Picture Perfect | Larry Stylinson

Three

**So, we're going to pretend that the trains run past 11 pm**

Harry was never really a violent person, but now he wanted to slap Liam across the face because he was acting all antsy as they went through the Heathrow airport. It was an ungodly hour of the day and Harry hadn't gotten a chance to grab his caffeine because they didn't have much time between the train ride and the time that they had to meet Ellie to go to the airport. To say that he was somewhat grouchy was an understatement. Liam, on the other hand, acted like he had drank an entire vat of Starbucks' espresso.

"How long does it take to get to Dublin from here about?" Liam asked Harry.

"Um, I'm not sure. It's not really the right time to be asking me to do math," Harry half-joked.

"The flight is about an hour and a little extra. We should get there just a bit before eight," Ellie chimed in, calculating everything on her phone.

Ellie fell in love with Liam the moment that Harry introduced the two. It could've been because she didn't want to deal with Harry's uncaffeinated self and Liam was more pleasant to be around. They were waiting for their flight to be called and Ellie wouldn't allow Harry to make a quick trip to the only shop that served his tea because it was a bit of a walk from where the waiting area was. She didn't want to lose either of her passengers before they left London.

"Is Niall meeting us at the airport?" Harry asked, trying to make up for being such a snappy bastard that morning.

"Can he?" Liam asked.

"I don't see why not. We were just going to rent a car and go to the hotel right away anyway," Harry told him.

Liam's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Do I have time to call him?!"

"As long as it isn't an hour long conversation," Harry smiled as the boy dialed up his crush. Harry turned to Ellie to let her know the plans. "Liam is calling Niall to meet us at the Dublin airport."

"Oh, alright. I thought that's what the plan was honestly," Ellie admitted, looking up from her phone. It seemed that she is always doing some type of business. Harry had always wondered if she worked in her sleep.

"To be fair, I did too. But don't tell him that. He's acting like a little kid in Willy Wonka's candy factory," Harry said with his sleep deprived voice.

Their flight was called a few minutes later and Liam was still chattering away with his internet boy. It made Harry happy to see that his best friend found someone that made him happy after so many years of not being happy with someone that he was in a relationship with. However, he was happy that the phone had to be on airplane mode throughout the duration of the flight. As much as he loved Liam, he wanted to catch some sleep and not have to listen to Liam fantasize with Niall.

Thankfully, their seats were in business class rather than economy. It made him sound like a spoiled brat saying that, but it was only because he didn't have to deal with the screaming children that were in economy and he could sleep with less knots in his back. Plus, they served some amazing caffeinated beverages.

It didn't take long for them to find their seats as there wasn't as many people as there were in economy. The seats were also at the back so they wouldn't have to worry about getting kneed or someone watching some action movie that would disturb Harry's much needed slumber.

"I call the window," Harry said, patting Liam's shoulder as he snuck past him and took the seat. Liam didn't say anything and just sat down in the middle between Harry and Ellie.

"Do you know if they have any good movies on here?" Liam asked.

"They have a few, but I never pinned you as the type to watch romances," Harry smirked.