Serendipity by the Sea

Chapter Fifty-Nine

SARAH's POV

"LAX please."

I got into the cab and made sure I checked my purse one last time to make sure I had my passport and my ticket. I couldn't wait to just get onto the plane and relax; it had been a very stressful last few days in Los Angeles and I think I had every thing that I needed.

I was on my way to spend ten days with Harry and the boys on their European tour. Harry sounded so excited on the phone last night, as he told me all the things he had planned for us to do and he couldn't wait to see me. I couldn't wait to see him either and I had some rather unexpected news to tell him. Nerves rushed in, as I thought about the way I would bring it up; I was afraid of his reaction.

But, I missed him so much this past month and it took a while to get used to him not being around. I still walked into his bedroom at night and expected to see him laying in bed writing in his journal.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at the departure terminal at Los Angeles International Airport. I exited the cab and the driver pulled out my two luggage bags from the trunk. I grabbed the handles and started to make my way inside. I stood in line at the ticket counter and waited for my turn.

"Next please."

"Hi, I'm checking in."

"May I have your photo identification and your airline ticket, ma'am?"

"Of course." I handed over my passport, my license and my ticket. The woman behind the counter quickly typed the information into her computer screen and then looked up at me with a smile.

"Yes, Ms. Thayer, we've been expecting you. It seems as though other arrangements have been made for your departure from Los Angeles. Please follow Marcus and he will take you to your flight."

I rolled my eyes and knew Harry did something. I was pleasantly surprised when a tanned man approached me and picked up my luggage.

"This way."

I sighed and then, followed.

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HARRY's POV

"Lads, she lands in less than four hours. This place needs to be presentable to a female." I was rushing around the dressing room and picking up dirty clothes, shoes and books, then throwing them into a closet. The band had been performing every night for the past week and I was exhausted, but I was excited to have Sarah back in my arms and couldn't wait to see her.

"Harold, calm yourself." Louis said, as he threw a pillow me as I was running around the room.

"We'll clean up. Don't worry." Liam stood up and walked over to the craft-service table, picked up an energy drink and popped it open.

Niall was sitting on the couch and playing video games, when I finally sat down, in a huff, next to him. I pulled out my cell phone and checked the tracker on my phone, which could detect where Sarah was in the air.

"Are you going to pick her up?" Niall asked, not taking his eyes off the television.

"Yeah. I reserved the plane for her and want to be there when she lands."

"Damn. First class. Can I date you?" Niall joked.

"I just want every thing to be perfect."

"Harry, breathe. She's already in love with you; living with you; and coming on tour with you. I think you can take it easy."