Some Fairytales Aren't Fair | l.s.

Flying Away

Harry had never been a fan of long flights. Even when he had to take a nine-hour flight to shoot a movie, a couple of years back, he got all diva about it and really gave Liam a hard time. When he thinks about it now, he has not been the easiest celebrity to manage. He wonders a lot about how Liam has stuck by his side all these years. It was probably because they were best friends from college, which is why Liam and Harry worked together very well. Liam manages to cover for him every time and Harry loved him. He did! But sometimes Liam could get a little too much.

When Harry finally managed to scoop out a month with no work commitments, he was happier than the time he got his favorite toy when he was ten. Okay, maybe not happier than that but he was happy nonetheless. So, when Liam said they'd plan some special interviews and advertisements to increase Harry's 'brand value', Harry was simply not having it. Yeah, the extra money would be good but he was already imagining himself laying around a beach singing and writing songs. 

People often looked at Harry like he was just a chocolate boy playing hopeless romantic in every other movie and he didn't even have a problem with it. But he wished if someday he would be able to show this side to the world. He writes, sings, and composes songs. In fact, he wanted to be a musician but things didn't work out that way. And now, with the image he had built for himself, he wasn't exactly ready to let this side out in the open for people to judge. But he still enjoyed doing it.

So, here he was, getting out of the plane that had just landed on one of the most beautiful islands on Earth - Seychelles. And he was not really surprised to see a bunch of missed calls from 'Lima Bean'. Harry decided that he should probably not keep Liam hanging for so long. 

"Where the hell have you been Harry? I've been trying to reach you for hours. You could've at least left a message, I-", Harry flinched and distanced the phone from his ear because of course, Liam had to yell.

"Relax, Lima bean. I'm alright and for your information, I did leave a note."

"Yeah like an old grandpa, we have phones Harry, there is no need to write a note and stick it to the fridge of your own apartment. If Zayn wouldn't have gone there, I would've lodged a missing complaint, you know?", Liam sassed. 

"But I knew Zayn would go there, he comes around every day. He is my stylist.", you could almost hear the unsaid duh after Harry had finished speaking. 

"That's not the point Harry, you are supposed to tell me where you are going. I'm your manager, you know? What if you had an event to attend today?"

"But I don't, Liam. That's the point. I know I don't have any shooting schedules this month. And I don't want any. And you know I never miss any commitments. I just want a bunch of holidays to loosen up a bit."

"Harry, I thought we discussed this. We need to do some-"

"Liam. No. Even you could use a break. I know you want it but you're just too engrossed in work to admit it. Listen to me, it's okay. Take a break, relax a bit, you could do so many things, yeah? You could... um pick up a new hobby... have endless movie marathons... eat a bunch of food without having to worry about work..." and just when Harry thought he ridiculously sounded like a parent coaxing their teenage child, he said something that took Liam by surprise "or you could stop being a little minx and ask Zayn out". Harry wished he could see Liam's face right now because he gasped quite loudly. Well, he also wished Liam could see his face because boy was it smug. 

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Ah! He really did get Liam good this time. 

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about. The way you go all fidgety around him, I see it. It's too cute. The calm and composed Liam Payne just can't hold it together around Zayn Malik, innit?" Harry wished he could wipe that smirk off his face but it was just stuck. And he was sure he'd made an old lady comfortable when they accidentally made eye contact and Harry was smirking quite creepily at this point.

"Oh my god, Harry! If you don't stop talking right now, I will personally come and kill you wherever you are- wait where actually are you?"

"Why so you can come and murder me? No, thanks."

"Harry, I swear to God, you're being extremely difficult today. Just tell me, where are you?"

"Fine. I'm in Seychelles. And I'm planning on staying here for the whole month. I've also made a hotel reservation for you. So, if you decide to take a chill pill, you can come down as well. Or you could ask Zayn to come along?" Harry was smirking again. 

"I swear to god, Harry-"

"Bye Lima Bean, love you too!", Harry had finally let out a hearty laugh replacing the smirk as of now, which he was thankful for. 

He did it. He finally managed to get himself a decent holiday. And as he was on his way to the hotel, he thought he might've done more than just decent because this place was beautiful. 

Even the hotel was grand. Well, he had expected it to be grand. You see, Harry hadn't planned on going to Seychelles beforehand, he just knew that he wanted a beach. It was as if the Universe had planned this out for him that he met Mr. Mark Tomlinson, one of the richest businessmen in the UK, just two weeks prior to this spontaneous adventure. Mr. Tomlinson had told him about his brand new seven-star hotel and even promised a free stay to Harry. And well, Harry decided to remind him of his promise. 

So, here he was, in front of the grand 'Tomlinson Valley'. And he couldn't be more prepared for his month-long stay here.

Or so he thought.