Authors Note: I realized I completely screwed up the time zones of the countries like halfway through this chapter and I was too lazy to go back and fix everything so we are pretending that it is 3am in Sweden, which means it is 9pm in America. sweet? cool awesome lets go.
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It was 3am when my phone vibrated. I was just grabbing my luggage from the conveyer belt as I checked the caller I.D and quickly answered the phone.
"Emily?" Harry's groggy voice cracked through the speaker. I smiled at the way he said my name, his thick accent made it sound so elegant.
"Hi Harry. I'm just grabbing my luggage now. Not sure where I am." I laughed awkwardly.
"Don't worry I've sent someone to come and get you. His name is Chris. I would have picked you up myself if I could but I was ordered to stay in the car. Paparazzi reasons I suppose." He sighed and I frowned. I felt for him, and I wish he didn't always have to hide from crazed fans and paparazzi.
"Don't worry about it. I'll keep an eye out for him, see you soon." I looked around at my surroundings for any sign of direction on where this Chris guy could possibly be.
"See you." Harry replied before hanging up. I wandered around for a bit until I noticed a large man who stood out in the crowd. As I got a little closer I noticed he was holding a small piece of paper with my name written on it in huge letters, must be Chris. I awkwardly approached the large man, he noticed me walking towards him and I could feel him studying my appearance.
"Emily?" He grumbled. Clearly, he was not very happy to be awake at 3am. I nodded my head, and he offered to take my luggage. I followed Chris silently as we shimmied through the crowded airport. The wind sent chills through my body as we pushed through sliding glass doors and headed into a parking lot area.
We approached a black SUV and I felt as if my heart was going to jump out of my chest just thinking about Harry inside. Before I even had a moment to think, the door to the SUV swung open and a tall, lanky figure came rushing towards me, embracing me in his arms.
"Harry." I smiled into his chest as he rocked me back and forth in his arms.
"Emily." He mocked my American accent and we broke our long hug. "How was your flight?" He asked, opening the car door for me. I slid all the way into the car so Harry could get in next to me.
"Fine. I slept the whole time." I laughed.
"Really?"
"Nothing a little Benadryl can't help." I said, Harry laughed and shook his head, his long curls falling in his face. I watched in awe as he ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. God, his hair would be the death of me.
Harry fell asleep on the car ride to the hotel. I didn't blame him, considering it was almost 3:30 in the morning. I was just grateful that he got up to take the ride to the airport. When we finally arrived at the hotel, the bright lights woke Harry up. He continually apologized for falling asleep but I told him that it wasn't a big deal. I could tell he was exhausted, I noticed him rubbing his eyes a few times, trying to keep himself awake.
Chris carried all my luggage up to my room, and disappeared leaving Harry and I. The hotel was gorgeous, and so was my room. Two out of the four walls were lined with windows, even in the dark the view was beautiful. The twinkling lights of the city below amazed me.
"It's a lot prettier in daylight, you'll see tomorrow." He yawned. I really didn't want Harry to leave, but I felt terrible for keeping him awake.
"Thank you Harry , for everything, I can't wait to see the show tomorrow. I don't mean to keep you awake though, you should go back to your room and sleep." I implied. Harry nodded his head and yawned again.
