[Niall's POV:]
I feel my self begin to stir. Either I'm at a football game and people are chanting my name, or someone is trying to wake me up.
I open my eyes and find Liam standing above me. I turn and look at him questionably. He puts his fingers to his lips and gestures for me to get up.
"pack. Don't wake her, and let's go. I'll explain what the shit holes want us to do later." he whispers quietly then tiptoes out of the room.
I look at the clock confused and read two thirty six am. It's too fucking early.
The warmth of her breath on my arm, draws me in. I can't help but wrap my body around her a little tighter. I've grown to fancy Rachel quite a bit, and honestly... I'd rather just be with her all day long.
Burying my face in her hair, I smell chlorine from the pool last night. It reminds me of how she just kissed me as if we were the only people in the world in the pool last night. It made me feel wanted. I've never felt that way before. You may think I get that feeling all the time, being Niall Horan of One Direction. The one who has millions o girls drooling of him every second I every day.
It's different with Rachel. She doesn't like me because I'm famous. She doesn't like me for my money. She likes me, for me. And.... I've never had that before. I really like her. She can make me laugh. And she's really warm, and she has a cute quirky personality. I admire that.
I kiss her softly on the lips. She doesn't even stir. I really hope she doesn't think I left without saying goodbye. And frankily, I don't know if I'll ever even see her again.
I carefully crawl out of bed and Rachel stays fast asleep. Packing my bag and making sure I clean up the room thouroughly, I grab my stuff and head to the bedroom door. I open it and just as I am about to leave. I turn around and look back at the sleeping angel I have to leave behind. I don't know if I can do this. Leave Her. I feel the lump in my throat and the burning in my nose. this may be the last time.
"bye beautiful..." I barely choke the words out and on my way out the years begin to flow. I don't even bother to say anything or wait for the other guys. I go downstairs and climb into the van and throw Paul my bags. I can't help but just cry.
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[Harry's POV:]
We have been driving for a while, and I can't help but be sad. It's time for us to 'move on' says modest fucking management.
Fuck you too.
"Harry we're gonna text the girls before we get back into seattle. Management could shut our service off any second." Liam says from the seat ahead.
"whatever. I'll do it. She probably hates me already. I'm the dick who, had sex with her then left her without a word." I speak without thinking.
"wait. What?" Zayn turns around super fast. I notice Liam's cheeks burn red as he types on his phone. Did he and Kaela do it too?
"It doesn't matter. She hates me. I hate me too." I feel so angry right now. I didn't want to leave her hanging like that. Last night was the best night of my life, and it ended before I even had a chance to tell her goodbye. She probably thinks i used her.
The guys don't say a word they just mind their own buisness. I'm being a dick. Who gives a fuck. I just want Hannah.
We all send the same thing to our girls. And then just as we were going to send something else, our phone service is shut off. Yay, I got to send her a lame ass unexplanitory text. 'I'm sorry....it's just for now." I don't give a shit anymore. I'm done. When we get back to the UK I'm telling management I fucking quit. Then, I'm going to find Hannah and we can spend forever together.
