Until We Meet Again

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Emma's POV

*2 days later*

"Toothbrush?"

"Check."

"Phone and charger?"

"Check."

"Your iPod?"

"Che - wait, I don't need it, you can take it back home. I'm supposed to concentrate there, you know?" I told Sophia. She pointed at me, nodding slightly, signalling that I got a point.

"Besides, how will I listen to my husband's songs if I don't have yours, since your boyfriend threw mine out of the window." Sophia said, referring to Bruno Mars as her husband.

"That was just an accident, you know? And by the way, Harry is not my boyfriend, dipstick!" I said as I recalled yesterday. When Harry was running around, his hand flung over and knocked away the iPod sitting on a table beside the window.

"Dipstick reminds me, do you have your makeup?" Sophia said, completely ignoring the stuff I said except for the word that rhymes with a thing she can't live without - lipstick.

"I don't want it, you can take it back if you want." I said, shoving the lipstick that Sophia gave me to use at her.

"You need to have at least some makeup on hand, babe." She said, dumping a whole lot of cosmetics in my backpack.

"What are you -" I started, but got cut off by Sophia.

"You take this stuff with you if you want me to answer your calls." Sophia said sternly. Wow, she was stern when she had to be.

"Fine, but promise me you will answer all of my calls?" I said, looking at her with puppy eyes.

"Of course I will! My little baby is going away to London, I can't believe I raised such a talented and beautiful child." Sophia wiped away a fake tear dramatically as she pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back so tightly that even I couldn't breathe.

"Done with your girly stuff? If you are, then I need help." I heard Harry say from the door. I separated from Sophia and turned to look at him. He was standing there, shirtless, with a t-shirt in each of his hands.

"What is it?" I asked, trying not to look at his bare torso.

"Which one do I wear?" He asked. I rolled my eyes as I walked up to him.

"Is that seriously the question you're asking me right now? Like seriously? Just put on any of them, both of these colours are my favourite." I said, looking at the t-shirts he was holding. One of them was black, while the other was a maya blue.

"No, put on the black one. It'll go with your khaki trousers." Sophia said from behind us.

"She's actually right." I said to Harry and he nodded as a thanks to me and Sophia before running off to Louis' room, where apparently Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry and Zayn were changing into their outfits.

"So, feel attracted to him yet?" Sophia asked. I rolled my eyes at her.

"No, stop shipping him with me, S" I said to her.

"Ship you where? And with who?" I heard Liam asked from the door. Thankfully, he did have his shirt on.

"You don't know what shipping two people is, do you?" Sophia chuckled.

"I do, of course I do. When you ship two people, you transport them to a place via ships." Liam said proudly. I sniggered at his answer.

"Did I say something wrong?" Liam asked, oblivious to the fact that he said everything wrong.

"Not something, you said everything wrong!" I laughed.

"And I don't really care. I wanted to say that we're leaving in 30 minutes, so be ready." Liam informed. Thirty minutes? That's all?

"I am ready, look at yourself! You don't even have your hair done, it's sticking out in every direction possible." I told him as he began to flatten out his hair with his hands. I threw him a brush, not wanting to see him struggle and then fail in a funny way anymore.

"I'll return that never!" He yelled to us as he ran back to the 8th floor.

"Half an hour." Sophia's voice startled me. I turned to face her.

"Half an hour it is, darling." I told her, pulling her into me.

"I know you're gonna get this." She said against my neck as I was a little taller than her. I continued to hug her, considering the fact that I won't be able to get this warm hug until 2 months.

"Girls, we need to be in the bus in 15! Come on!" Zayn said, showing up at my door with all his luggage in his hands.

"What? But Liam said -"

"Hurry, idiots!" Louis cut me off.

"Yeah, it was 30 minutes, but then because of some issue, we have to be there a bit early." Niall explained.

"But -"

"Come on, hurry!" They said, shoving the rest of my stuff in my bag and pushing me out of the room.

"Wait for me!" Sophia said, hurrying behind us.
We reached the ground floor, and Sophia had tears in her eyes. I didn't want her to cry and I don't want to cry either, it's just two months.

"Sophie, it's just two months, baby! Don't cry, I'll be back before you even know it." I said as I hugged her. All the boys "aww"ed behind us.

"Shut up, idiots." Sophia laughed. I smiled and pulled away from her, she was smiling now.

"Bye Emy, good luck!" Sophia said, smiling through her pain. You must be wondering why we're so emotional, it's just two months, right? But we've never been apart for more than a week since we've become best friends, and that happened when both of us were three. So it was pretty big of a deal right now.

"Bye Sophia, call me everyday." I told her as I hugged her one last time.

"I love you Emms." She whispered.

"I love you too, S" I whispered back. She pulled away, smiling like a proud parent would. I know that sounds funny, but now's not the right time to laugh.

"Goodbye, until we meet again." I said, making a tear slide down her face. Zayn wiped that off before I could reach out.

"We're bored, make it quick, girls." He said.

"Sorry." I shortly answered. I exited the lobby of the beautiful hotel, leaving Sophia behind. I waved at her and she did the same, before I walked away with the boys.

A/N:-
Sorry for the short chapter, lovely readers. I hope you liked it and all the emotional drama in here, I just had to be a drama queen.
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Until We Meet Again (see what I did there lol)
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