Don't Leave Me Here (Harry Styles x Cher Lloyd x Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 3: Louis

Louis

I was at the airport by 9am when Cher was coming by 12nn. I didn’t care, though. It was only me. My other band mates were at the hotel doing who-knows-what.

Cher was riding a private jet so I personally waited for her. Well, me and my six bodyguards. Three for me, three for my girlfriend.

I paced back and forth probably two hundred billon zillion gazillion trillion times until I got bored and bought Cher a bouquet of flowers. I know she doesn’t like flowers so much but it’s worth a try and I hoped she would at least appreciate them.

I checked the time. It was 9:30am.

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I was as boring as a brick when finally, finally, FINALLY it was 11:50am. I walked to the waiting area for Cher, surrounded by six huge bodyguards. Fans, especially girls, screamed outside and pounded on the doors. I thought they would break until some guards took them somewhere else. Honestly, I hated it when guards do that to my fans but I didn’t do anything to stop them now. Cher was almost here.

Her plane landed. The person at the desk told me so. She was already getting off the plane and getting her bags and stuff. I was literally jumping up and down while I waited.

Then, I saw a girl with dark chocolate hair, curled elegantly. She was wearing a shirt that showed her bellybutton, short neon orange shorts, Converse All-Stars, a mustache necklace and a familiar gold ring a smile was plastered on her full, pinkish-cream lips.

She was scanning the area for someone then she laid her melting chocolate, brown eyes on mine.

We kept our gazes locked for ten long seconds then she ran straight to me and crashed on my chest. I inhaled the familiar, sweet candy scent of Cher.

My bodyguards were going to push her away or do something to her but I introduced her to my bodyguards. “Guys, this is Cher.” I said, putting my arm around her waist. “She’s my girlfriend.” The bodyguards eased. “So… you, you and you,” I pointed at three random bodyguards. “are going to take care of her.” I kissed her on the cheek and everybody in the airport awed.

“Oh my gosh, Lou…” She turned to me. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you were in… in…” She was crying.

“Don’t cry, love. Your mascara’s going to get ruined and all.” She got a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed lightly at her eyes.

“I’m just so happy to see you again!” She cried.

“I would do anything to hold you again” I said. “D’ya know, the boys and I were supposed to rehearse today but you were coming today so they moved rehearsals to this evening. You coming?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure I’ll come.” She replied while walking to the car surrounded by six body guards and millions of screaming, crying, pleading Directioners and Brats. I tightened my hold on Cher’s waist and helped her get through the crowd. Well, crowd is an understatement.

Once we were in the car, we exhaled together in sync, we looked at each other and laughed. “Wow. That was… hectic. I couldn’t even breathe.” She said, trying to make her breathing even.

“You’ll get used to it when this kind of thing happens everyday. There was even this one day… a fan of mine came up from behind me and got my beanie.”

“Really? What happened then?” She asked, intertwining her fingers with mine.

“Well,” I said, my eyes getting distant and drifting into a daydream like it always does. “Paul got to her eventually…” I yawned.

“Aww,” She got my head and rested it on her shoulder. “Is someone a wittle sweepy?” She asked in a baby voice.

“Jetlag.” I sighed and closed my eyes.

She fixed our positions so my head was on her lap and she cradled it there. I took up the space of the whole backseat.

“Go to sleep, Lou. I love you.” She bent down and kissed my lips softly. When she pulled away, I whispered in her ear: “I love you more.”

She laughed and said, “Liar.”

Soon enough, I was snoring.