They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

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Harry's P.O.V

I've been sitting on my couch for the past hour just watching boring TV shows. I wish management would let me go back to America to be with the boys and Hazel but no, they make me stay home. I let out a long sigh and laid my body on the couch. My phone ran on the coffee table so I picked it up and lazily answered. "Hello?"

"Um, hi Harry."

"Hey Hazel, What do you need babe?"

"Okay this is going to be really sudden but, I'm coming to London." I quickly sat up and nearly chocked on my spit. "You're what?"

"My parents came over to my house tonight, my mom told me this crazy story of her past. It's too long to tell but she doesn't want us to be together either so I want to prove her wrong by coming to London."

"What is that going to prove?"

"I have no idea but I'm still coming."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the airport." I hung up and stuffed my phone into my back pocket. I slipped on my black hoodie and placed my sunglasses on my face for nobody to recognize me. I really don't need paparazzi mobbing me tonight.

At the airport, all I saw was businessmen and businesswomen giving me dirty looks for no reason. Just standing around made me have the urge to pee so I quickly ran to the men's restroom. As I passed the mirror, I noticed why the businesspeople were giving me disgusted looks. I looked like a mess! My curls were everywhere, my eyes were red and puffy, and my eyes had dark circles around them. My hoodie had a stain on it and I just noticed that I was wearing nacho cheese stained sweats. I fixed myself up a bit before leaving the restroom.

"Flight 509 is now landing." That's Hazel's plane! I pushed my way thru the crowd of businesspeople and ran to the gate. I tapped my foot against the floor, anxiously waiting for her to come out. After a while, the lady opened the gate and people began to walk out.

Not Hazel,

Not Hazel,

Not Hazel,

Not Hazel,

Oh God, definitely not Hazel. Where is this girl? If she lied about coming to London, I am going to be-"Harry!" I heard a girl shout. Oh no, please no fans now. "I'm sorry but I'm waiting for someone." I said, not even bothering to turn around. "Oh, you don't even know your own girlfriends voice?"

"What are you-" I turned around and almost let out a girly squeal. It was Hazel! I picked her up and spun her around. I put her back down on her feet, placed my hands on either side of her cheeks and gave her a delicate kiss. "Wow," She smiled. "You sure know how to say hello, even if we only didn't see each other for a day." I chuckled and held her soft hand.

"Alright, let's go home now." As we walked out of the airport, Hazel seemed quiet. She finally spoke when we got into his car. "Why did you leave without telling me?" She asked.

"I left because I knew you wouldn't of let me go."

"That's true but it's still wrong."

"I know, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," Hazel yawned. "I just really want to sleep."

Hazel's P.O.V

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We arrived at Harry's apartment or 'flat', as the British say, in about twenty minutes. I got my luggages from the trunk and went inside the apartment building. "What are you doing?" Harry asked. I stopped walking and looked at him confusingly "What do you mean?"

"I carry your luggage."

"Harry, you don-" He placed his finger over my lips and shushed me. He took my luggage from my hand, smiled and walked to the elevator. I playfully rolled my eyes and followed him to his apartment.

"Ready to see my flat?" Harry asked, grinning like an idiot. I laughed and nodded my head. He opened the door, I stepped in and couldn't believe how amazing it looked. It was the perfect apartment to live in! It had a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a balcony with an amazing view of London! "I love your apartment." I looked around the room with a smile on my face. "Thank you," Harry spoke proudly. "I worked hard on this." I walked into the master bedroom and swooned over the huge bed with thousands of soft looking pillows on it

"Oh my god, can I sleep on that?" I asked Harry.

"Of course you can." I grinned and unzipped my luggage to grab my pajamas and change but remembered that Harry was in the room. "I'm gonna go change in the bathroom." Harry looked a bit disappointed but I ignored it and walked into the bathroom. After I changed into sweats and and a tank top, I left the bathroom and found Harry laying on his bed. I smiled and jumped in bed with him.

"Goodnight Hazel." Harry turned off his bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Harry."

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Short chappie! Sorry bout that :(