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Okay...so the absolutely GORGEOUS edit was made by the beautifully talented @clarab thank you so much doll, I'm literally obsessed with it! This chapter's dedicated to you becuase you're perfect xo.

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Hallie.

It was hot. Los Angeles heat waves in June were painful. Horrifyingly, depressingly painful. The very best part was, the air conditioning went out in my building. The advantages of living in an old Victorian mansion.

HS: how boring is LA without me?

HM: i hate you, ya know that right?

HS: lolz ;)

HM: its 103 degrees, styles. 103…degrees…

HM: plus, ac in the building broke. im actually dying here. literally sizzling to death.

HS: go stay at mine.

HM: can i really?

HS: why does my offer surprise you?

HM: just making sure your being serious.

HS: *you’re. and i’m one hundred percent, love xx stay as long as you want, i mean it.

HM: harry styles = my god and savior

HS: ladies and gentleman, i’ll be here all night.

HS: you remember the gate code and you still have the key, yes?

HM: yes and yes.

HM: thanks buddy :D

HS: anything for my bffl.

HM: and Adam that lucky son of a bitch…he’s leaving on Friday to go up to NoCal to fish with his pops.

HS: how long?

HM: dunno…think he gets back on monday or tuesday

HS: cool.

HM: i guess. so where ya going tomorrow?

HS: we’re still in Dubai. you’d love it here it’s wicked. we leave for Cardiff in two days.

HM: wales?

HS: good girl for knowing! :)

HM: shut up. anyway. phones gonna die. i’ll heat over to yours now :) thanks again duude xo

HS: call me if you have any problems and enjoy the couch pit ;)

HM: debating whether i’ll sleep there or your giant king size bed…

HS: difficult choice, yes?

HM: very. love ya bud XO

HS: i love you too, doll xx.

The drive to Harry’s was long. Traffic was a bitch and the air only helped slightly because Joni’s red leather interior attracted the sun, making almost every single inch of the inside of my car burn. I was incredibly grateful my best friend’s driveway was shaded. The second I walked in, it felt better and the AC wasn’t even on yet. I tossed my bags on the floor outside the kitchen and made a beeline for the fridge. There really wasn’t much to pick from because the overly responsible dweeb tossed all the perishables. I settled for an unopened can of refried beans, Tostitos, diced tomatoes and thankfully the sour cream and cheese were still good. Nachos are nothing without those two staples.

The night went by quickly and I found myself inside of Harry’s ‘man office’. He thought it was really cool that he had a home office. It wasn’t. I plugged my laptop in and then my phone and while I waited for them to turn on, I opened up his Mac. My eyes fell upon a list he’d made that was labeled To Mummy. The idiot. I laughed at how dorky he was and how much I actually truly adored it. It was a bunch of cities and the name and address of what seemed to be hotels. My eyes scanned down, stopping at Cardiff. The St. David’s Hotel and Spa. My mind was lazily thinking and currently coming up with what I thought was a very, very good plan. I minimized the screen and opened up safari, quickly navigating to the Jet Blue homepage. After a few short steps and one Confirm this flight to Cardiff Airport later, there really wasn’t any turning back. I was going to Cardiff and I was going to surprise the fuck out of my best friend.