One Direction is just touring the US again. A stop in sunny California which only was suppose to last one night turns into an adventure impossible for the boys to forget. Two girls dreams were coming true.. But, will it last or will reality shatter their dreams? (You'll just have to read & find out!)


1. Flashbacks

Harry's POV

I keep dreaming about the X-Factor lately. I'm not sure why.. I guess I just miss the bakery days.....


*In a small bakery in Homles Chapel*

"I'd like one cake & for it to read, 'Way to go, Champ!' Got it? Good!" a customer snaps at me. Oh boy. Angry football mum strikes. I yell Zander the order.

"Oh jeez! A football mum," Zander yells back. He can be so dramatic. He runs from the kitchen, practically covered in flour. He tackles me & a puff of flour flies off of him; some clinging to my now dirtied apron & some on the ground. "I don't know if we'll live to see the order make it out the door! Harry, hold me, closer! Sing to me! You know my favorite, the one with that girl, by that artist, on that album," Zander whispers softly. He should act but he's so forgetful that hed probably end up forgetting his lines and just do some improv! "Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful?" I sing loudly. Zander knew I love singing & he tried to make me sing while taking orders or just baking in the back with him. "yes, that's the one!" he interrupts me & we laugh. 


"Harry! Harry! HARRY!" Louis snaps me back to reality, "C'mon, mate, time to go to work!" The announcer begins with his booming voice, "Louis Tomlinson! Niall Horan! Liam Payne! Zayn Malik! And.." the boys run out on cue. "HARRY STYLES!" I begin to walk out onto the stage but, suddenly, I panic. What am I doing? I've done this so many times! What's different? Then, all I remember is pitch black from there as I fainted on stage, hearing a few gasps from he audience, & the boys trying to yell my name. 


I wake up in a hospital bed. My head hurts a lot & I feel extremely tired. What happened? I don't even remember starting the show! "Mr. Styles, I'm afraid you have a severe concussion & you collapsed from dehydration." a nurse tells me as she's changing out my IV. "I can't be here. I can't be hurt. The boys! The fans!" I start to explain. She pretends to listen sits me back down in my bed. "Mr. Styles, your band and management have been notified of everything. Please sit back down and relax but, no falling asleep!" she sternly warns me. I look for her name. Mrs. Leons. Her hair was to her shoulders, hazel eyes, she was very sweet yet strick when she needed to be. She must be a mum, she reminds me of mine. "Excuse me, Mrs. Leons?" I try to ask politely. "Right.. Erm, do you have any daughters that are One Direction fans?" I hope I don't sound nosey. "Well, Mr. St-" She begins. "Please, Harry is just fine. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," I apologize. "Well, Harry, since you ask. I have 2 that would love to meet you but, they are young." She starts to tell me about her lovely daughters, Dawn & Marie. I do as Mrs. Leons instructed and began to relax. "Oh they sound lovely. Would you like me to meet them?" She nods, smiles, & dials her nanny to bring them over. 25 minutes later, 2 little girls skip over to me and begin telling me everything about themselves but, I can't stop staring and trying to look into the beautiful clear blue eyes of the nanny! What's her name?

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