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New York

Havana.
"New York is breathtaking." I looked around in amazement. "She's beautiful." I smiled.
I guess you can say that it's clear that I'm a tourist. It's just that New York looks so beautiful. Of course I've seen pictures it's just crazy that I get to see it in person.
"So many buildings, lights, people." I squealed.
"Okay tourist, let's get to the hotel." Zayn chuckled.
"It's just that I've never been to New York before."
"Me either." Zayn replied.
"I've been here many times. I was acting just like Havana when I first came here when I was a little."Chris added.
"So you'll be our map?" I asked.
"I guess, yeah." He adjusted his book bag on his back.
I was the only one with a suitcase. I just didn't know what to bring. I brought almost everything in my room. Chris hailed a taxi and got in.
"Where to?"
"The Plaza Hotel, please." Chris answered.
It was quiet the whole ride. I just looked out the window the whole ride.
"First thing we're doing is going to sleep, then exploring tomorrow." Chris huffed. 

"Agreed." Zayn said.

"You guys are no fun." I chirped. 

"You're telling me that you aren't experiencing jet lag?" Chris asked.

"What's that?" I asked.

"She'll probably feel it in the morning." Zayn said. 

I dropped the subject and looked at the illuminated city. My mom always wanted to take me to New York. She was always in and out of New York. A tear dropped and I smiled and tried to think happy thoughts. No need to make this bright memory dimm. The car stopped and I looked away from the window. 

"$23.67." The driver said. 

Chris pulled out his wallet and handed the driver a 20 and a 10.

"Keep the change." Chris said, then opened the door and we stepped out to get our bags from the trunk.

"Sleep here I come." Zayn mumbled, making me pout slightly.

Chris.

I could tell that Havana was up for an adventure. But I'm tired honestly. Plus I wanted to save the adventure for tomorrow. I'm surprised that Havana would want to go anywhere, especially since her mom just died. I would want to be by myself and not want to be around anyone at all. Havana never fails to surprise me. It's a new thing everyday. It's kind of funny how this whole plan came to be. We literally sat in the parking lot for a whole hour deciding on where we want to go. Havana finally decided on New York, I found a hotel and Zayn booked the room and we all paid for our own plane tickets. Havana and I sat while Zayn got our keys to our room. Havana stayed quiet and bussied herself with an animated game on her phone. Havana could just be walking down the street and she's just so captivating. She's truly beautiful at all angles. 

She can have one strand of hair and she'll still take my breathe away. She's a rose upon lilly flowers.  I swear when I look at her she has stars in her eyes with diamonds on the horizon. She's a sneak peek of heaven, so holy, so pure. Never have I ever seen a girl as clean and righteous as her. She never has to change for me or anyone. All she needs to do is be as she is. That's why I'm not right for her. I'm only right for her as a friend. Zayn is more of a better fit for her. All I did was tear her down and Zayn built her back up. I'm trying to build her back up too but it's like my pieces don't quite fit that well.

"Are you staring?" Havana spoke, causing me to look away from her.

"No. Why?"

"Yes you were." Havana retorted, her focus still on her game.

"Was not." 

"Was too."

"Whatever floats your boat." I puffed, as Zayn walked over with the keys.