Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Three.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

Thank god we’re finally off that bloody plane! Aimee and I were walking with the boys towards the luggage pick up place. Liam was at the very front of the group with Niall. Aimee and Louis were behind them, then Zayn, Harry and me.

"Hey Zayn, can I talk to Meghan alone for a minute?" Harry asked.

"Yeah sure." Zayn replied, with a nod.

"Thanks, I’ll catch you up in a bit." Zayn walked up to Aimee and Louis while Harry held me back so that no one else could hear.

"Are you ok?" He looked into my eyes, his left hand placed on my upper arm, just above my elbow.

"Yeah, why?" I forced a smile on my face.

"It’s just... I kept hearing you and Liam shout at each other on the flight?"

"Well, it’s just that I really like Liam. I have since you and the boys were at judges’ houses on X Factor and I’ve gone from him not knowing I existed to sitting beside him on a plane for eight hours. Normally that would be any girl’s dream but something just kept getting in the way between us. I don’t know if it was the fact he has a girlfriend or not but he kept acting strange and I just don’t know what to do, Harry." I felt tears welling up in my eyes when I finished and sighed. I just hope Harry understands me. He pulled me into a hug and whispered to me.

"Don’t cry over him, please. He really likes you too, he just can’t tell you because he doesn’t know that you feel the same way. I’m the same with Aimee, I like her, but she doesn’t like me and I don’t know what to do either." He replied. I pulled away from Harry and looked into his eyes, which were filled with sadness.

"She does like you! She’s liked you since the start as well! She was shitting herself when you walked into the airport back in London." I wiped away my tears and laughed. I watched as his smile crept onto his lips.

"So, you know Liam likes you back and I know that Aimee likes me back but they don’t know that we know. We need a plan..." He smiled, cheekily.

"What plan, it won’t work. You’re staying at the other side of California to us." I sighed.

We had reached the luggage place and found the guys and Aimee. I noticed a guy working there flirting with Aimee. I looked over to Harry who had noticed to. He had clenched his fists and had an angry, jealous look in his eyes.

"We seriously need a plan, even if we are in separate hotels." He growled.

"Here, put your number in." I handed him my phone and kept my hand out for his. We swapped numbers and caught up with the group. Aimee had collected my suitcase and was waiting for hers.

"Thanks for the help!" She said, breathless after dragging my case off the carousel.

"I needed to pee and Harry offered to come with!" She glared at me then rolled her eyes. "Not in a dirty way!" I looked over at Harry who just winked at me. I felt myself blush so decided to avoid everyone. I took my suitcase over away from the crowds, tipped it on its side, sat down on it and waited for Aimee.

Zayn’s P.O.V.

Harry was definitely up to something. We were standing waiting for the luggage when Louis phone rang. "Hello? ... Really? What happened? ... Yeah that’s ok. Is the car still picking us up? ... Great, thanks Simon. Bye." Then he hung up and looked at me. "Our hotel rooms have been cancelled."

"What? You’re joking right?" I said, confused and worried.

"No, the hotel reception double booked them by mistake so someone else has them. Simon’s gonna kill them. Ha ha. He’s got us another hotel though, and guess what?"