The Switch

Chapter 32 | Game Plan

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The change of climate was evident once we stepped out of Orlando International Airport. Instead of being cold and wet, like Portland, it was blazing hot and the sun beat down on us persistently.

Louis wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed. "It's like 100 degrees out here!"

I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. "Lou, it's actually only 97 degrees." I gestured to a digital board near the airport entrance, which displayed the temperature and weather.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, excuse me for being three degrees off."

Liam held a phone to his ear, nodding and speaking to whoever was on the other end. "Paddy, I told you, we just have some personal business in Orlando, okay? We'll be back in London soon, I promise. Okay, yes. Bye."

He hung up the phone and looked over at us, a frown on his face. "Management is freaking out a bit. They don't want us going on spontaneous trips like this."

Harry scoffed and furrowed his brow. "Well, management, my a-"

Leah shoved him in the shoulder before he could finish his sentence. "Harry! There are kids around." She gestured to a family standing a few feet away from us.

"Oops," he said sheepishly, giving Leah an apologetic look. "My bad."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. It seemed Harry had met his match.

It was also humorous to see Harry so smitten with a girl. He hadn't said anything, but it was obvious enough that he didn't need to. He had been following Leah around like a lovesick puppy, and his eyes never seem to leave her.

He couldn't seem to resist her. And she wasn't even trying. In fact, it was more the opposite. Whenever Harry got too close, Leah would sigh and shove him away. He tried nearly every pick up line ever made, and each failed miserably.

"Are you an angel? Because I saw you fall from heaven."
"Do you have a band aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you."
"If you were a fruit, you'd be a fineapple."
"Are you a beaver? Because damn!"
"If you were a burger at McDonalds, you'd be the McGorgeous."

And my personal favorite:
"Are you trash? Because I want to take you out."

Leah had scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Nice try, Styles."

Harry nearly always had girls wrapped around his finger. Apparently it was something about the hair and the accent that girls found cute. But with Leah, it was a no go. She was shutting him down, again and again and again. In short, Harry did nothing but crash and burn.

"Now," Louis placed his hands on his hips and looked off into the distance heroically. "Let's find the girls."

Leah pulled her phone out of her purse and scanned the screen. "Let's see ... Sandra said they were at Central Florida University."

Harry peered over at her phone from behind, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. Leah turned and eyed him, but said nothing and merely shook her head. I swore I saw a shadow of a smile cross her face, but when I took a second glance, her face was focused and serious.