but the wait will be worth it

chapter twenty six

The next day
July 12th 2012

My phone rung amongst the loud wind blowing through the trees outside.

I swiftly fought against the wind, struggling to stay standing as my phone rang.

"Hello," I mumbled, almost to the large building.

"Hey, Harry. Almost here?"

I smiled to myself at the sound of Louis' sweet voice. After taking sometime for myself to think things through this morning, I still hadn't quite figured out what I wanted. Although, I had realized that being mad at Louis wouldn't solve anything.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Almost to the terminal. Are you guys by the gate?"

Louis took a moment to answer. "Sorry Haz, can't quite hear you. It's really windy. But yeah, Emma and I are here. Turns out the rest of the boys are taking a different flight."

I pursed my lips before nodding and ending the call.

Running the rest of the way to the gate, I approached the airport entrance and pulled my hood over my head to block out the wind.

A huge gust of wind blew through the door as I came in, messing up the hair of tired airport wanderers.

Among the dozens of people sitting and sleeping in the seats, were Louis and Emma anxiously waiting.

The wind brushed up Louis' hair, blowing it up from his forehead. He squinted in the breeze of a windy Texas coming through the doors, smiling at my arrival. I grinned brightly.

Emma ran up and grabbed my hands.

"New Mexico!!" She wooed, dancing with a smile on her face. I smiled and jumped around excitedly.

I had noticed a switch in Emma's personality around me lately. She was being very kind, always picking up on when I was upset.

Like last night, she came up to my hotel room when the rest had arrived back after dancing at the plaza. She knocked a couple of times before I woke up with a halt, tiredly walking to the door.

I opened and there she was with a smile, kindly holding a styrofoam container with leftover chicken from their dinner that I had missed. Said she had just wanted to check up on me, and make sure I was doing okay.

Louis stood across from us, laughing as Emma and I danced around near the door. She pulled me in tightly to a hug, before leaning back and whispering in my hold.

"You doing okay?" she asked sweetly. Tears formed in my eyes at the question, as I nodded softly.

"Been doing some thinking," I mumbled.

"Good," Emma whispered before rubbing my arm sympathetically. I smiled as we walked over to Louis.

He grinned shyly. "So, ready for a much shorter flight this time?"

I nodded cheekily as we walked over to where our plane was departing, dragging suitcases behind us.

Louis struggled to pick his up and bring it onto the connecting bridge to the plane, so I walked by and swiftly swooped it from his grasp. He scoffed quietly and walked along behind Emma and I.

The rest of the boys were taking a different plane, as it was easier to avoid crowding fans this way.

The plane ride wasn't too long, but it could have felt shorter if Emma and Louis were there to keep me company.

I was seated by myself in first class, multiple rows behind them. My loneliness was filled by two hours of Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks.

This flight wasn't as long as the last few had been, as we were barely traveling over a whole state.