When 2 become 1 (sequel to When 2 bands collide)

The Last

Hey guys! This is the last chapter, so I decided to make it long and awesome. Thank you all for the support along the way. Love all of you! Special thanks to my girls who let me use them as characters. My Tweety Bird, my Cupcake, my Little Ninja, my Jessie doll, and my Ariel. Thanks all of you. LOVE YA!!! (dedication to @HarryStylesgirl1980)

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Haylee's POV

"No Harry. I don't think any of the others know." I mumbled into the phone as I pushed aside yet another set of t-shirts on the crowded rack. I heard Harry sigh a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.

"Thanks for putting up with all the secrets and stuff kitten. During tour, and all the commotion with work. I know it's a lot to deal with." My hand made its' way to my hip and I pushed my lips to one side of my face as they pressed into a firm line.

"Harold Edward Styles. Don't you dare speak like that. You know it isn't a bother. Especially since I have the exact same things to deal with and you have to put up with it. Plus, I have never come close to complaining in any way about your job. So if you say something like that one more time, I will..." I paused for a moment, eyes moving up to my right as I thought. "I'll end this relationship." I smirked, hoping I caught him since that was the first thing that popped in my mind.

"No! I promise I won't speak like that again. I promise. In fact, I'm going to shut up now and go talk to the boys about it. Bye kitten!" I heard the sound that signaled he ended the call. Laughing, I pulled the phone away from my ear and continued my search for a new shirt. I needed one because we were having a surprise party for Jessica. She didn't know it was for her. There would be no presents. It'd be just like going clubbing. But with a twist.

"Can I help you find anything?" I jumped at the sound of the voice. I turned towards a girl, mid thirties, curly black hair, and green eyes. She was wearing a blue tee shirt with a logo I didn't recognize, she was wearing denim jeans that flared at the bottom and she had on some tennis shoes, she was wearing a metallic pin on her left breast that classified her as Melinda. I politely smiled.

"No thanks, just browsing." I answered, turning to a new rack of shirts. After I had whooshed through a few, I found the one. It was a blue top, it had sequins covering it and had three layers that were bagged but looked cute. Smiling, I turned and walked towards the clerk desk, once again meeting up with Melinda.

"That it?" She asked, scanning the item.

"Yes." I nodded, digging in my wallet for the money. Well... Emily's wallet. It's the third time I've stole it this week and I'm running her dry. I'm an evil child. As I pulled out some moolah, I saw Melinda staring at me. "Yes?" I slowly asked, handing over the money. She shook her head.

"Sorry, you just look so familiar." She mumbled, giving me my change.

"And who would that be?" I asked, pocketing the money and waiting for my item. She lightly laughed.

"This is going to sound ridiculous." She said, handing me a receipt and pen. "You just look a lot like a girl on one of the posters my daughter has in her room." I laughed as I handed over the signed paper.

"You want to know a secret?" I asked, taking my bag and looking around. She gave me a questioning look as I removed the sunglasses we had to wear. I think it's ridiculous, who wears freaking sunglasses indoors?! "I probably am Poster Girl." And with that, I turned and walked out the doors, leaving her mouth agape.

I made my way through the rest of the mall; searching for a jean store for a pair to match my top, when I spotted the perfect place to shop. Except it was the most expensive store there. I'm not going to be able to afford that!!!...