Choices.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Four days after Christmas was the boys' next concert. We spent those 4 days growing even closer as a group. Harry and I grew practically inseparable.

The day of the concert unfolded much like the first. Kat and I wandered around all day – except for when Kat had to go to rehearsals – and talked to our friends when we could. Kallie, again, insisted on doing my hair and makeup.

The concert itself was even better than the last. It seemed the boys were holding out on me. The highlight of the night was when a fan threw a tutu on stage and Harry twirled around like a ballerina, until he slipped and fell on top of Liam and the two started wrestling around. Also, Louis changed the words of "Little Things" and said "little tits," which made Niall laugh so hard he couldn't play his guitar. Everyone was in hysterics, so the song was pretty much ruined, but no one was too upset.

After the concert was over, Kat and I went backstage. The boys were very sweaty and very happy. They were basically bouncing of the walls with excitement, talking about the show. Niall started cracking up about "little tits" again.

Harry greeted me and pulled me into a sweaty hug, which I didn't mind. He was just so happy about the concert and it was definitely contagious.

We were quickly ushered into the waiting cars, and driven back to our hotel. After the boys cleaned up, we met in Harry's room and tried to decide what to do next.

"So, Jenna, what do you want to do on your last night with us hooligans?" Louis asked.

Honestly, I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I couldn't believe that my time with my amazing new friends was almost over. I also knew that, with the exception of Kat, I probably wouldn't see them again. Sure, we might stay in touch, but actually getting together and maintaining this great friendship would be nearly impossible. The other 7 would see each other all of the time, and I would be left behind. It would be especially difficult for me to be a part of their lives, considering they would be touring the world and staying busy with their careers, while I was busy with my own. As a teacher, my only possible free time would be over Christmas break of the summer.

This whole experience was a dream come true. Sadly, I had to wake up and get back to reality. And let me just say: compared to all of this, reality sucked.

The worst part of not seeing them again would be missing Harry. As much as I liked him, I knew he probably didn't feel the same way. And even if he did, I would never be able to be with him. I was from the middle of nowhere, which I loved, and lived the simple life as a teacher. Harry, on the other hand, had the world by the tail. He had been around the world, and the world loved him as much as he loved it. He was way out of my league.

I was going to miss his laugh and dimpled smile. I would miss the way he would randomly kiss my forehead, or hold my hand, or give me one of his amazing, warm hugs. His beautiful voice would probably haunt my dreams, along with those gorgeous green eyes. I would especially miss those damn banana waffles and his corny jokes.

But I couldn't tell my friends any of that. Curling up into a tiny ball and crying wouldn't change the fact that I was leaving tomorrow. And it sure as heck wasn't going to give me more time with my friends.

So I just faked a smile and brought up my next best idea.

"We should go bowling."

"Yessssss!" Kallie agreed. "I'm totally going to kick your asses."

"Kal, you suck at bowling," Niall laughed. "And you can't kick my ass, because I'm going to kick yours."

We all went back to the cars, Niall and Kallie bickering the whole way. Harry and I were at the back of the pack, as usual. He squeezed my hand, drawing my attention towards his forest green eyes.

"You are terrible at faking a smile," he said softly, causing my mask of happiness to fall. "You do realize how much we will miss you, right?"

"I know," I sighed. "I'm going to miss all of you terribly."

Harry stopped me and pulled me in for a hug, kissing my hair gently.

"Now as much as I want to kidnap you from our friends, I know that they want to spend time with you, so we should go," Harry said with a grin, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "Turn that frown upside down, and enjoy our last night together, okay, honey bunny?"

"Okay," I mumbled with a pout. "Wait, honey bunny?"

"Yeah, honey bunny. I wanted to see that smile I love so much," Harry sassed, poking the dimple in my cheek that formed when he used the cheesy term of endearment. "And it worked."

"Nuh uh!" I said, sticking out my tongue at him and trying to keep a straight face.

"Uh huh!" Harry laughed against my cheek as he kissed it, causing me to let a real smile cover my face.

"Nuh uh," I argued, with an obvious smile.

"Yeah it did. Your face just lit up, sunshine." Harry tease. "Now let's go before the others get their knickers in a twist."