Tour Time!

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Beth's POV

YAY! Finally it's time for the tour! It's only 5:30 in the morning but I'm EXHAUSTED! And I'm NOT a morning person. I mentally tick off my list of items to take with me.

Phone. Check.

Charger. Check.

Headphones. Check.

Toiletries. Check (A/N Toiletries is a funny word :P)

Clothes. Check.

Flip Flops. Check.

Wallet. Check.

My grey hoodie. Check.

Tennis Shoes. Check.

Grey, blue, and red toms. Check.

Socks. Check.

Ray-Bans. Check.

Ballet Flats. Check.

Lipglosses. Check.

Hair bows. Check.

Lucky Bracelet. Check.

I think that's all I need. It's a bit much but I mean, I'm going to be gone most of the summer. I drag my bags to the living room and set them by the door. I sent Harry directions to my house, so hopefully he gets here soon.

*Knock Knock*

I open the door to see Harry standing there. I give him a hug and take in the scent of his cologne.

"Morning babe. All ready to go?" he asks.

"Yeah. One moment. You can come in if you'd like." I reply.

"Ok. Thanks. So where's your room?" he asks. Crap. No way.

"Ha ha ha. No."

"What?"

"I said no."

"Why?"

"Because. I just said so."

"Ok. Fine."

"MOM! HARRY'S HERE TO PICK ME UP!!" I scream. My mom walks in.

"Ah. You're the mysterious Harry I've been hearing about forever." My mom says. I blush.

"MOM!"

"Just being honest, dear." She laughs.

"You must be Beth's mom. Lovely to meet you." Harry replies.

"Just call me mom." she says.

"That will do," he says. "Beth, hurry up, we have to leave soon."

"Ok." I say. I turn to my mom.

"Bye mom. I love you." I say giving her a hug.

"Bye Darling. Love you too. Text me later ok?" she asks.

"Of course mom."

"Ok. You'd better be going now."

Harry takes my bags and puts them in his back seat. I hop up front. He gets in and drives away from my house. I turn and see my mom waving. I wave back until I can't see her any longer. I turn back and start talking to Harry.

"So, where are we going?" I ask.

"I think Dallas, after the airport." he replies.

"I'm not sitting by Louis." I state.

"Of course not babe. You'll be sitting with me right?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Got you some coffee. Want it?"

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