Meeting One Direction in New Zealand

Chapter 22 (:

Chapter 22 (:

-Keshia's POV-

I went into my hotel room and locked myself inside so no-one could approach and bother me. I lied down on my comfortable bed and thought about all the things Harry and I have done together.

I remember the first time I met him at the airport, the first time we've kissed at the front of my house, his smile, his perfect laugh and his dashing emerald green eyes.

After several hours of crying and flashbacks, I've finally made up my mind.

I grabbed a beige trench coat from the closet and blue skinny jeans and a white tank top and went inside the shower. I took a long, warm shower and finally calmed myself down from all of the shenanigans. I got changed into my clothes and put away the dirty clothes in a clean plastic bag and neatly put it in my suitcase.

I grabbed all of my clothes from the hotel room's closet and neatly folded them and placed them in my suitcase. I checked all of the things in my bag and checked if everything was in there - it was.

I already called the travel agency and asked if I could leave to New Zealand A.S.A.P and they gave me a flight that was 4 and a half hour away from now.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and rang my sister, Mariele. It took about 5 rings until she finally picked up.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey, sis," I weakly said. I guess I still haven't fully recovered from the earlier event.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, concern in her voice.

I shook my head then realized that she isn't here with me. "Um, do you have a minute?"

"Um," She paused then I heard mumblings on the line, "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in 5."

"Bye," I said.

"Bye."

I waited patiently on the foot of my bed and went on my iPad for a while. My Dad gave me enough money to buy myself an iPad last week and here I am, obsessed with it, not leaving it out of sight. Like Gemma, I'm an Apple product maniac.

After 5 minutes or so, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

Someone knocked again.

I groaned. "Come in!" I yelled again.

"Dude, it's locked!" Mariele yelled.

Oh, whoops. I forgot that I locked it earlier.

"Hold on!" I told her, putting my iPad on the bed and shutting it off.

I opened the door and my sister came in without my permission. She's such a lovely sister.

She stood in the middle of the room. "Why are you all packed up?"

"I'm leaving." I whispered.

She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you leaving?"

"Harry cheated on me."

She scoffed. "Harry, cheat on you? Who did he cheat on you? Himself?" She joked.

"This isn't funny!" I stomped on the floor, acting childish, tears started to stream down on my face.

"Oh!" She suddenly realized I wasn't kidding. She ran up to me and pulled me in a hug. I started sobbing on her face. Luckily, I didn't wear any make-up as I knew that I'll be crying quite a lot. "What happened?" She asked.

"Har - Harry che- cheated on mm - me," I explained.

"I got that," She said, impatiently, "Why?"