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Train wreck☕️

Chapter twenty nine,
Train wreck👽🌊✈️

Day two with Harry.Xx
Nine am, Sunday morning.

Harry's point of view.

I wake up to my phone alarm, letting it buzz for a minute.
When I finally open my eyes to shut it off, the window, with its pushed back curtains allows bright white light to hit me right in the face. I roll over and see Brooke's long skinny hand peeking out of the fluffy white sheets. Her nails are delicately painted a slick black and it looks wonderful against the cloud white bed.
I laugh, letting my eyes half close and ripping the blankets off of her; ruining her hiding place, from the sunlight I presume.
Her hair is sprawled out across the bed and her perfectly straightened hair reaches down to about mid-ribs length.
She opens her eyes and blows her side bangs out of her face.
She notices me starting at her, while I'm sitting crisscross style on the bed.
She smiles but closes her eyes.
"You shouldn't be staring at me, you have a girlfriend you know" she mumbles jokingly.
She's wearing a navy blue crop top and a pair of Victoria secret leggings that are a bit low on her waist.
"I have to go soon, lovey"
She tugs at the hem of my shirt, printed with black silhouette hands spread out on the white T-shirt.
"Have fun. Be careful getting there and back, you too Tomlinson" She pulls the bland blankets back up to her shoulder.
"You aren't coming?"
She flutters her eyelashes, "Go where?"
"The concert." Lou answers, walking over to his drawer and picking out his clothing.
"It's about forty minutes away, but we have a half hour before we have to leave. I thought you'd want to come" I add, not bothering to avoid contact since she's half asleep anyway.
"Depends. Are the artists that are going any good?" She smiles again.
"No, not at all really" Louis quickly replies.
"Okay" she says reaching her arm out to me. I grab her hand and slide her close to me and she pushes away.
"You were supposed to pull me up nicely" she teases me, sitting up and stretching.
"Go get dressed brooke" I sigh.
*Half an hour later*

Brooke's pov.

We look like we were made to be together.
Walking through the streets with our hands intertwined, snapping a few cute pictures along the way with our heads down otherwise-
We're about as grunge as it gets.
I'm wearing black leggings, a white college t shirt and a loose blue jean jacket with the cuffs rolled up about three inches from my wrists. I didn't re-straighten my hair this morning, among the rush in the hotel, and so my long brunette hair with blonde highlights lay waved and messy around my shoulders; Harry told me it looked extremely straight, I think he's lying. I took the case off my gold iPhone 5s, and slipped on my black high top sneakers before we left.
Harry is wearing a Rolling Stones t shirt (which by the way hangs a little low, revealing his bird tattoos) beneath a red, unbuttoned flannel. He too left his hair down. He wore his big Ray bans sunglasses and usual tight ripped jeans.
Once Louis, Harry and I were dressed we met the lads in the lobby and agreed to go get a coffee and maybe a donut before we left for the concert.
We wanted to walk, so we did.
"Okay, donut or croissant?" I ask the boys, half thinking out loud.
"Donut" Niall says immediately.
"Doesn't matter" Liam and Zayn agree.
"Donut" Louis blurts.
"What about you?" Harry asks me.
"Croissant, I think. Donuts are good sometimes but they're very sugary and I don't-"
"Why do you always do that." Harry interrupts.
"What?"
"You act like you need to be on a constant diet but-"
"I didn't mean it like that I just..I don't like sugary stuff in the morning..that's all".
I didn't bother asking him which he liked better. I'd assume he's just tired and I don't really blame him.
"So how's fort-a-Lou-Harry-and-brooke?" Niall asks, thankfully changing the subject.
"Good" I say at the same time as Louis says "terrible".
I look over at him smiling brightly and I bump him.
"I'm not that bad"
"No, no you're alright" he laughs.
Harry stays silent; I don't let go of his hand still.
I don't wanna sound clingy, but I open my mouth anyway.
"Are you alright, Hazz?"
"Yeah, thanks" he says blankly.
When we come to a starbucks, we all part, including Harry and I, and we walk up to the register.
I order a iced Capp and the rest of the boys choose about thirty different things. I go to pull my wallet out but Niall touches my hand and mumbles "s'okay I got it".
"Thanks!" I tell him as he hands me my drink.
All the guys sit at a table, except for Liam and I-who get bumped to the seats directly behind them.
"Do you want to come sit up here?"
For a minute I think Harrys offering for me to sit in his lap, but he clearly disproves that and adds "I can sit with Liam if you'd like".
"No that's alright. I like Liam" I say half-hesitant and he laughs, Harry just turns back around.
"So, how's Sophia?" I ask politely.
"Amazing, as usual" he blushes, "Hows h
Harry?" He smiles.
I turn around at smile at Hazz, he returns a half smile.
"Very good" I decide on saying so I don't have to go too lovey or too unhappy sounding.
For a few minutes we all make small talk, Niall occasionally throwing a straw wrapper at me, mostly missing anyway. Harry doesn't turn back to look at me again.
That's the only thing that could ever bother me about him. He is so..in love one minute and the next he's depressed and pushing you away.
None the less, I had fun and I was ready for the concert already. I declined taking any seats other than a few rows back from the stage on the floor. I was in love with on of them and, unbelievably I'm pretty sure he was in love with me too so I wouldn't dare take away some poor fan's chance at sitting/standing that close to the lads when I could go see him after the shower and again tonight before I fall asleep in his inviting arms.
Fast forward to three songs into the concert, and oh my god they were amazing. I never got floor tickets when I was a kid, but as close as you could get to the floor without being on it. Anyway, the point is that this brought back so many memories and they were all just exuberant and so very happy. It was perfect.
Now I understood why they loved this so much, and why it was worth all the difficulties that immediately come along with fame.
Everyone around me, myself included, was just so insanely happy to be there and it was like nothing else mattered.
For a minute I forgot how I could call Harry mine and hated the distance between us, only to be followed by realization and an overcoming smile because this was all actually happening.
All and all put aside, everything I've ever gone through and every night I lied in bed staring at my poster filled room in the glum darkness and wished, more like prayed to someday be standing where I am today-
That's how I knew.
I had everything I wanted in life and only would it stay this way if Harry would stay..
I don't even wanna think about the train wreck that would be if and when he, or I, leave the other.
So, I don't. I simply throw my hands in the air and enjoy the music and feeling only concerts can give you, and pray for one more day in this life.