Begin Again [A Haylor Fanfic]

Chapter 3

My flight had been terrible. Listening to children cry was not how I wanted to spend my flight. And don’t even get me started on the snoring man sitting next to me. When we finally arrived in the UK after a whole day of flying and stopovers, I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was get back to my hotel and get some sort of rest before I had to deal with the whole Harry situation. I knew I had to figure out what was going through my head, but at the moment all I could think about was eating fatty food, snuggled up in my hotel room before getting a good night’s sleep.

I was collecting my luggage when I checked the time on my phone. 2am. The airport was basically empty. I turned around to walk towards the exit, before hearing someone call my name in a very familiar voice. Was that…

“Harry?” I guess I was going to have to deal with this situation now. He was wearing sunglasses and a beanie, I assumed he was trying to keep a low profile, but I recognized him from meters away. I hurried towards him, not giving a second thought as he took my hand and led me to a waiting car.

It was kind of awkward to say the least, as we sat next to each other in the backseat of a car. We knew nothing about each other, yet here I was, flying to a whole other country to meet with him. I don’t even know what was going through my head the moment I said ‘yes’ to this, hence why I needed a good night’s rest to figure out what was going on in my head.

Harry finally took off his sunglasses and beanie, looking over to me. “How was your flight?” I was glad he finally broke the silence, but it was still awkward.

“Fine… well, it was actually quite awful, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear about that.” I let out a sigh, looking over to see Harry looking quite interested.

He smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “No of course I’d like to hear about it, go ahead.” I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and try my best to somehow make, whatever this was, work. So I told him about my flight. In a lot of detail. He didn’t seem to mind; he just looked at me intently the whole time, nodding and chuckling occasionally. I didn’t realize I had been talking so much until we got to my hotel. I had let my guard down the whole car ride, and I was proud of myself. Maybe this would be easy; maybe we could be friends. I still wasn’t too sure about his dating ways, but I needed to try. He flew me to the UK; I think he deserved some kind of credit for that.

I stepped out of the car, Harry following as he helped me with my luggage to the front door of the fancy hotel.

“I can take it from here. You really didn’t have to do this, you know.” I gestured to the five star accommodation. “Something smaller would have done fine.”

Harry chuckled, rummaging through his pocket before pulling out a set of keys. “It’s actually our penthouse we own. The boys and I use it when we need to just chill out and get away from everything.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Thank you.” I took the keys as he handed them to me.

He mustn’t have listened to me when I said I was fine with my luggage, because he didn’t hesitate to pick up my suitcase, carrying it through the hotel and corridors until we got to the top level. He showed me to the room I would be staying in; ironically it was his room in the penthouse. It was an awkward goodbye; he dropped the luggage off in the hallway of the penthouse and I waved and thanked him as he smiled that charming smile. I’m sure it was the same smile that got him all the girls. Once he was gone, I took out my song writing book from my handbag and flopped down on the couch, scribbling down certain lines and melodies in the book that I had had in my head all day. A certain one, though, seemed to stick in my head after Harry had picked me up from the airport.

‘All I know since yesterday, is everything has changed.’