My Brother's Best Friend •Harry Styles•

Chapter 5

"So, what are you doing today?" Louis asked me through the webcam, as we sat on Skype, one late June night. It's been almost two months since the boys have left for tour, and Harry's desperate for me to use my ticket to come and join them. They're in the U.S and I'm flying over tonight; but no one accept Haz knows that.

"Being lazy," I chuckled, Lou just rolled his eyes, "Nothing productive, probably going over to Willow and Ari's later," I lied.

"Oh, cool-"

"Aye, Louis c'mere!" I heard Niall yell, through the call, cutting Lou off,

"I'm on Skype to Maisie, Niall, what do you want?" Louis yelled back, throwing me a look, making me giggle.

"Come here and have a look!"

Louis just groaned and turned to look at me, "I'll call ya soon,"

"Bye" I smiled and hung up on him.

I shut my laptop and went on my phone, opening my twitter app.

@MazLovesHaz: Miami tomorrow :D c u soon @Harry_Styles miss u x

*

"Flight 179C, to Miami Florida, calling first class, now boarding,"

I grinned excitedly, before jumping up and making my way over to the hostess and passing her my passport and boarding pass. Once she scanned it she gave it back and allowed me to board the plane.

I walked over to my allocated seat and sat down besides a boy who was obviously a couple years younger than me, with purple, blue and black hair. Strange combo but it suited him well.

"Hi," he smiled widely at me, making me smile back, his enthusiasm being contagious. "I'm Michael,"

"Hey, I'm Maisie -"

"I know who you are," Michael winked at me, making my heard stop.

"Wha?-"

"Don't worry, I'm not a stalker. I'm on tour with you brother," He rolled his eyes at me, a permanent smile plastered across his face.

"Oh, your in 5 Seconds Of Summer?" He nodded, "What the hell are you doing here then? Wasn't there a show yesterday?"

"Yeah, I missed it, I uh, I lost my passport, so I was stuck in London for awhile. I've missed the entirety of the last two month," my eyes widened and my mouth fell agape, "Yeah I know, some of the fans weren't happy, but they're here for One Direction anyway, since it's their tour, so it doesn't really matter," he shrugged,

"How old are you?" I asked, observing his face, he doesn't look much older than fifteen.

"Sixteen," He smiled shyly, a faint blush appearing oh his cheek, "I'll be seventeen in November...How old are you?" He hesitated, probably not wanting to seem rude.

"Just turned twenty," I sighed, leaning back in my chair, "God you make me feel old," he just chuckled at me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts, we are now taking off. Please enjoy your flight and thank you for flying with British Airways,"

*

"Who's picking you up?" Michael asked once we got our luggage from the conveyer belt.

"Haz - he's out the front somewhere, you?" I asked.

"Styles," He nodded, "C'mon then,"

We exited the airport without Michael being papped or stopped by fans, but to be honest he's not that big so it's understandable, he can happily go out in public and not be swamped.