Meant For You

She Means Everything

Chapter 21: She Means Everything

I month later…

--- Harry POV ---

This Tour is just so amazing.

I wouldn’t give it up for the world.

I just can’t get over the thrill of running on stage every couple of nights and singing my heart out.

Though, there is one downfall.

I haven’t seen Hope since I left the UK. But today, today I see her.

Today we fly to America.

I’m literally bouncing around in my seat as I wait at the airport for Hope’s flight to land in Portugal. She’ll be out of those gates in about 15 minutes and it’s killing me to wait. I get up for the fiftieth time to pace the small amount of space that the seating arrangements allow. I run my hands through my hair again and again. I swear soon enough, I’m going to go bald.

“Harry. Sit down, you’re making me nervous.” Liam cautions and I sigh, sitting down again in the chair. My knee doesn’t stop bouncing.

“Harry.” Zayn groans, reaching across his seat to hold my knee in place.

“I’m sorry!” I moan, letting my head loll back onto the back of the chair. “I just haven’t seen her in a month. What if she doesn’t love me anymore?” I whimper. I’m being stupid, I know, but I can’t help it.

“Harry, you guys talk basically every day. I don’t think she’ll be able to forget you that easy.” Niall points out and I groan.

“Talking isn’t enough.” I grunt. I should probably mention now that all the boys are here with me. They love Hope too and didn’t want to miss picking her up. The only person who has remained studiously silent is Louis. And that makes for a very disturbing change.

“You guys did it. Didn’t you?” He suddenly breaks the silence and my eyes shoot to his.

“What?” I choke out. My own saliva trying to kill me.

“You guys had sex.” He repeats slowly and my face grows bright red.

“What… why would you think that?” I ask and I have to wince at my stutter. Smooth Harry, real smooth. Lou raises an eyebrow at me.

“Well, for one, you’re denying it.” He smirks at me. “Second, I’ve been watching you all month. You have become incredibly… clingy? towards Hope. Although, I doubt clingy is the right word… perhaps insanely jealous. Anytime, in any of your phone calls, the second she mentions a guys’ name, your face freezes up. It’s so easy to tell. Not to mention you guys were even more… attached when you turned up to the airport before we flew out to Europe.” He finishes and I stare and blink at him.

“Holy shit! You guys had sex!” Niall whisper yells and I turn to growl at him.

“Point proven Harry. You’re awfully touchy on the subject too bud. I remember whenever we’d talk about anything mildly sexual you’d close off or go red – which never happens - or have this annoying smirk on your face.” Liam points out and I groan.

“I hate how you guys know me so well.” I hiss at them.

“You love it really.” Zayn retorts and I can’t help but laugh.

Then my laughter is cut off. I’m staring, lost in my own world. I don’t notice the other people exiting the plane, I only notice her.

Hope.