The Switch

Chapter 11 | Bumps & Bruises

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BUMPS & BRUISES

LIV.

Piper and I, exhausted from the flight, stumbled off the plane and into the London Heathrow airport. 

"Okay, now Harry said he was going to have us picked up," I told Piper. "But I don't see anyone."

"Me either-- oh wait, look! Over there!" she said abruptly.

My eyes followed to where she was pointing and landed on a man holding a sign, which read: 

Ms. Thomas and Ms. Collins

The man was wearing a suit and looked like he was a fancy limo driver. Sure enough, when we approached him, he said, "You must be Ms. Thomas and Ms. Collins. I'll be your driver and will escort you."

"Yes that's us," I replied with a smile. Piper and I showed him our ID, just in case he needed proof. "Come with me," he stated, walking towards the airport exit.

As we walked out, we found ourselves standing next to a limo. Piper and I stared at each other, not sure what to do. The driver opened the door for us, and we hesitantly got inside the car.

Sitting there waiting for us was Harry Styles.

Just because I'm not a directioner didn't mean I didn't get starstruck; I was speechless as I gave him a weak wave. "Hi," I managed to say.

Piper came in next, and upon seeing Harry, started freaking out. "Oh my gosh. You're....you're Harry Styles," she stuttered. "I'm in the same car as Harry Styles. Is this a dream?"

I started laughing. "Hey, snap out of it! This is reality!" 

Harry looked me over at me with a grin and said, "You must be Olivia, right?"

I looked at him in shock. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I recognized your voice from our phone conversation." He turned to look at Piper. "And you must be her friend."

Piper just looked at him, unable to speak, as she nodded.

"Yes. This is my best friend, Piper," I explained. "If you haven't figured it out by now, she's a huge fan."

He winked at her. "Well, the pleasure is mine, Piper." She giggled and I rolled my eyes. 

There was a moment until Piper blurt out, "Are we going to meet up with the other boys?" 

"I don't suppose why not," Harry smiled.

Her face broke into a huge grin. "Seriously? Oh my gosh-- I mean, yeah, that would be cool." I stifled a laugh as Piper tried to contain her inner fan girl.

"So, you're really not a fan?" Harry asked, turning his attention back to me.

"No, I'm really not," I sighed. "The only reason I know anything about you all is because of this one." I pointed to Piper.

"Hm, that makes sense," he mused. "Why don't you like us?"

"All of your music sounds the same, every girl is in love with all of you, your hair is way too long, need I go on? I smirked.

He pretended to look hurt. "Wow, that was harsh."

"It's true," I replied simply. "The truth hurts."

"Don't listen to her, Harry. Your music is great, and your hair is perfect," Piper defended.

"Thanks, Piper, I'm glad to see that at least one of you is nice." He said pointedly at me. "And to think, I paid for your plane tickets." He shook his head in mock disappointment.