Liam's P.O.V.
Something is bugging Meghan. I just know there's something annoying her, but she won't tell me. I don't want to keep asking her though, in case she flips on me. She says she's fine but puts on a brave front and a fake smile - but her eyes say it all. They aren't their usual sparkling brown. They're more of a dull brown, almost black.
She would zone out of conversations a lot and I would have to call her name about a hundred times and wave my hand in her face to get her attention, all just to ask her a simple question, like if she wants anything to eat or drink.
The girls were flying back home today. This was the last time I would see Meghan for four months, when we finally get to go home to London at the end of the tour. I just hope she would be ok until then. I caught up with Aimee before we were leaving them off at the airport. "It's been nice seeing you again." She smiled at me, but a weak one.
"Yeah, you too."
"Are you ok?" I asked. She nudged her head to her hotel room. I nodded. We walked in and Harry wasn't around.
"It's Harry." She stated. "He won't let me pay for my half of our apartment. I can't let him buy it all himself. That's not the way I do things. I have to do everything myself or else I feel like I haven't done anything - if you know what I mean." I nodded.
"Meghan is exactly the same." Aimee nodded this time.
"I just don't know what to do. I've barely spoken to Harry since. This is the most we haven't spoke to each other for as long as I can remember." She sighed. I was right when I told Meghan they would have a massive fall out at some point. As I was about to reply, there was a knock on the door. Aimee got up to answer.
Aimee's P.O.V.
Meghan stood at the door. "Liam? Why are you in here?" Liam got up and came to the door.
"I was saying goodbye to Aimee, since I won't see her for four months." Meghan nodded, but I doubt she cared much.
"Well, it's time we weren't here." She said bluntly. I nodded and lifted all my stuff.
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Meghan and I were saying our final goodbyes to the boys. Harry hadn't said a word to me the whole time. As I turned my back to walk through the terminal, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around me. Curly hair was tickling my neck. I turned around in his arms to have Harry place his lips on mine. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.
"Me too." Harry pulled me into a tight hug.
"I'm glad we never fight like this."
"It's ok Harry, I'm over it." I smiled up at him.
"I love you."
"I love you too. I don't want to leave now." I pouted.
"It's only four months babe." Harry said. I pulled away and looked at him.
"That's a long time when we aren't together." I sighed.
"Last call for flight 178 to London."
"COME ON! We're going to miss the bloody plane." Meghan yelled. Harry kissed me again. "Oh for god's sake. Could someone please split up the love birds so that we can leave?"
"Thanks Meghan, that really hurt." Liam teased.
"You know what I mean." Meghan snapped. Liam laughed at her. He's lucky he finds her moodiness funny. I have to stick her for two hours. I got pulled away from Harry by Meghan pulling my arm. "Bye guys, see you soon!" Somehow she didn't sound too excited.
