Maybe

Chapter 1

Harry Styles

I rounded the corner of the airport ahead of the other boys. We had taken a boat from Dublin over to here and then travelled in the van to Manchester airport; the rest of the boys would be staying in a hotel in the cityt, so it was easiest to be picked up from here. The tour bus wouldn't be needed until the shows in Manchester were done, so I had no idea where the fuck that got to. We had to take the inside route to a back car park where my mum would be meeting me in due to fans in the front car park and Liam was following me close behind; his family are also meeting him here today. I had somehow ended up with the trolley full of suitcases however, as Zayn took a turn for the worst due to food poisoning, so a stop at the airport for a break had been agreed on and, for some reason, everybody quickly busied themselves with Zayn and abandoned the suitcase trolley as quick as possible. I wonder why. 

I turned around and poked my tongue out at Liam because, even though I was heaving 5 suitcases (enough in for three bloody nights in Manchester, fuck knows why they were so heavy) on a trolley. 

'Bitchface,' Liam muttered.

'Sorry, wanna say that louder so that I can hear? The paps outside might even get a bit of that?' I mused at him. He shook his head and muttered something along the lines of 'immature twat.' I smirked in triumph before skillfully steering the trolley round a corner and spotting Liam's parents. And almost banging it into someone. Shit. I heard Liam jeer before realising who I had almost bumped into. My mum.

'Mum!' I exclaimed, throwing my arms around her. 'I survived the wreath of girls this time,' I joked.

'Yep, you're certainly not dead yet,' my mum replied, laughing. She glanced around a bit, it seemed as if she was looking for someone. 

'Where did she even go, where are the toilets?' she muttered, still looking around.

'Who?' I questioned, seemingly confused. Then my mums eyes fixed on something behind me.

'There she is!' She exclaimed and I turned around, making out my best friend's slim figure, dodging people with suitcases speeding in the opposite direction. She glanced up for a moment, probably looking for Anne's help, and then did a double take on me before smiling widely, her eyes sparkling as they met mine. She was dressed simply, in white high tops, black jogging bottoms and a blue striped top, the front of her long blonde hair braided and the rest simply its natural straight self, but somehow, she still looked as intriguing as ever. That was Evie all round though. 

'Close your mouth Harry, don't freak her out,' my mum muttered, nudging me in the ribs before turning and disappearing into the WhSmiths store behind us. I felt my cheeks flush a bit. Evie was soon before me and I pulled her into my arms, enclosing her small waist in my arms as I span her around in the air, causing a small squeal to escape her lips. I set her down again.

'What's up Evie,' I greeted her, ruffling her hair. She crossed her arms and stared at me.

'I think my life would have gone on in a better way if you hadn't picked me up and spun me round in the middle of a public place,' she said and I pouted. 

'Whatever, you can take the suitcase trolley if you want to play it like that,' I smirked and she looked at the bags and suitcases on the floor around us after my little not-so-smooth turn. Even so, she picked one of the bin bags full of Louis' (maybe Niall's) clothes up, laughing as she placed it back onto the trolley.

'You can't just walk into an airport and throw your stuff everywhere,' she said and then paused for a moment, 'actually forget that, I forgot you were Harry Styles for a moment.'

Our conversation was interrupted by my lovely best friends Niall and Louis jumping onto my back. 

'Zayn wants his bags,' Niall stated and Louis made a thumb gesture behind him towards Evie, whilst mouthing 'whose that?' I turned my attention back to Niall, shrugging.