Somehow the foursome had managed to haul themselves and the kiddos onto the flight. With a lot of persuasion and bribes they were all settled.
The airport was fun to navigate however. It was pretty busy even at the end of January.
Harry sat in the corner, trying to be inconspicuous. He was on the phone to his mum.
He was finding out when she'd be flying over and all the smaller details of the trip. Anne was a huge help in organising this, as was Gemma. Sadly, his sister wouldn't be there. Harry's nephew had gotten ill and no wanted to risk it or make him travel while he was sick. Harry had promised to call in and video chat them all on the day however.
Shay had taken Haley to go and get some drinks and snacks for the plane. They'd hoped Haley would sleep the couple hours it would take to get to Italy but it wasn't looking likely. The little girl being too excited and giddy.
So far no one had really noticed.
Or so he thought.Someone nearby had started to giggle and chatter to the group she was with. By now Harry knew the tell tale signs of when fans were nearby. Not that he hated it. He loves them and owes them so much but they make it so obvious.
He chuckled to himself, as the same person shyly made their way over.
"Harry.. oh my god. Hi." They'd found the courage to speak up.
"Hi. You okay?" He smiled. Getting up from his seated position.
"Oh my god. Sorry I'm a big fan and I love you wow. Sorry you must think I'm such a loser." They babbled out. Laughing awkwardly.
"You're not a loser. Never say that." Harry spoke now. He smiled again before offering them a hug and to take a photo.
They called over someone from the group to take it.
"Thank you so much!" They exclaimed.
"No problem. Have a good day yeah?" Harry held up his thumb as the fan walked back over to the group.
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Way Of Life - H.S & N.H
FanfictionLife can be unpredictable. This was the case for Shayla & Heather. They were living a life with two of this centuries, most well loved artists. ~In this universe anything goes, so if timelines seem a little off it's because I don't want to write the...