At the End of the Day...

Chapter 17

It's funny how your day can turn so quickly.

I'm still on the floor.

I can't get up. I don't want to get up. I've just found out everything that happened between my ex boyfriend and my best friend.

But the thing is, I don't want to stop being friends with her. She's kind of all I have in that department.

I don't know how long I've been down here, but Harry's sure to arrive soon. I haven't finished packing, my toiletries have all fallen out of the bag I was carrying before. I'm a blubbering mess. The PMS isn't helping.

A knock at the door interrupts my cluttered thoughts. That's definitely Harry. I can always tell what his knock sounds like.

I quickly collect my thoughts, jump up, and run to the front door. Once Harry sees me, his face falls. "What's wrong?!" He wipes away an old tear on my cheek.

"Kaia...Eliza..." That's all I can manage. 

"What did Kaia do? Is Eliza ok? Are you ok?" He walks me through to the lounge room and we sit down. He examines the mess of all my toiletries. "What happened are you hurt?" I love Harry's concern, but I can't keep up with all of his questions. My mind's not functioning to start with, let alone with him filling me up further with questions.

"I haven't finished packing. Can you help me? I'll tell you as we do it," I tell him, getting up from the couch without eye contact. He follows me through to my room, which has a half filled suitcase and piles of clothes sprawled across it. I sit down and continue packing. "So, Eliza came over unexpectedly with Kaia, and I was really mad, and shouted at her, and she left, so now she hates me," I begin, almost crying again. Holy fuck, I'm emotional.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you...you're sisters. You'll sort it out." Harry looks into my eyes, as if he's waiting for me to continue.

"I hope so... Anyway. Kaia stayed, and she told me everything that happened between her and Brad. Like, almost every detail. Well, I sorted wanted to know, but it still really hurt. I'm just a mess. I don't know what to do, because I still really want to be friends with her, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive her..."

"Oh, Eva. I'm sorry...that must've really sucked. Maybe you should give it a bit, and see how you feel. Then, if you're still really sad and angry at her, maybe that's a sign you shouldn't be friends. Do you...do you want to delay the trip a couple days?" He comes in for a tight hug. He smells like expensive shampoo and mint, and I can't help but inhale the scent.

"No...I think I want to go today. I think it'll help, you know, make me forget about all this?"

"I think so, too."

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Here we are. Finally at the airport. With Harry's help, I finished packing my suitcase in no time at all, and off we went.

This is real. I'm going to Hawaii! With Harry...along with his entire band! I pick up my phone to check the time. Our flight's in 45 minutes, so we are cutting it fine. I usually like to get to places early if I can, but the little dilemma back home caused us to be a bit later than expected. Plus all of the traffic. Melbourne's traffic is literally the worst.

I'm still a little bit emotional obviously, but Harry's presence alone is enough to make me feel more comfortable and at ease. 

"Why are you smiling?" His hot breath tickles my ear. Funny, I didn't actually know I was smiling.

"Just excited. Also just thinking about you," I admit, moving my face so that we make eye contact. He giggles at this, and hugs me tighter.

"Time to get out," Harry says, as the car comes to a sudden halt. We exit the car, and the sudden light blinds me. Harry's car is always so dark inside, I always forget what natural light feels like. The driver helps us with our bags and then we make our way to the checkin. 

"You might wanna put some sunglasses on if you don't want to get trampled," I chuckle, looking at Harry with his lengthy hair flowing all over the place. "I'm not joking, Australian girls are wild."

"Probably a good idea!" He laughs, and puts on some stylish sunnies that only he could ever pull off. "Should've got some security to help us out - I didn't even think about that."

We enter the building and I tell Harry to put his head down so people won't notice him as much. I don't know how that's going to help, since he's so bloody tall and lean and beautiful, but it's worth a shot. We quickly go over to a desk to check in, and I decide to do all the talking, even though it's only a middle aged man serving us. You can never be too careful. 

As we are walking to the gate, I ask Harry if I can have my ticket, and he passes it to me - his head still down. As I examine it, I notice we are traveling in first class, and gasp.

"What?" Harry asks me.

"First class?" 

"Um...yeah, I guess so," he says shyly. I'm glad that he's not being smug and cocky about it. But I mean, it's not like Harry Styles would ever travel in economy.

"I've never been in first class before," I say, equally as shyly.

"First time for everything!" As he says this, he bites his lip a little, causing me to of course stare at his red, plump lips. "Stop staring at my lips," Harry fights a smug smile, and I shove him playfully.

"Stop biting your lips then," I hiss as my cheeks warm up with a blush.

"You LOVE it!" He laughs, and then all of a sudden, there's a high pitched shriek from across the long airport corridor. Oh no. Harry looks at me with urgency, and we're both unsure of what to do.

A group of about six or seven girls approaches us, forcing us to stop in our tracks. 

"Harry!"

"You're still in Melbourne! See, I told you guys!"

"Who is she?"

"Follow me on Twitter!"

"Can you sign my bra?"

"No, Katie, he's going to sign my bra!"

"Shut up!"

Continuous high pitched noises are being made, and I'm starting to feel dizzy.

"Are you ok, love?" Harry's holding me upright, and to be honest, if he wasn't, I genuinely think I would've fainted. "I'm sorry, we really have to catch a flight. I'm really sorry, we need to go now." Harry and I push past them - who would've thought it would've been this hard to push through seven girls?

We reach the gate in a matter of seconds, and Harry sits us down in a quiet corner for the benefit of both of us.

"I'm so sorry, Eva. Are you ok? Do you want me to get you some water? We're not boarding for another few minutes," Harry bends down so our faces are level. He looks concerned.

"I'm fine now, I was just a bit overwhelmed," I tell him, gratefully. "I could actually do with some water if you don't mind..." Before I know it, Harry has gone to the nearby vending machine. I take a deep breath and scan the area to see if we've been noticed. To my dismay, there is a girl - maybe a few years younger than me - with her phone held up as if she's videoing me. For God's sake, do people not understand privacy?

Suddenly, my phone beeps, so I reach into my carry on bag to collect it.

It's Twitter.

Taylor Swift has followed you.

What the fuck?

Direct Message from Taylor Swift: what do you think you're doing?

Huh?

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