Better Than Words [Lirry] EDITING!

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

*Liam's POV*

"You're actually bringing him? Liam, this isn't a good idea. He might see your sisters and know that you're really the Prince," Danielle said as I put my luggage in the trunk of my car.

"He's not gonna see them or even meet them. We'll make sure of that," I said, closing the trunk.

"WE?! How exactly am I gonna help you do that? We're all going on the same jet, right?" she asked.

"No. I made sure that Harry and I are going on the jet right after you and my sisters go on the other one," I replied.

"I'm going with your sisters? I thought I was flying there with you?" she asked.

"I'm going with Harry. In case you forgot, he isn't really fond of you right now. You know, ever since you broke us up," I reminded her.

She rolled her eyes and got in her own car. "He still hasn't forgiven me for that? When's he gonna let that go? Li-Li, tell your boyfriend to forgive me already."

I chuckled and patted her arm. "He'll forgive you when he feels like it. It's up to him. It's your fault, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. Have 'fun' on your flight with Harry! Make sure to use protection!" she said as she pulled out and drove off.

I sighed and got in my car to pick Harry up. When I got there, I rang the doorbell and immediately got an armful of curls and dimples when the door opened right after. My Harry. "Hey, love. Ready to go?"

"Yup! Can't wait to go to France with you!" he said excitedly. "We're flying there with your sisters, right?"

"Actually, no. We're taking a separate jet from them. They already took the other jet there," I said.

"Oh, really? So we get some alone time on the flight there?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I blushed and said, "Thought I could make up for not asking you to come in the first place."

"Aww! Aren't you sweet? And not so innocent, huh?" he teased, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"James! You're finally here. Haz hasn't shut up for the past hours. Been jumping around, waiting for you to pick him up," Niall said, walking to the door with Louis and Zayn.

"Hey. I can take him off your hands now," I said to them with a smile. Harry kissed my neck and sucked on it a bit, making me pull away from him. "Come on, Harry. We gotta get going now."

"Okay! Guys, get my luggage," he ordered them and they just grumbled, shoving his luggage at him.

"See ya in a week! Good luck with him, James!" Louis called out, as they waved at us and closed the door.

Harry huffed, but grabbed my hand and pulled me to my car with his luggage. "Off to France!" he exclaimed.

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"Oh my god! James, you really own this? ALL of this?" Harry exclaimed as soon as we got to the jet. He pulled me towards the jet in his excitement and his jaw dropped when I led him inside.

"Like it? We'll be on it for 2 hours, so get comfortable," I told him as we took our seats.

"This is- Gosh, James! This must have been a fortune! How'd your family afford this? What do your parents do again?" he asked, looking around.

"They have like they're own business," I replied hesitantly. Not like I can tell him that they're really the King and Queen of the town.

"Must be great to be rich, huh?" he said once he settled in his seat.