Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Ten

A/N: HELLO! (I was going for Harto). Anyway, I have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter, and hopefully it's done and posted before I lose my mind completely. And please PLEASE go read the preview to "Timeless", my new Liam Fanfic which will be coming next month, August 2013! I know I'm promoing it way too much but it has three reads at the moment and I'd really appreciate if if any of you could go read ! Thank you! And this may be a bit short because I'm going to my grandma's for a few days and I won't have wifi! so I really wanted to update! I promise to write a long chapter while I'm gone and post it when I get back!!! stay strong and hang in there loveys. Love you all more than you know. xoxoxo -Dani

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*Beth's Point Of View*

Our flight was early the next morning, and I was awoken around four a.m. by an obnoxious pounding on the door. I sat up, Harry still sound asleep next to me. I pulled a blanket up to cover my bare upper half. A hoodie that Harry had lazily thrown on the floor the previous afternoon laid in the same spot, and I gratfully pulled it on and went off to see who was knocking at the door. I opened it, squinting in the flourescent hallway light.

It was Paul. "You have to be at the airport in an hour! Is Harry even awake?"

I ran my hand through my knotty hair. "No, he's asleep." Crossing my arms, I shivered from the airconditioning out in the hall. I didn't have any pants on, after all. Good job, Beth, you're probably going to be photographed in wearing only a sweatshirts without makeup or pants.

"Alright, well, wake him up and pack your things. You can eat at the airport, the car will be outside in fifty minutes. There will probably be fans and photographers both outside the hotel and at the airport," Paul explained, which was probably his way of telling me to out some damn pants on.

"Yeah, will do," I said before shutting the door and going to wake up Harry. I tiptoed back to the bedroom and crawled under the covers with him. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

"Hmm?" Eyes still glued shut, he rolled over to face me.

Pecking his nose with my lips, his own mouth turned into a grin. "Wake up," I urged him in a whisper.

"Babe," He groaned, pulling me closer. "Stay in bed."

"Harry, don't do this to me," I smirked at his slowly fluttering curtain of eyelashes.

"Come on," Harry kissed me softly.

"Get up and put some clothes on," I told him. The blankets were covering his lower half, but he'd have to get dressed sometime.

"I don't wanna, I just wanna lay here with you all day," He entwined his fingers with mine, sleepily smiling at me.

"We can do that when we're home," My held his face in my hands. "But for now we need to get to the airport."

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We got dressed, pants and all, and packed our things and went to the airport. Doing best to ignore the worries that bounced around in the back of mind, I prayed I didn't have a panic attack on the plane. On top of that, I was still exhausted due to Harry and my, uh, late night. As we waited in line for security, we were all struggling to stay awake.

Perrie and Zayn had their arms locked around each other, Louis, Niall, and Liam were frantically drinking their coffee so they wouldn't have to throw it out when they got in line, and I was on Harry's back.

"You alright up there?" Harry laughed.

"I'm perfect, and yourself?" I planted a kiss on top of his head.

"I'm wonderful."

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The flight was quick, we pretty much just slept the entire time.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will be beginning our decent into London soon, so please fasten your seatbelts and make sure your seats are in the upward position if you have not done so already. It is cloudy in London but a pleasant 21 degrees Celsius," said a voice over the speakers.

I shook Harry awake, telling him to buckle his seatbelt. "We're almost home."

Harry grinned sleepily. "Yay."

The anxiety that had been building in my chest all morning temporarily subsided when I saw his gorgeous eyes open. I felt so at ease with him, so safe, and I loved it. Just as my lips were grazing his, I felt the plane's wheels hit the ground.

Harry's hand clutched mine as tight as possible.

"Are you nervous?" I laughed.

"No, not at all," He blushed.

Niall and Liam, who were across the aisle from us, started to jokingly make fun.

"Oh, hush," Harry rolled his eyes.

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Once we got our luggage, my single bag paling in comparison to their many from the entire tour, we headed to meet whomever was picking us up.

I knew Harry's mum, Gemma, and my mum would be here, and, as odd as it sounded, I was insanely excited to see my mum. Sure, we fought all the time things were always super tense at home, but I missed her like crazy.

While the other boys ran to meet their families, Harry and I were engulfed in hugs by our own mum's.

"Beth!" My mother pulled away, her hands on either side of my face before pulling me back into a hug. "Oh, I missed you so much."

"Yeah, I missed you too." So much had happened in Paris. Not only had I lost my virginity, but I harmed myself, had a hypomanic episode, got into a huge fight with Harry, and had my named screamed off the top of the Eiffel Tower. You have to take the good with the bad, I guess.

After Harry said his proper, six month prolonged hellos, he took my hand and squeezed it. "Let's go home."