Between moving to a new country and trying to find herself, Joan's life was twisted around.
In the darkness of a london pub she was met by a pair of blue eyes which pulled her into the world of social media fame and friendships she never could've im...
It was hot. I couldn't lie, the sweat was starting to drip down my skin the second we've left the airport. My inner clock was fucked and my body was telling me that it was nearly time to eat dinner and go to bed. "What time is it?" I looked at Harry who had just put on his backpack before handing me my luggage. "Uh, about to turn 6." I couldn't help but groan. Even though I've been asleep for most of the flight, I couldn't help but feel tired. "Let's just, well, let's just get to the hotel and see." Harry said whilst yawning. I agreed, barely able to keep my eyes open. "I swear to god, I'm dead."
We made our way outside, both not saying a word. Not because it was awkward or we didn't know what to talk about, but both of us were exhausted from the flight. "How is it this hot already?" Was the first thing I could say as we gave our bags to the taxi driver. "Better than the weather in London, innit?" Harry chuckled as I agreed by nodding. "At least I can get a tan." We smiled at each other as Harry opened the car door for me and I got inside.
murder squad
chip: you landed already??
chris: judging by bogs story; yes
chip: i want to hear that from her
chip: he might have kidnapped her
chris: what the fuck mate.
go to bed I want to too fucking time zones
chip: how is it!?
idfk just got to the hotel sun's about to rise and I'm about to go down
chris: on harry?!
what oh ffs
chip: heheheheh
yes on harry
chris: disgusting
you'd be glad if anyone wouls go down on you but you're single no one's giving you a blowie
chris: at least i'm no slut
chip: YOOOOO
YOOO
chip: he did not just go there
oh no he didn't
chris: oh yes i did
i'm going to bed now tired of you already and i'm 13 hours in the future you're annoying me 13 HOURS IN THE FUTURE
chip: typical chris
hate him
chip: me too
chris: what
Expecting to be woken up by Harry, I was pretty surprised to open my eyes and only see darkness. Heavey breathing next to me made me realise that Harry and I had both fallen asleep. Without waking him up, I got out off the bed and walked up to the curtains, opening them a little to peak outside. It was still bright. I spun around to see Harry still fast asleep. To get over this jetlag, both of us had to sleep tonight and get up tomorrow morning, meaning that whatever time it was right now, was going to be spent with eating, taking a quick shower and nothing else. I took my phone, looking at the time.
"And?" Harry's raspy voice made me jump a little. "Four in the afternoon." He groaned, making me laugh. "Let's grab something to eat and go to bed again. We won't survive the next week's if we don't." Harry nodded, knowing I was right. I looked at him and realised that both of us fell asleep in our airport clothes.
"Can I take a shower first?" I couldn't help but stare at the man in front of me. He was leaning against the headboard, his hair messy. "What?" The british accent was stronger than usual. "You're so hot." I blurred out. "What?" I could see the confusion in his face. "You're hot." Finally, the confusion was replaced by a grin. "Shower?" I didn't think any more and took off my shirt, walking into the bathroom. I quickly turned on the shower, leaning my head through the door frame, hiding my naked body. "You coming?" Harry spun his head around, seeing me grin at him. "Definitely." With a swift move, he took off his shirt before crawling over the bed just to jump off it and stumble into the bathroom.
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joandumaire: putting up a good fight against the jetlag.
~ comments ~
user: I KNOW THE STREET SHE'S ON
user: are they in new Zealand!???
behzingagram: already getting drinks. my g's - > joandumaire: that's someone's that you know.
calfreezy: take her golfing mate! - > joandumaire: no. - > wroetoshaw: planning on.
user: my fave couple back..
user: notice how he's already taking her on trips?
user: this relationship is so toxic
faithlouisak: you better get me something from down under
We got back to the hotel at around 8 at night. Harry has gone to bed as soon as we arrived, saying that's the only way to fight the jetlag. I on the other hand, wasn't able to fall asleep. I tried everything in the books. From drinking a tea to counting sheeps.
Harr was laying next to me, snoring, whilst I had put in my airpods, listening to some podcast. It was pretty boring so I thought it would help me fall asleep. But it didn't. It was already about to turn 1 and I was scrolling through some comments on my post. Most of them were nice, but of course the hate was sticking out. I was able to ignore most of them, but at the same time it was hurtful to see their reactions to me and Harry being back together.
In the end, I knew what I was getting myself into. All the girls knew. They're fans were mostly young kids, not understanding what a relationship is or how it works. There are fights, people break up and even get back together after being with someone else. If Harry would've done it, no one would have a problem with it. But it was me. I got with another man after our break up.
The thoughts in my head weren't nice. They weren't painful to say the least. But in the end, they were the reason I eventually fell asleep. A dreamless, rough sleep. I could've staid up and would've been fitter the next day. But I fell asleep with my mind filled with hateful comments.
