A Second Chance - A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

Chapter 15

Hey, guys! I can tell many of you are getting sick of all the Elounor, but please hold out. Things will happen eventually and I just need you guys to be patient, okay? Another thing, I am so beyond sorry how freaking late my updates have been. I have been so beyond busy and I'm honestly doing the very best that I can. Please don't hate me :3

Enjoy(:

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Chapter 15

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Niall is going to sit in the back. After a dozen rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors between he and Zayn to decide who will be banished to the back of the van, Niall admits defeat with only four wins against the Pakistani boy. And with his defeat, Harry's van has an official seating arrangement: Liam driving because he knows how to get to the campsite; Harry sitting shotgun because it's his van; Eleanor and I in the middle row because we only have to force one person in the back and we want to sit with each other; and Zayn sitting with us because of his eight wins against Niall who will be sitting in the back with all the camping gear.

Liam and I stuff all the gear into the trunk, reorganizing a few times to make it all fit, and cursing Harry because he has yet to show up with his things that we've got to manage to fit in here. More than once, one of the suitcases or duffel bags rolls out of place and nearly hits one of us on the way down or collapses the stack of belongings, but Liam is always quick enough to stop it before all our hard work goes to waste.

"Where the fuck is he?" Eleanor asks from her spot of leaning against the van while filing down her fingernails. "Weren't we all supposed to meet here at eight? It's half past eight and Harry has yet to show up."

Niall squints in the morning light at the dorm building that Harry should be walking out of at any minute. He shrugs, "Eh, he'll be around soon enough. He told me he had to do something real quick before he met us here."

As if on cue, Harry's voice calls out from the opposite direction, "Sorry we're late!"

Everyone's heads snap to look at him but I stay frozen, my heart suddenly pounding. We're? Who is he bringing? I thought he called things off with Ralph two days ago? Slowly, I turn with the others to see Harry striding toward us happily with his suitcase rolling behind him and a girl with shoulder length, blond hair under his arm, trailing her own pink suitcase.

My fists clench at my sides and my jaw tightens. Who the hell is this girl and why is he bringing her along? Did he just not want me to be the only one that brought their significant other on the camping trip? I don't even want to know who this girl is. I turn away as they get closer and make as much noise with the camping gear as I "reorganize" it as he introduces her. When there's nothing more I can move without looking suspicious, I turn back to Harry and his smiling fling, jutting my hip out to the side and asking with annoyance in my voice, "Are you going to give me your suitcases or do you plan to sit on them?"

Harry's green eyes land on me and the smile falls from his face. "I can do it myself, thanks," Harry responds with a tone not unlike mine.

My arms crossed, I shrug, feigning indifference. "Suit yourself." Ever since Harry and I had that argument a few weeks back, we haven't spent much time with one another. It's not that we're mad at one another, but his irritation at my "ignorance" and my anger at him for making me second guess myself brings tension and annoyance with each other.

I walk to the open van door and stand beside Eleanor, gesturing for Niall to get in. "Hop in, mate. I think we're taking off soon."

Niall crosses his arms with a mischievous smirk and Zayn wraps an arm around his shoulder and says, "Now that Harry's girlfriend is coming, two people will be sitting in the back. Niall and I took a vote and the results came back with the two of you-" he points two fingers at Eleanor and I, "-will be sitting in the back."