*A couple weeks later*
Arabela's POV:
I practically fell off the top bunk in the girl's room on the bus when I woke up. I stalked my way into the little room with the couch and the TV and sunk into the couch beside Harry. Since there was limited room on the bus, the guy's let us have the beds and they shared the bunks in the other room, leaving one person to sleep on the couch.
"Morning Ara." He said looking down at me kissing my forehead.
"Let's go get breakfast." He suggested.
"Ok." I replied getting up to change into yoga pants and an Adidas sweatshirt. I quickly braided my hair and I was ready to go. We were in some small town so the nearest café was within walking distance so we started walking there.
"I bet I can beat you there." I said smirking.
"Oh, really?"
"Yep, former captain of the track team." I said.
"Ok, stand behind the crack in the side walk." He said
"On your mark, get set-" but then he ran down the sidewalk with a head start.
"Hey!" I yelled after him and sprinted as fast as I could.
We sat in a booth and ordered pancakes. We were just talking and joke around and playing with the whipped cream when a group of girls surrounded us asking for pictures and autographs. I expected them to hate me but they were complimenting me and saying they loved us together, it was a little weird, and annoying. We never get to spend time together, there's always a show or an interview and this is the only time we had.
When they left he looked at me with a sad look on his face.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's ok, really Harry." I said looking down at my pancake.
"Well, by the look on your face I know it's not ok." He said sighing.
"It's fine. I don't care at all because I'm with you and that's all that matters, so shut up and eat your pancakes Curly." I said. He smiled.
Farah's POV:
Zayn and I had been talking almost daily. We called and texted constantly but I felt like it wasn't enough. Stella was my amazing roommate. I was so lucky to have her. She's got pretty maroon hair and she's obsessed with soccer like me, she's a perfect friend. She sort of reminds me of Niall, well not really sort of, like a lot. I slumped into our room straight from soccer practice and crashed on the couch. I was about to fall asleep when my phone jolted me awake. I moaned and reached for it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey beautiful." Zayn's voice said through the phone.
I smiled.
"Hey."
"What are you up too?"
"I just got back from soccer, I am exhausted!" I groaned
"What about you?"
"Oh, just got back from a pretty boring interview."
"Sounds fun. Arabela told me that you guys met some girls..." I started.
"Yeah, we met a couple of girls that are in the band, Rosie, Kianna, and Alia."
"Oh, from the way you say it, I can tell you've got a crush on Alia." I mused. I could almost see him smile.
"No, she's great and all but I can tell we're just going to be good friends." He replied smoothly.
"Alright, well I've got to rest up for the game tomorrow."
"I've got rehearsal..."
"I'll text you, okay?"
"Okay, I love you." He said with a longing tone in his voice.
"Bye." I whispered. After we dropped I thought for a moment. Who's this Alia girl? I called Arabela.
"What up Farah?" she answered.
"Nothing, I just talked to Zayn and he was talking all dreamily about a girl named Alia." I stressed.
"Alia? Oh my gosh, don't tell me you're worried. Alia is not Zayn's type, and she's too sweet to cheat with him, trust me."
"Fine, just keep an eye out." I replied.
"I am. Well, today there were some fans that surrounded Harry and me when we went out to breakfast. I guess I was upset about it and Harry could tell. And the fans don't hate me, weird huh?" she stated.
"Yeah, I know. In the states there are pictures of you guys kissing and hugging in public all over the tabloids." I replied.
"And you and Zayn's old pictures from summer are in the tabloids here, it's weird to see my face on the cover on a magazine. Half the time I look ugly too."
"I know right! Well, I've got to go, I'm so tired."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later bye." And we hung up. Those conversations left me with something to think about.
