Stay Strong

Chapter 12

*1 WEEK LATER*

19:05

LOCATION: HEATHROW AIRPORT

It’s been a week since I arrived in the UK. We had Mark’s funeral last night, the worst thing was we didn’t even have a body to bury. I cried so much, you know how they say your body is 70% water, yeah, well now its 0%.

Anyway, now I am waiting at Heathrow airport because Harry practically begged me. I was picking up Liam, Harry, and... Louis. (Niall was going back to Ireland and Zayn said he would come with)

I sat at the arrivals waiting area, the airport looked quite busy tonight. I suppose it was summer so everyone was rushing to warm countries to get their annual dose of sunshine.

“Lara!” I heard a deep voice call. I spun my head towards the voice, noticing Harry. His hair was styled into a quiff, I missed his innocent little curls but the quiff just made him hot. He was followed by Liam who was trailing to bags behind him and then Louis. My eyes widened when I noticed Lou, he looked shattered. His hair was a mess, he had black bags under his eyes and his stubble was unshaven.

“Heeeey,” Harry’s hug snapped me out of my gaze. I hugged him back, releasing him to hug Liam.

“You guys look exhausted. I think you need your break,” I said with a giggle. Turning to Louis, it would just be rude if I didn’t greet him.

“Hi,” I whispered as I hugged Louis, to my surprise he hugged back, but then he got a little bit too frisky. He started pressing himself against my core, rubbing his hands up and down my lower back, gradually resting on the curve of my butt. He gave it a little squeeze which made me gasp. He took full advantage of my open mouth and pressed his lips onto mine.

“Louis!” I snapped, pushing him away from me and giving him a glare. His eyes looked so desperate, hungry even. If we weren’t in an airport I wouldn’t be surprised if he jumped me and started humping my leg.

“Whoa, guys, there are kids here,” I heard Liam interrupt, gesturing for us to leave.

Louis didn’t reply to anything, he just had his eyes fixed on me. It was quite creepy to be honest.

“Uh, so, how was your flight?” I asked, trying to make conversation. I glanced over at Harry, he looked a bit pissed off as well. Brilliant.

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09:50

I woke up early. Well, early for summer holidays anyway. I rolled over to reach for my phone that was sat on my bedside table. The first thing I did was check my twitter. Even more followers, even more hate, even more fans ‘shipping’ me and Louis. It was weird. I scrolled through my feed, noticing new tweets from both Louis and Harry.

@Harry_Styles: I’m jealous of my best friend?  15h

I read that tweet about ten times. What was he jealous of? Me? I scrolled through the comments. The fans where going mad, they HAD to find out why there idol was jealous. And so did I.

@louis_tomlinson: Feeling like shit today. 1h

Aaaaand no surprise there. He probably drank his ass off last night.

I closed twitter and opened my messages, clicking on Harry’s name.

‘Hi, I read your tweet. Why are you jealous? X’

I hit the send button and waited for a reply. I waited for about 1 minute before sleep got the better of me. Only did the vibration of my phone wake me up 20 minutes later.

‘Isn’t it obvious?? I’m jealous of Louis, because he has you. I feel bad for that, I know Louis wants nothing more than to be with you but... You are just... Perfect... x’

My heart pounded. Hard. Oh god, this was real. Now these two boys are going to be at each other’s necks until one of them gets me.

‘So what now?’

I texted back. It was the same question I was asking myself.

What now?