(I don't know a good name, so I just put something random for the title. Maybe someone can help me)

Harry's POV

"There's nothing left, I used to cry, conversation has gone dry, that's what's going on! Nothing's fine I'm torn!" I sang on stage, taking in all of the air for this last note.

"Tooorn, Toooorn, Oh, Torn!"

The clapping became distant, I was just staring, reading, all the signs. I felt like nothing in this world could be better. Until, I looked at the crowd, one more time before I left. I saw a face, one as gorgeous as ever. I stared, thinking about the face but only to be rushed by Paul backstage.

Sorry it was short, it's like a sneak-peek or whatever.