Gemma left early the next morning before our flight to Colorado took off. Actually Harry and I had spent the whole night hanging out with her. We managed to sneak Harry into a movie and spent the whole time giggling at the stupid jokes. Later we waited until a bowling alley was almost closed before rushing in and begging them to let us rent it. We called the rest of the boys and ended up bowling the worst round you’ve probably ever seen. The night was a blast, but the early morning was a bitch.
I checked my email as we waited for the plane to take off. “Harry, I think I’m sleep deprived. Will you read this email and tell me what it says?” I asked passing him my phone as I yawned.
“It’s a hotel confirmation to the Borough Lodge. You really couldn’t read that?”
I took my phone back from his open hand, “That can’t be right.”
“No, it is. That’s where Chloe told us we’re staying. She thought if they booked us a hotel in a more secluded area, then we might find a little more privacy.”
Suddenly I was wide-awake. “Do you KNOW who stays there sometimes? Actually who was spotted there a few days ago?”
“No. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” Harry answered with his eyes closed.
“Justin Timberlake.”
“Okay…”
“Harry you don’t understand. You know how some people love you?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, just a few.”
“Yeah. Well I love Justin Timberlake more than they love you. I would put money on it. What if he’s there? What if we run into him? What if I look horrible?” I started to freak out.
“Whoa. Calm down. The pilot won’t take off if you keep this up, you sound like you’re hyperventilating.”
I took a deep breath, “You’re right, sorry. I’ll keep it cool. But what if he’s there?”
“Well if he’s there…then cool? You can say hi.”
“YOU CANNOT JUST SAY HI TO JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!” I whisper screamed, “Ugh you really don’t get it.”
“I would say that’s an understatement. Is this how people feel about us?” He asked sounding genuinely concerned.
“Nobody matches my enthusiasm, but I’m sure they would claim that yes this is the same,” I huffed. “You’re not excited.”
“I AM excited. I’m excited to get the chance to go skiing, and I’m excited to watch you lose your shit if we run in to him,” he winked. “Now give me your hand.”
“What for?” I questioned.
“I thought you hated takeoff.”
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Head Over Heels (One Direction Fic)
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