Fame (1D)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 11

•Harry•

"Liam!" I whined. Yes, whined. It was weird and childish, but it got things done.  

"Shut up Harry," Louis chuckled, slinging his arm around me.  

"I miss her so much,"  

"We all do. You'll see her soon mate, don't worry," He told me comfortingly.  

"We're almost at the airport," Niall informed us. I couldn't stop the stupid grin from creeping onto my face.  

"Harry, if you smile like that around Ali she'll turn around and get right back onto the plane," Liam joked lightly, but I could hear the warning underneath the words.  

Don't screw everything up this time, Liam's eyes seemed to say.  

It had been a while since I thought about what happened between Ali and I. But it was an accident. My heart belongs to Ali, and always will. I think she's the one.  

I was stupid not to see that the first time I talked to her on Skype with Liam, all those months ago. It all seemed so distant, like a dream rather than reality. Things were simpler now. But I'm glad things are working themselves out now.  

And by that, I also mean Ali and I. I plan on getting her back- for good. I need her like I need air. I'm in love with her.  

"Harry, you need to calm down," Zayn chuckled. I rolled my eyes mockingly.  

"We're here," Travis said. His eyes caught mine in the mirror and he winked. "Good luck," He called as we shoved each other in a haste to get out of the car.  

"Louis!" I called. I'd already lost sight of all the lads, and it appeared there was no fans here, so I felt it was safe to call his name. "Lou!" 

"Harry mate, hurry up!" I heard Liam yell. I followed the sound of the boys' heavy panting, and eventually caught up to them. They were waiting at Gate 4, looking up at the top of the stairs expectantly.

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•Alison•

I sat back in my seat, hundreds of emotions coursing through me. Why was I on a plane? Why wasn't I at home? Why was I running back to the boy who broke my heart almost two months ago? Why had I left Wolverhampton? 

Obviously I'd thought of these questions many times- answers as well. But it wasn't until I was actually on the plane, mid flight, that I realised there really was no turning back this time. I was with the boys until the tour ended October 30th.  

"Thank you for flying UK Airlines. Have a nice day." The voice droned through the speakers. I took a deep breath and slung my brown purse over my shoulder, before standing up and following the crowd.  

"Alison Richards?" 

"Alison!" 

"Ali, is Harli still alive?" 

"Ali!!" Was all I heard when I left the tunnel. Apparently Houston had been expecting me.  

I was blinded by flashing lights, and decided to just push right by them- they couldn't go down the same staircase as I was going anyways.  

I began down the staircase, and saw five bodies pushing themselves through the crowd with a sense of urgency. One looked up, and I locked eyes with Niall. I smiled weakly, and by that time, I'd reached the bottom and I was surrounded by bodies.  

Eventually the boys made it to me, and each gave me a long hug.  

"I missed you so much." Liam whispered into my hair, hugging me tight.  

"It's lovely to see you again." Zayn smiled. I let out a sigh of relief- he didn't remember what I did to him in Mexico.  

"Hi Ali." Niall grinned. I missed Niall and his hilarious innocence. 

"Thank you so much." Louis said, hugging me. "You just saved us all from a lot of misery." He pulled away and gave me 'the eyes', before backing away and motioning for me to go to Harry.  

He smiled weakly, and held out his arms for me. I frowned, but after a second I jumped right into him.  

"You have no idea how good this is." 

"I missed you so much, Harry." 

"I missed you more." 

"Oh really now?" I laughed, shocked at the sound.  

"Why was Harry's hug so much longer?" Niall whined. I immediately pulled away, much to Harry's protest.  

"Because she likes me better." Harry grinned, sticking his tongue out at the boy.  

"Well then. Let's get to the limo." Liam said, breaking the silence. The boys pulled up their hoods and began pushing their way through the crowd and I followed behind, keeping a hand on Liam's back. When we finally made it there without being mobbed, we piled into the limo and I squeezed in between Liam and the door.  

"So how was the flight?" Liam asked me.  

"Uh, it was good." I said, staring out the window.  

"What did you do at home?" Niall asked. I sighed.  

"Did you guys plan this beforehand? I danced, and slept. That's basically it." I said, laughing lightly.  

"Did you finish your solo?" Harry asked, staring down at his hands. I frowned and studied him- I didn't think he would have remembered that. When he lifted his green eyes to meet mine, I remembered that I hadn't replied to his innocent question.  

"Oh! Um. Yeah, I did." I stammered. I could tell that the boys were looking at me like I had ten heads, so I just looked out the window. I really didn't want to talk anymore.  

When we got to the hotel, we sorted out bed and rooms easily. I would be rooming with Lou and Emily, since Liam didn't want to put me in an 'uncomfortable position', as he'd told me in secret. I had to hold back a groan when they announced that I would be rooming with them- it was basically like signing something that said I was going to be up all night talking about my feelings and my status with Harry. I knew that Liam was going to talk to them and tell them not to ask me any questions, but when has that stopped them before?  

"You'll be fine, right?" Liam asked. I nodded and picked up my black suitcase. "Text me if you want to talk." He whispered, before patting me on the back and heading off with the rest of the boys.