Chapter 31

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Woo 16,300 read you all are great!

QOTD: do you all want smut in this book lol.

AND I JUST REALIZED THAT THE BOYS DONT GO TO SOUTH AMERICA SO IM CHANGING TO SOUTH AFRICA IM SORRY

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Alexis' POV

Niall has all of our bags packed. I can't believe that I'm leaving for South Africa in an hour. Their first two shows there are in Johannesburg. This should be interesting.

Over the last few days Niall has taken Lottie and I shopping multiple times to get us enough clothes to last us through the dates in South Africa.

My thoughts are interrupted by Niall walking in the front door holding a very pretty bag.

"I got you something love," He smirks and I start to get excited.

He hands me the bag and I open it quickly.

I pull out an absolutely stunning lace dress. The tag says Versace. I look up at Niall, confused. "What is Versace?"

He just laughs, "Look at the price tag." By this point he's grinning like mad.

I look down at the tag, "5,000 dollars? Niall I can't take this! It really is beautiful but I can't just let you spend that on me," I say honestly.

"Let's just say it's more for me than it is for you," He winks, "Does that make you feel better?"

I blush immediately.

"And, we have these big, fancy parties in some of the towns we visit during the tour. So if you show up wearing that, no one will even question how you got in. They'll just think that you're filthy rich," He continues.

I smile at him and pull him into a hug, "Thank you so much Niall."

We start taking our bags out to Niall's Range Rover.

What will Harry think when he sees me in that dress? The thing is.. I hope it makes him mad. Maybe he'll get it into his head that he really messed things up. I don't even trust him with Lottie.

We drive to the airport and Niall says, "We have a private jet."

"For you and the boys?"

"No love! Don't be silly! We all travel separately! We have this jet to ourselves. Just you, me, and Lots." He says proudly.

"Wow.." I trail off.

"What's wrong?" He asks, concerned.

"Oh nothing it's just.. I'm not used to all of these luxuries. I mean, I had to take the bus everywhere. And people would always give me dirty looks when they saw that I was pregnant but not married. This is all just so much," I ramble.

"You'll get used to it babe."

We board the jet and sit down on two large couches. COUCHES. In a plane. Along with multiple large TVs and video games.

Lottie cries the whole time the plane is taking off.

"I am so relieved that no one else is on this plane. I would've been mortified if she did this in public," I say, very embarrassed by my daughter's actions.

"It's fine Alex! She'll calm down in a bit. And maybe then we can watch a movie or something."

Lottie finally does calm down. And Niall and I can't decide what movie to watch.

"What about The Fault in Our Stars?"

"Never seen it," Niall nervously laughs.

"You've never seen The Fault in Our Stars?!"

He just shrugs.

"That's it, we're watching it," I laugh while putting the DVD into the DVD player.

Niall laughs when the man shares his testimony about how he survived testicular cancer.

At the end of the movie, I look over at Niall.

Is he.. Crying?

I walk over to Niall.

"Aww Niall it's okay don't cry," I coo softly.

I put Lottie to bed a few hours ago so we had some alone time.

"I'm not crying," He sniffles.

"Yes you are. Just let I out I understand."

"Why did he have to die? Augustus was a lot like me! And then what happens? He gets cancer of all things! Thanks a lot John Green," He says bitterly.

"I think I'm gonna call you Gus," I comment, looking into his deep blue eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I think this is the start of our own little infinity."

"Alright, Hazel Grace."

His smile lights up the room.

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Authors Note

WOW CHEESY

But you know what that means... Drama is on the way. ;)

I thought you all would like to know some stuff about me so, here it goes!

My name is K Scott.

I live in the (not so) exciting state called Tennessee. But I do not have one of those super thick country accents thank God.

I'm 16 years old (so some of you all guessed correctly!!)

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Love you, Syndromers! -K xx

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