Still The One

Chapter 5: Sneaking Away

Harry: I waited at the airport terminal. I watched as happy people went through the gates. Finally I saw her, carrying her Gucci bag and pulling her buggy sunglasses off her nose. She was beautiful, her long hair following down on her shoulders, her blue eyes lined with deep colored eye liner. She was small, but still had a tall figure about her. She held her chin high in the air as though she were afraid of nothing. Then she say me.

Anna smiled, running toward me, "Harry!" She wrapped her arms around me, and I wrapped my arms around her.

"I missed you," I whispered.

"No one misses anyone more than I missed you," she said, kissing me. I kissed her back.

"So what did you do without me?" she asked, her usual question she asked.

"Oh you know. Work," I said. She nodded.

"Well, we're going to go some serious play when we get home," she said. I smiled. "But first we have to get my bags," she said. I nodded, less excited about that. She ran forward, her expensive high heels clopping as she did.

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Later that day I went to Zayn and Jess's so we could get in going to Oxford for a show. Jess was Zayn's wife. Louis kissed Sarah before he left, then kissed the little boy in her arms, Leo. I smiled, walking into the house.

"Hey," Liam said.

"Hey," I said.

"Harry!" Niki, Jess and Zayn's two year old daughter, screamed. She ran up to me, hugging my knees.

"Hey you," I said.

"Niki, come here. We need to get your coat on," Jess said. Since Jess was also the sixth member of our band, Niki came with us on tours and to shows. Niki ran toward her mom, who slid her pink sparkly coat on her. Zayn came down the stairs, russling Niki's hair before sliding on his own coat.

"We ready?" he asked.

"Niall's not here yet," Louis said, coming in the house.

"Where the heck is he?" Zayn asked, pulling out his phone. He dialed the number, just as Niall walked in, his girlfriend Maggie's arms around his waist. She kept kissing his cheek. Now I was starting to feel silly for not bringing my own girlfriend.

"Sorry I'm late fellas," he said. Maggie giggled.

"That's where he's been," Zayn whispered. Jess made a face like she was trying everything she could do not to laugh.

"Maggie," I said, "We didn't know you were coming?"

"I flew in last night," Maggie said. She kissed Niall's cheek yet again.

"Well, sorry again that I'm late. I was just a little busy getting engaged," Niall said. For a second nothing happened. Then I did a double take. So did everyone else.

"You guys got engaged?" Zayn asked, smiling.

"Yep," Niall said, "Knew you guys would catch on."

"Oh my gosh! Dude that's awesome!" Liam said.

"Thanks," Niall said.

"So when did this happen?" Jess asked, excitement toning her voice.

"Just, like an hour ago," Niall said.

"Wow!" Jess said, "You work fast."

"We have to hit the road," Zayn said.

"Love you," Niall said, kissing Maggie one last time. They peeled away and Niall walked toward us. We were ready to go.

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We were riding on our way to a show. We were catching up on the recent events of our life.

"Yeah so Anna just came home," I said.

"Oh, Anna," Jess said, obviously not happy.

"Whats 'Oh Anna'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You know what I think of her. I've been saying it since the day I met her. She's a stuck up, princess-y, gold digger," Jess said. I rolled my eyes. Sure, she said it all the time. I knew better. Jess had a problem with most girls though. She believed all girls were stuck up, gold diggers, or given too much. She hated Anna because she thought she was all three. I just ignored her though, mainly because I knew Anna better. Although I had to give Jess credit. She was right about that manager. And Jess had a very hard life story that had a pretty happy ending, but it didn't erase the plot.

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After the show, we went home. It was nearly one in the morning by the time I got home. That's when my phone buzzed. I looked at it. Kat had texted me. Was she really up at this time of night? I looked at the text: Meet me at the fountain in he park in 10 minutes.

I texted back: How did you know I was home?

Kat texted back: You hardly keep a low profile now a days. I chuckled to myself. I looked around. Anna hadn't even woken up. Surely she wouldn't miss me for another fifteen minutes. And so I snuck out, walking at a brisk pace toward the park. London was quiet at this time of night. No one seemed to be awake at all. It was peacefull.

Kathryn: I love the night. It's so peacefull, no one to bother you. I did most of my writing at night. It helped me keep my head clear. 

Harry showed up nearly on the dot for time. "What did you need me out for?" he asked. 

"First," I said, handing him a coffee. It was one of those frou frou drinks with little to no caffine. Then I started again, "Second, I wanted to write a song." 

"Seriously?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, "It's like, one in the morning."

"Yeah," I said, as if it was obvious, "I like to write at night. When do you do your writing."

"At normal human living hours," Harry said. I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. And all we have to do is come up with lyrics. Please," I said. Harry sighed and nodded. "Yay!" I said, "I already wrote down the first line." I sang the line to him. He nodded. His heart swallowed me whole without no rhyme or reason.

"Well, I don't know. Um, maybe although one day I turned my back and committed my highest treason,"  Harry sang. I smiled, writing that down.

"Now I sit here in a cage, thinkin' 'bout my mistakes," I sang.

"Whisperin out my fears, letting myself shed a tear," Harry sang. And it went on. What was wrong with you holding, my heart? Because now I'm staring at a ruin work of art. I gave you my all, you taught me how to fall. But now its the pain. That comes down with the rain. I guess, I had this comin' the whole time. And I guess, I was the one who cause why. I'm breaking. It was sounding good. We went on for nearly an hour.

We finished at around 2:15. "Thanks for coming out," I said, smiling.

"Yeah, your right, that was nice," he said.

"I know," I said. Harry laughed. I headed back to my apartment, the song we had just written stuck in my head.