Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 22: Finding The Girls

Chapter dedicated to HuntressFrost for being such a good sport about letting me change the cover! Her cover is on the side, just so you don't forget it :)

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Chapter 22: Finding The Girls

I hurriedly yanked clothes from my closet, throwing them onto my bed. Harry had already booked a flight, the earliest he could get, which was at eleven o’ clock tonight. Tomorrow would be the day that the crew performed. I wished and wished that we could get an earlier flight, but there were no seats available. Not to mention the flight was four hours long. I finished packing all the clothing I would need, and hurried over to my bed.

I folded everything quickly and packed them neatly into suitcases. Packing, which usually took me hours, finished in about forty-five minutes. I stood the suitcases at the side of my bedroom door and walked over to Harry’s room. I tapped lightly on the door before opening. Harry stood, pressing his hands on his suitcase, squeezing it shut as he tried to zip it.

“What are you doing?” I sighed as I walked over. I pushed him away and flipped open the suitcase.

Shirts, pairs of pants and shoes all lay in one jumbled mess. “No wonder you can’t close this thing!” I cried, emptying all of it out and beginning to fold his shirts.

“Folding takes too much time,” he said, shrugging.

“And trying to close your suitcase with everything squashed in takes even longer.”

He gave me a grin as he stretched his body out on the bed, resting his head on his hands.

“You know, you could help,” I said, flinging a pair of pants at him.

“More fun watching you sweetheart.” He chucked the clothing back at me.  I shook my head at him as I folded the pants and set it in the suitcase. Strangely, all his clothes fit in one suitcase, while I had three. I zipped it up and set it on the ground.

I was itching to be doing something. I felt as though I was wasting my time when a girl was trying to steal my crew. “I’m going to go through my suitcases again to make sure I didn't forget anything,” I said, starting towards the door.

“Darling, come here.” I turned around and saw Harry holding out a hand to me. I walked over and took it.

“You need to relax. You didn't forget anything, there’s nothing we could do but wait until it’s time for us to leave,” he said, squeezing my hand and rubbing his thumb around it.

“I know,” I groaned. He tugged me down so I lay on him, curled up on his chest. Harry rubbed my back while squeezing my thigh gently with his other hand.

“Harry, I feel so useless,” I told him.

“You’re not. We’ll be on a plane in some hours, you’ll get back your position and Rachel can have the joy of kicking Madison out of the house. Literally.”

I gave a small giggle. I simply lay with Harry, letting him hold me until I began feeling hungry. I left Harry to start making lunch which really meant I simply reheated leftovers from dinner last night. Harry came into the kitchen just I was taking the plate from the microwave. He took a seat on the stool and I slid his plate to him. I sat opposite, beginning to eat.

“You know, I have a question,” he began.

“Which is?”

“Two actually. The first one is that, you girls are Cross Section. How is it that almost every day you just lounge around doing nothing?” he asked, smiling at me.