She Will Be Loved

Chapter 33: Maybe I Like Him...

Here's the next chapter! Sry I didn't post last night but I hope you like it!! Ilysm

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Paige's POV:

We walked trough the airport, the boys had their hoodies up and glasses on. Hadley was looking adorable. I was just in jeans and a large Disney sweater, because truthfully I didn't care about appearance anymore. Why should I? Niall already dumped me. Yeah it still hurt, yeah I was actually still very bitter about it. But on the bright side Harry was my butler for the whole day. I hadn't actually needed anything yet but I'm sure if find a use for him sooner or later.

"Hey someone carry my bags." Hadley whined from beside me.

Liam quickly took the heavy parcels from her hands without so much as a roll of his eyes. Wow, she had him wrapped around her little finger. Actually that gave me an idea.

"Ohhh butler. These are dreadfully heavy. So if you please." I said in a sweet tone, dropping my bags into Harry's arms.

"If you wish mistress." He teased, bowing slightly.

The rest of the boys looked over at us in confusion. I laughed, shaking my head slightly."Annnnyway before we board the plane I want some food." Zayn said, looking around the terminal.

The only thing open was a small Starbucks. Coffee it was then. "This place is my bitch." Louis grinned, strutting to the counter.

"Ok so can I please have a green tea latte sweetened on ice. Zebra frapacino. Vanilla bean latte with one pump raspberry. Sweetened passion tea with half the ice, and a mocha frapacino?" Louis ordered.

We all stood there staring at him. "How did you remember that's what everyone wanted?" I asked in amazement.

"I always remember a persons Starbucks order. It's the first thing I judge you on." He replied with a sweet smile.

"How come you didnt get mine?" Niall grumbled, settling into a booth by himself.

"Oh sorry I didn't realize you were still here." Louis said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Whatever I don't like coffee anyway." He snapped, pulling his hat over his eyes and turning away.

It still killed me everytime the boys argued. It was my fault and I didn't want their friendship to be hurt. But then again no one had ever seen Niall tuning into what he had become. It was sickening in a way.

"Flight 182 boarding now." A smooth voice rang through the store.

"Ah shit that's us c'mon." Zayn said, grabbing his mocha and taking off down the hall.

We all grabbed our drinks and followed quickly. All I could hear was the pounding of footsteps as we struggled to locate our flight. Suddenly there was a thud and a yell from behind me. I turned to see Harry on the floor laughing.

"What happened!" I exclaimed, pulling him off the ground.

"I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. Wait is my drink ok?" He asked, suddenly worried.

"Your such a white girl! Your drinks fine it's right there." I said with a laugh.

"Oh ok. Whew. Looks like we should hurry their almost all on."

So we picked up our bags and continue running. Luckily this time we made it to the plane without any more incidents. We were traveling first class and it was just ..wow. White leather interior. Roomy space with coaches facing each other and a small bed near the back. This was my kind of plane. Once we had settled into out seats and put our luggage away the place began it's trip down the runway.