First stop for the boys where Los Angles; I’ve notice how the time difference is really dramatic. Right now if we were back in England it would only be four in the evening, but in LA it’s eight in the morning. Harry told me on the plan that I get to sleep because it’ll be a long ride, and that’s all I did on the plane ride. Or I tried to at least the thought of being with Harry again makes me feel pleased inside, I’ve waited two months just to be with him and just to see his face and hold his hand and be in his arms again. Sometimes I played the last day we had together over in my head because it was the day I was so true with Harry. We didn’t have anything to hide and we didn’t hold anything back. I was just hoping we get to do it again.
Then the video of Harry came into my mind, it just kept replaying in my head. I wanted to believe it was all a joke; I wanted to believe it was all a lie because Nes was there, and she was the one recording it. She was in their dressing room hiding recording their conversation; but that probably wasn’t the only conversation they had about me. I looked over at Harry sleeping, his head was against the window but our arms were linked together at the elbow. I wanted to take out my phone and look at the video, but I didn't have my headphones. Goddamnit, out of all things to leave, my headphones had to be the one to leave. I looked at Harry again, he looked so peaceful sleeping, so vulnerable and adorable. His rosy lips slightly parted his nose was a bit red and his cheeks were flushed. I thought he looked absolutely adorable and I just wanted to capture how'd he look. I took out my phone and tried to do all the ninja moves I could do so I didn't wake him up, I took a picture of Harry before putting my phone away and moving the arm rest and wrapping Harry's arm around my shoulders, I felt him pull me closer to him and he pressed his mouth on my forehead and I smiled.
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach erupting and I wiggled under Harry's touched and laid my head on his chest. It felt right, like going home from a long day and you jump into your bed and you just feel right, you snuggle under your blanket and feel goose bumps growing on your skin and you have this warm feeling inside and everything just feels right. As weird as it sounds that's how it feels to be in Harry's arms, almost like it's home. It's been a while since I've been in his arms and coming back it feels so warm and comfortable.
I slowly ended up going to sleep for ten to eleven hours. But it was the best sleep I've gotten in years but waking up I was still tired, Harry told me it was jetlag, but I was a bit confused on the whole concept of jetlag, but I just accepted the thought. We got off the plane, getting out luggage and everything and we began walking to the cab. There weren't paparazzi but there was fans just taking pictures of us, but I didn't really mind, they were really sweet and some were really pretty, which kind of brought my self-esteem level down a bit. It was weird having all these random girls taking pictures of the both of us, but I just smiled and spoke when needed to. Or was I the only one who had to learn like that?
We got into the cab and sat down; I laid my head on Harry's shoulder as he pressed his lips onto my forehead and left them there. I closed my eyes enjoying the warmth that ran through my body, "what are we doing today?" I asked, it was still early in the morning, and we had the next two days to just catch up.
Harry shrugged, "let's just get breakfast and catch up." Harry smiled against my forehead. I smiled along even though he couldn't see it, "I really missed you, Bells." Harry said in a whisper, so low like he didn't even want me to hear it.
But I did hear it, and the video kept popping up into my head and I felt uncomfortable, but I tried not to bring it up. I just wanted to show it to him, and ask him what it was about. It sounds like a good idea; we could be honest with each other. But then the thought of him actually saying it's true came to mind; what if he did say he meant it? Am I supposed to just say, "Hey, erm, so yeah I'm supposed to break my heart and you just wanted to have sex with me. It seems pretty obvious that we're not serious about this. But thanks for the good times and everything." It sounds easy, but it's not; sad to say he's become an addiction and he's actually my boyfriend because every day he's all I could think about. When we were apart he's all I thought about, getting to be with him, hug him, and all of that. So when he's gone I'm going to have to deal with that I can't hold him, I can't kiss him, we won't have those little playing childhood games. I won't be able to make him smile so big that his eyes almost close and he gets crinkles by his eyes. I won't be able to steal his clothes and get to smell them and having chills run all over my body because they remind me of him. That's another reason I didn't want to get into this in the first place; in the end I'm going to lose someone I never thought would mean so much to me.
