Begin Again (Sequel to Stand Up)

Kids At Heart

Chapter 9:

Poppy POV:

It was finally time to leave for the tour, and I had to admit, I was a little more excited than I should've been. I mean, there's a food table at EVERY concert!

So maybe I sound a little pregnant, but who cares? These boys are going to have to hear about it all the time now. At least I have Niall to back me up.

Zipping up my suitcase, I eased it up right, and dragged it down my huge staircase, the bulging bag clunking behind me.

Besides the excitement, last night was a very sad night at the house, since Danielle and Perrie left. It was really depressing seeing them go, especially after all the amazing times we'd had at my house, which was another reason why I was sad: I had to leave the house... Again.

"I've got it, love, you go wait in the car." Harry said at the front door, taking my suitcase. I smiled and nodded at my house sadly, heading out to the car.

I opened the limo door to find all the boys except for Harry, and Katelyn already seated inside, bickering playfully.

"Katelyn aren't you sad? We're leaving the house AGAIN." I said sadly and Katelyn came over to sit by me, giving me a hug.

"Yeah I'm going to miss it, but it's like deja vu. Last year at this time, was when you met Harry and the boys, where everything began. And look at us now, headed back on tour just like before, but now you're married! ...... And pregnant!" My best friend exclaimed gesturing to my stomach, and I laughed.

She had a point.

I looked at my husband outside, remembering the first time I saw him run into Forever 21 in the Mall of America, being chased down by fans. Then the stand up happened and my life was never the same.

I certainly never figured that story would end up romantic!

"Alright everyone lets head to the airport!" Harry said, and the limo driver took off on the black paved road.

"WHOOP WHOOP!" Louis yelled and I laughed.

"Calm down Lou, we still have like 9 hours left with you, I need to get through this WITHOUT stuffing a sock in your mouth." I said and everyone else laughed. Louis stuck out his tongue like the mature and refined 20 year old he is.

The rest of the car ride was surprisingly quiet as we headed to the airport, apart from the occasional protest from Niall.

"STOP THE LIMO!" He cried for the seventh time in the last minute. He slammed his big hands against the window as we passed McDonalds.

"NIALL SHUT UP!" Everyone else, including the limo driver, yelled back. He crossed his arms and pouted.

"But I'm HUNGRRRY!" He whined, a little quieter, and I took his face in my hands.

"Nialler. We will be at the airport in like 5 minutes, please try to think of something else for a little bit." I said to him, and he shut his eyes and groaned.

"I'll try..."

When we finally made it to the airport, I got out of the car and tied my curly red hair up in a pony tail. I felt a hand wrap around my waist and I looked up to see my husband's face protectively glancing around. The security guards were circled around as suddenly hundreds of fans, photographers, and interviewers enclosed around us.

Louis came up to me quickly, handing me my suitcase, and closing the trunk. Reporters got to us first, shoving microphones past the security guards towards us. I adjusted my sunglasses down, to hide my annoyance.