Our Journey (Still debating on this title...)

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Monday- April 18, 2011 –London

I stand outside waiting for the cab in the new clothes I bought with Harry. The jean skinnies and grey sweater that go with my black converse definitely do their job, I’m not freezing to death like I had been the past couple of days. Oh how I wish I was back in Tennessee. About this time at home it feels perfect. Hot but with a cool breeze.

Just as I’m about to take out my phone and call the cab company to complain because I’ve been waiting for over thirty minutes, a familiar car pulls up. Harry.

He rolls the window down, drops his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and smirks at me. “Need a lift?”

I don’t know what to say really. I just stand there staring at him, trying to figure out why he decided to come pick me up after he didn’t show at the club last night. Without saying a word I walk around to the other side of the car and climb in. I hold my purse and Niall’s hoodie close to my chest and look out the window hoping not to make eye contact.

“If Louis said something to you he doesn’t mean it. Honest.”

I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Oh? It wasn’t Louis huh? Did Zayn not talk to you? Yeah he does that. I think he’s going for that whole ‘I’m not going to talk so I’m mysterious’ type.”

“Why weren’t you there last night?”

I blurt out.

He leans forward, shakes his hair, and then flips it back up and makes sure it’s in place while looking in the mirror, then shrugs. “I don’t know I just wasn’t feeling it. Is that why you're mad?”

I shrug and look out the window.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t realize you would be offended. Did you not have fun?”

“No, I did, lots of fun. I just wish you would’ve told me. I was kind of worried.”

He smirks flashing his dimples, starts the car and speeds off. After a few moments of silence he glances over and my direction and mumbles, “Worried huh?”

I slap his knee and he laughs. I try to stay mad at him but I can’t. How can you? I look over at him, still smiling, dimples exposed. He reaches down and turns on the radio to void the awkward silence. Mentally I thank him because I have no idea what to say to him. I can’t be mad that he didn’t show up. I did have fun. Plus he has a choice, I’m not his boss.

“Like I said,” I speak up. “I wasn’t mad, just worried. I figured you would have been there. For all I knew you could have been mobbed my crazy fans and left to die. I was just looking out for you.”

“Well thanks for lookin’ out.”

I think back to moments before when he mentioned Louis. “Speaking of Louis, where is he?” I ask because why not carpool? Technically all of the boys could fit in this car but I don’t say anything.

He laughs, “Zayn isn’t a morning person, and the rest of them know that so they sleep in late and all ride together, and when they are late they can just blame it on him. Well except for Liam. He’s probably there already.” After a short pause I ask, “Do you think we’ll be doing much today?”

He shakes his head no. “I think they're just pulling us in to let us know what we’ll be doing these next couple of days.”

I nod my head and sit back and watch the people outside the rest of the ride. I hadn’t really written a full successful song in a while. I'm hoping I deliver and not make a fool of myself. I can’t let them down, and I can’t let Simon down either.