Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 47

Songs:

Overdose: Alessia Cara

Lightning: Little Mix

Clouds: One Direction

Complicated: Rihanna

What Do you Mean? (Acoustic): Justin Bieber

A.J.'s POV

I knew Harry wanted us to go to Disneyland alone, but I couldn't help but invite our friends and Alicia. We were going to Mexico, alone, tomorrow and I wasn't sure when I was going to see Alicia again. I wanted to spend as much time with them as I possibly could. Since all of the boys were going, they needed to take their security, so this wasn't the romantic getaway Harold was planning on.

Niall decided to fight me on what music we should listen to before Sam yelled at us to behave because we had the same taste in music anyway. Eventually we compromised on Enrique Iglesias, which surprisingly Niall knew even the songs in Spanish.

Harry was getting annoyed when Michael sent me another text. I let him read it so he wouldn't get all crazy on me.

"Honestly," Samara wedged her head between us from the backseat. "You act like she'd cheat on you, the only person she'd possibly consider doing that with is Enrique Iglesias so until that happens, you shouldn't worry."

I thought about it for a moment, "yeah, she's right," I shrugged. "Enrique has rank on you buddy," I smiled widely patting his leg. I shrugged one shoulder and tilting my head to the side, innocently. "What can I say, I have a thing for accents."

He smiled, kissing my cheek, seeming to accept my attempt at lightening the mood. I quickly sent Michael a text letting him know I wouldn't be training with him anymore, which was something he already knew would eventually happened since I lived in London. I showed Harry the text, just in case before putting my phone in my purse. I didn't mind him reading my messages, I encouraged it in fact. I had nothing to hide and if it put him at ease than so be it. 

After about an hour at Disneyland, I had successfully become hyper. I even demanded that we take pictures. Me of all people. Harry tried to be a little grump at first, but eventually came around, I mean who could be grumpy at the happiest place on earth. Around, about hour four, the boys were recognized and bombarded for pictures and autographs. It was bound to happen sooner or later, instead of waiting for them, Alicia, Sam and I went to the restaurant we had all decided on before. By nighttime, the park was beautifully lit up for the Christmas season.

"We need to decorate our apartment," I mentioned to Harry as we drove back home, and I looked at the pictures we had taken that day.

I was exhausted and my eyes were barely staying open, but I was too excited to fall asleep like Sam had.

"I like when you say that," he hummed in my ear.

"What?" I put the camera down and looked up at him, my eyes adjusting from the brightness of the screen to the darkness of the car.

"When you say "our" apartment, "our" home, just anything with "our"," he nuzzled his face next to mine.

I smiled, leaning into him, my eyes shutting. "Me too," I admitted. "But, we really do need to decorate," I yawned.

The next thing I knew, I was being carried up the stairs in Harry's arms. Instead of protesting, I wrapped my arms around him tighter, nuzzling my face in his neck.

When I woke up the next morning, Harry was already showered, dressed and putting on his shoes. I sat up, feeling the ache in my body, clearly my leg, nor my arm were any better, but I wasn't going to complain, not in front of Harry anyway.