Bumps On The Road

Chapter 2

Two weeks pass and we find ourselves in Heathrow on our way to LA and from there to Australia for the last leg of the TMH Tour. We check in, no need for escort thank god since its 4am and no one is about, we wait at the gate in each other's arms while Harry sleeps in my lap and I watch the crowd, people running for their flights, people walking along, babies crying.  Finally they call our flight, after I convinced Harry that it was not necessary to fly business class on a trip to LA rather than fly business to Australia since that was an arm and leg of a trip.

 

Flying is alwyas my favortite part. I love the take off and landing always a promis eof adventure as it was happeing knowing I was goign to a diffrent place. Having Harry by my side the whole time was more than I could hope for, I loved our flights. Between watching movies, reading books or agazones, sleeping and drinking as much as possible. On these flights Harry always tried to convince me to eat something, I  could never bring myself to, I was always nauseated and never wanted to eat airplane food.I just stuck with chewing gum and eating my candy and chocolate I most wanted and then once we landed we always made sure I ate something healthy because all I eat in the air is crap. Ive never been a person who had an easy time with food, ive always been battling with being underweight and not weighjing enough, being small and not even 5 ft, but this is something I always delt with. Eating was always a sore subject and Harry knew that and so did everyone else, always trying to help me with eating more and making sure I was following my diet. It was never an easy thing. So when I actually wanted to eat someting Harry would never object and let me indulge on all the candy and sweets I wanted.

 

After a flight of sleeping we landed in LAX, going through security, collecting our 3 pieces of luggage , avoiding as much attention as possible but Harry being Harry never going without notice, was found by just a couple of fans and thank god no paparazzi and we were able to leave as quickly as possible with no hassle and no mob and no problem. we headed to our hotel for the night.

 

After a day of hanging around with Harry’s cousins, we found ourselves at the airport once again waiting for our fight to Australia.

Walking hand in hand we boarded our flight last as to not attract any attention to our fellow passengers and were seated in our seats/beds. Since my seat was right next to Harry we were able to watch a movie together and cuddle but halfway through Harry slowly put his computer away and tucking me in when I realized I had fallen asleep. Waking up after my 5 hour sleep I turn around to see my husband asleep on his side with his pursed lips and floppy hair in his face. making me chuckle. I got up and stretched to get my iPad out of my carryon, thankfully having wifi onboard I was able to check my email, reply to messages from my sister who was telling me about her work and my mom reminding me it was 2 days till my little sister birthday.

 

While I was checking Twitter I decided to continue “Fight Club” which we were watching earlier so I reached around Harry trying not to waking him up but failing. He grogged “babe?” I whispered back “no don't worry I just want to watch the movie” he went back to sleep.

Checking twitter was always entertaining, I had hate comments and love comments, death threats and hate. this was always something I knew I was getting into the second I started my relationship with Harry I knew this was part of the package. I was a strong person and never let it bother me. I was able to ignore it and try to avoid because it was just teenage girls and boys behind a computer screen. But just like any other human being I have my weaknesses and it does get to me occasionally. The only thing that really does bother me if I get hate to my face, that gets to me. Thankfully that usually does not happen since the majority of the fandom does respect me or at least I hope they do. The relationship I have with the fandom is one that took time and effort to create. Having Harry on my side as my rock supporting me and defending me helped a lot but how I was able to communicate with them and explain is something that I was very rarely  able to do but somehow got the message across. I always liked to chat with the boys’ fans as much I could, hear their opinions, answer their questions as much I could. When we were 2 months married and on our way to visit Harry’s Mum and Robin, Harry confessed that one of the reasons he fell for me was that I was so lovely and kind to his fans and not someone who shunned them and hated them.

I truly did care what they said about stuff and was curious about them, I was someone they trusted for the most part and that was exactly the way I wanted it to be. However I am a person and I do have mood swings and do have days where I have literally no patience for anyone and I need to be alone without the reality of being on tour and fans, and even the boys, so I have that freedom for the most part, doing what I want when I feel and going home to London in the middle or going back home to my parents in New York. Everyone understands when I need to leave and when I need my space.

After the long long flight we were escorted out of the plane as quickly as possible with Mark right there whose job was to escort us to the hotel. We were told that only just a few girls were outside and if Harry wanted can take pictures. Of course Harry being the pop star he is he never denies a moment to say hi to his fans anywhere, so he said yes and we went along with 4 security dudes, letting Harry do what he wanted , the girls squealing while seeing their Harry. Harry being polite and taking pictures, the girls saying “Hi” to me, I reply back with a quick “Hi” and as soon as hes done we head to the hotel finally.