In Another World

Part 9

Harry's POV

I look out the tinted car window as we inch closer to the airport. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I reach for it and unlock it, reading the text. It's from management. "You will meet Meg in the parking lot. Tell your driver to park in area H, Meg will be waiting." I huff and tell my driver where to park.

We finally arrive at the airport. I immediately see Meg leaning against her car, typing on her phone. I walk over. I know we're already being watched.

"Hey babe!" I say. So fake. She looks up and smiles, while putting her phone into her bag. She returns my greeting and leans in.

Meg's POV

I lean in, unsure if I should kiss him or hug him. He isn't turning his head so he can put it on my shoulder, so I go for his lips.

Our lips touch, but not for long. Maybe two seconds? It was short, but I felt something. Something that I have never felt with any other guy. is it the 'sparks' that everyone talks about? You always hear people saying they felt it but I'm not sure if that was it.

Maybe it was just me. He couldn't have felt it. That's what he feels for Louis, not me.

"Let me go get my carry on." Harry says. He walks back to his car and takes a bag out of the trunk. There are already paparazzi around so we have to move. I lock my car and walk to his. He takes my hand in his and we walk into the airport.

We smile and giggle and hold hands all the way through the airport. We go through baggage check together. The paparazzi are going crazy and asking who I am. Some even ask me questions like who I am, if I'm aware of the Larry shippers, and blah blah blah. This is fun, I guess. But one day of fame is different than multiple years of fame.

Harry's flight number booms over the loudspeaker. Harry and I stand up from our seat and we walk closer to the door. "Bye," I whisper. "Bye, love. I'll see you at the premiere," he says and he leans in to kiss me. Now there are definitely people watching including paparazzi so we kiss for longer. I pull him into an embrace and hug him for a while. A tear even rolls down my cheek, for show. It's for show, Im not actually this sad. I keep telling myself this over and over.

Harry boards his plane. I watch him until I can't see him anymore, then turn and walk away, tears and all.