Ghost Writer [Harry Styles][H.S. Fanfic]

5 - ONE LOVE

"Hmm. I wonder why." He sits back as the lights dim around the bar and the group makes their way onto the stage.

I wave my hand at Mitch as he looks around, and when he sees me, he gives me a nod and a small smile. The short brunette, who I assume is Sarah, takes her seat behind the drums and aimlessly twirls the two wooden sticks between her fingers.

I take a sip of my drink and almost choke when I see the girl from the café that I ran into at the beginning of this week walk in front of the mic. She looks back to Mitch and Sarah to say something, and they both laugh in unison at whatever she joked about.

I smack Niall's arm with the back of my hand repeatedly from shock.

"Ow! What?" he grunts, smacking me back in the center of my chest.

"Mate, that's her!" I whisper-shout and point to the lead singer.

"Her who?" He looks at me like I'm crazy, lacing his gaze to follow in the direction of where I was pointing to.

"Remember the girl I told you about, that I literally crashed into at Beachwood? The one who said we had already met and written a song together." I remind him and his eyes grow wide, his mouth forming into the shape of an O.

"You mean the girl that 'rejected and ditched' you at the café? The one you haven't quit talking about for the past two days since I got here. While you've been desperately trying to figure out who she is, so she'd meet with you, cuz you're crushing on her like a damn schoolboy. Yeah, I remember." He chuckles, using two fingers to put air quotes around the words used in the title of that embarrassing headline whilst making fun of me in the process.

"Yes—that one. Thank you for reminding me about that article and how I've been acting like a fucking pathetic loser. You're a real pal," I scoff in annoyance, making him chuckle to himself.

I cover my face with my hands and groan, reflecting on the past six days since meeting her. I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out how I know her. She looked so familiar, but I couldn't place it. I meet so many people and go so many places, that it's hard to keep track of anything anymore. I felt like the biggest asshole on the planet, not remembering her. I feel like there's no way I could've forgotten a girl like her.

"Hey y'all, my name is Rae. The stunning drummer behind me is Sarah Jones, and this ruggedly handsome man to my left is Mitch Rowland. We are going to play you an original song tonight if that's alright with you?" The crowd cheers, and Rae steps over to her new location behind the piano, taking a seat on the bench, stroking her fingers along the keys like it's a habit before nodding to Sarah to begin.

"I wake up tonight,
Feeling paper thin and I'm paper white.
You say, "Just come back to bed."
Voice sounds strange, but I soon forget.
And your sad blue eyes like mine.
Full of pity now but I don't know why.
The light dims without regret.
Till now you're nothing more than a silhouette.
But just hold quick, you're fading right.
In a cold trick of the light.
I'm just so sick, I thought you'd might be here.
But you di-disappear."

When she starts to sing, there's a nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me I've heard her voice before. But I can't make any sense of it.

"Now I wake up and I forget that you were gone.
A phantom limb is all that I am hanging on.
So, don't stop, no stopping yet.
What if the one true love's
The only one that you get?
And you've been wishing,
But you don't know how to stay.
And I've broken,
But I'm better every day.
So, don't stop, no stopping yet.
What if one true love's
The only one that you get?"