Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part seventy-five

As always I love you all. Enjoy the rollercoaster that is this chapter...

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Harry

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I knew Meg's little performance on the jet was a distraction, I didn't mind- that doesn't mean I wasn't worried. I couldn't ignore the fact she seemed out of it.

More so when we arrived in the huge, fancy hotel resort, and the first thing she wanted to do was go to the indoor pool. Avoiding the late lunch that Louis invited us to, her excuse was she was jet-lagged. That was a lie considering later tonight we were going to a party.

She was smiling, and I didn't have to be a psychologist to see how uncomfortable Meg was. Something about her being was just... off. And I didn't know how to explain it either. Utterly confused by the way she was acting, her body language screaming in red flags. I hoped it for the life of me it wasn't something I'd done, that she was okay and just a little frazzled by this all. I can't blame her, at the end of the trip she was set to perform. Her first performance in more than half a year, before the eyes of hundreds of people. She had a ton of pressure on her quaint back, the Florian situation added bricks to the weighting down bag.  

Something told me going on this trip was a shitty idea.

My eyes gravitated to her figure, sunbeams on the surface of the deep cerulean ocean. The attraction swarmed likes bees, and lovesick stares only kicked the honey-bound nest.