Trip to New York; h.s.

2| Midnight Memories

 We landed in New York two hours later, at twelve twenty-seven at night and a very tired Harry pestering me about how I shouldn't have kept him up all night. 

 "Harry, if you complain one more time about how I kept you up, I'm going to smack you so hard that you'll be sent back in time to where you weren't tired," I threatened, glaring at him as we walked in the tunnel that connected the plane to the airport. 

 "Do it," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I don't want to be tired anymore." 

 "Can I pay you five dollars to make what you just said happen?" Louis asked, the signature smirk he has on his face.

 "You can pay me five dollars," I said, smiling sweetly. He shook his head as we continued walking through the airport. "Dang it." 

 "Alright, students," Mr. Cloud spoke, turning and facing us. We circled around him, waiting to see what he had to say. "It's," he checked his watch, "twelve thirty in the morning, we have a bus waiting for us outside, so we're going to try and quickly get our stuff and hurry to the bus to get to the hotel. Everyone got it? Good."

 He turned back around, taking his wife's hand, as we followed the two of them through the many people in the airport. Harry walked next to me the whole time, seeming slightly protective. 

 "Harry, are you okay?" I asked, looking up at the tall boy. 

 "Yeah, just tired," Harry said, playfully glaring at me.

 "You agreed to do that, Harry," I pointed out. 

 "I know, I know. Speaking of our deal," Harry said, pulling his phone out. He held it in front of the two of us. "Say cheese!" 

 I looked over at him and stuck my tongue out, right as he took the picture. "Oh, wait take that again, Harry," I said when he showed me the picture.

 He shook his head, clicking his phone off and putting it in his pants pocket. "It was cute, so I'm keeping it." 

 I rolled my eyes again as we made it to baggage claim for our flight. There was a large rotating conveyor belt, suitcases and bags on it. I spotted mine first and raced forward to grab it. 

 "Nice job, Diana," Liam teased. 

 "Better than last time, huh?" I asked, laughing as I recalled the memory. 

 The last time I went on a flight, I was with Liam and when I tried grabbing my suitcase, my hand got stuck in the side strap and I ended up being dragged along the conveyor belt until Liam saw me and helped me. It wasn't very fun and I had a large red mark on my stomach for two months. 

 "Definitely better than last time," Liam agreed. 

 "Come on, guys, let's go," Mr. Cloud said, snapping his fingers. 

 "Well he's definitely not a morning person," Louis mumbled behind me as we made our way to the entrance/exit doors of the airport. 

 We climbed onto the grey bus, the boys and I going to the back and plopping down in the seats. Harry sat next to me and fell asleep immediately. His head was resting back on the headrest and I entered my passcode, going to Snapchat after.

 I held up my phone and directed the camera to him, snapping a picture, saving it, and sending it to my story with the caption: 'a sleepy harry in nyc. how adorable'.

 Liam snickered behind me, and I figured he must've seen the post or me taking a picture of Harry. I smiled back at him and squared my shoulders forward, the dark bus making me sleepy. 

 Suddenly, we went over a bump in the road and I felt Harry's head land on my right shoulder. I smiled softly to myself as I looked down at him. He was still sleeping, but there was definitely a small smile on his face. 

 I shook my head, still smiling to myself. Forty-two minutes later, we got to the hotel we were staying at: Row NYC. It looked very nice, on the outside. There was a tourist-type shop to the left of it, and some sort of restaurant to the right. 

 One thirty was when Harry and I finally got into our room, and it was slightly smaller than I thought it was going to be. The yellow wall on the back had '24 Hours' painted on it, two full beds, a small wooden bedside table in between them, a desk by the window, a flat screen, and white storage drawers. 

 The bathroom was to the right of walking through the door, and the closet was to the left. Harry rolled his suitcase in, put it to the left of the bed closest to the wall of the bathroom, and flopped down on the bed. 

 I laughed at him, feeling slightly loopy at how tired I was. He lifted his head and saw me struggling with rolling my suitcase to the other bed, by where the window was. It was his turn to laugh at me as he got up from the bed and helped me with setting my suitcase down. 

 "Diana, get into the bed," Harry said ten minutes later as I jumped on my bed.

 "No," I replied, smiling at him. He sighed and reached up, grabbing my wrists and pulling me down, making me fall onto the bed. "I'm sleepy."

 "I can see that," Harry chuckled, lifting me up so he could move the covers over me. 

 I shifted around in my spot, finally getting comfortable. "Good night, Harry," I mumbled before closing my eyes. 

 Right before I was about to fall asleep, I heard him say, "Good night, Diana." 

Written July 3, 2016