| When We Were in Love | |H.S|

| 40 | The Next Best American Record |

'And we were so obsessed with writing the next best American record.

That we gave all we had till the time we got to bed cause we knew we could.

We were so obsessed with writing the next best American record.

Cause we were just that good.

It was just that good.

Whatever's on tonight, I just wanna party with you.'

-The Next Best American Record. Lana Del Rey. 2019.

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• Just a heads up. This is a ••long•• chapter. Enjoy. •

| Lily |

I felt a breath against my lips and a soft kiss and my eyes slowly flickered open to see Harry smiling.

"Good morning beautiful," he said softly.

"Hi.." I said quietly. I then stretched and yawned a bit. I looked around and noticed some people standing up and grabbing their bags from above the seats.

"Are we already here?" I asked while looking around. Harry chuckled a bit and shook his head.

"Sweetie, it's only an hour flight," he told me.

"Oh.. I see..." I said quite shocked that the flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles was this short.
Harry laughed and shook his head. He placed a kiss on the side of my temple then stood up.

"Come on.. I have so much to show you," he said with his hand reached out for mine.

I couldn't help but smile back and take his hand. He helped me up and we were grabbing our backpacks from the top and soon exiting the plane. We thanked the flight attendants that helped us and we were now off to find our baggage.

As we waiting, hand in hand, while my head rested on his shoulder, Harry suddenly spoke up.

"So.. you're going to London?" He said. I looked up at him quite confused. Suddenly, The long hair he had suddenly was short, he seemed a tad bit taller, he was more muscular, and his voice was deeper.

"What?" I asked, not really able to comprehend what just happened.

"No, it's not a big deal. I'm just curious.. why are you going to London with.. well.. him?" He questioned.

I couldn't really believe what he was saying. What did he mean?

"What are you talking about? We're in Los Angeles.. I'm with you," I said turning to him now placing my hands on his chest. He placed his hands on top of mine, still holding the eye contact.

"Yeah.. but you're leaving with him.. I just want to know.. why you couldn't do this with me..?" He asked rubbing my hands with his thumb.

"Harry, what are you talking about? Who's him?" I asked.

"Don't act like this," he said.

"I'm serious."

Harry then looked at me with a soft, gentle, even hurt, expression. He then pulled my hands up to his mouth and placed a kiss on the top of my hands.

"Why couldn't you give us another shot?" he asked.

"Harry, I have no idea what you're talking about," I said still struggling to figure out what was happening.