroom, stopping only when I got to my locker. I threw my books and they landed at the bottom with a thud. Shutting my locker door with a loud slam, I raced to the bathroom. Luckliy, no one was in there and I locked myself in a stall. The tears came pouring out and my body became weak, causing me to slide down to the tile floor. This meltdown made me realize how much I miss Harry. This was the first time in a couple of years that this has happened. Stupid dreams. Stupid flashbacks. Stupid daydreaming. Stupid everything! 
                          
"Stephanie?" a sweet voice asked, and I heard footsteps enter the bathroom. I knew it was Rachel, but I couldn't face her. 
                          
"Yeah, i-it's me..." I stuttered, amazed I found my voice. I ripped a piece of toilet paper from the roll and wiped the wetness from my cheeks. Hopefully she didn't hear me crying. 
                          
"A-are you ok?" she asked.
                          
I forced myself to unlock the stall door and approach her. I needed a hug and a friend. Well, I needed Harry...STOP IT!