Chapter 15

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  • Dedicated to Harry Styles
                                    

Nolan's P.O.V.

BEEK BEEK BEEK!

My iPhone alarm was going off, and I groaned, reaching over to stop the noise. I seriously need to change it, maybe some birds chirping or something. Shutting the alarm off, I pulled the comforter over my head, turning over, away from my phone.

*

I opened my eyes, the bright light illuminating the room rushed into them, and I instantly squeezed my burning eyes shut. Wait. Why was there light? I pried my eyes open and rolled over to my phone, checking the time. 3:12. P.M.

Holy shit. I jumped out of bed, only in my boxers and ran around, throwing on any random item of clothing on my floor. I was supposed to meet everyone at the London Eye at eleven.

Now I was the late one, I ran out into the kitchen, grabbing my keys, and wallet. Just as I was rushing out the door, I realized I forgot my phone, and I ran upstairs again to grab it.

Coming back down the steps, everything in hand, I ran towards the front door, past our living room. The television was on, and there was Abby sitting on the couch, with a popcorn bowl and remote in hand.

"You not going?" I asked, slowing to a stop and turning towards her.

"Nah, not feeling good." Abby replied, making a sick face and consciously setting down her popcorn, and hiding the open Nutella jar sitting on the coffee table with her foot. I smirked, Abby is such a terrible liar.

"You're a terrible liar." I said, walking over and sitting on the couch with her. Grabbing the bowl, I took a handful of the little popped kernels, shoving them into my mouth.

"Okay," Abby sighed. "I didn't really want to go."

"Because?" I pushed, there was something that lie behind her not wanting to go.

"Of a curly boy?" Abby replied, almost asking it like a question.

Her eyes meet mine, and they were filled to the brim with happiness. Little specks of white shone brightly in her deep blue orbs.

"Harry?" I laughed, chuckling at the thought. "What would Harry do?"

She sat there, twiddling her thumbs. Something was up, but I had no idea what it was.

"Nothing," Abby shrugged it off, grabbing the jar of Nutella again and consuming the chocolate goo from the spoon.

"So do you want to come with me to meet them?" I asked, changing the subject as my phone buzzed.

It was Harry.

Harry: Where r u?

I typed a reply quickly.

Me: overslept on my way. abbys feeling better

"Get up," I said to Abby, motioning for her to stand. "We're going to meet up with everyone."

Abby groaned but didn't object as she stood to go change.

My phone buzzed again and I pulled it out my my pocket.

Harry: is she coming?

I looked over to Abby, trudging up the stairs. I typed a reply.

Me: Yeah

With that I sat back down on the couch, focusing on the television as I waited for Abby.

Harry's P.O.V

It had been an hour since Nolan last texted me back saying Abby and him were coming. Nolan had overslept and Abby was feeling better, I guess.

It was a warm and sunny day, as Big Ben loomed over us, as if to be mocking our height. I looked around at all the other people waiting to get on this great attraction and silently thanked the fans for not bombarding us by now.

Louis, Liam and I all stood by each other, Louis and Liam deep into discussion, as I looked around to try to keep myself entertained.

Ryder and Carina stood further behind us, yet still part of the group. Seeing Ryder and Carina smile and talk just made me wish Abby had felt better this morning and would've came with us, instead of Nolan.

Louis must've noticed me looking at the two, because he nudged me with his elbow, nodding his head towards Ryder and Carina and said, "They've got a lot to catch up on."

I nodded in understanding, looking around again as Louis resumed his talk with Liam. I was glad we were in the V.I.P. line, because that was three times shorter than the regular line to our left.

I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for both the line to move up, and for Abby and Nolan to get here.

"Hey Liam, when are Abby and Nolan going to get here?" I asked Liam, trying to refocus on the real world once again.

"I don't know-" Liam started but was cut off by Nolan walking up to us in line, smiling and waving his hand at us.

"Hey!" He said, joining us in the massive line.

Abby was trudging a few feet behind Nolan, and she was staring at the ground.

When she lifted her head, my eyes met with hers, but looked away quickly. Abby looked beautiful today, even if she wasn't feeling the best. Her blonde hair bounced in curls bounced as she walked over towards Carina and Ryder. She wore a white sweater, checkered with black mustaches, which was underneath her pink, puffy jacket. She wore dark jeans and brown Ugg boots to finish off the outfit. She wore little makeup, which made her face look as if it was glowing from the sun's rays.

I looked ahead of us again, noticing only a few people were ahead of us, my back was killing me.

Trying to refocus on whatever the hell Louis, Liam, and Nolan were talking about, I realized how much I didn't care.

Something was up with Abby.

Abby's P.O.V.

I followed Nolan up towards the giant, what seemed to be, Ferris wheel. There were two giant lines, and somehow we had to find the guys because they didn't want to answer their phones. Nolan and I stood there, searching for a familiar face. I was looking at the shorter line when those unmistakable curls popped out at me. Harry.

"Over here!' I said to Nolan, gesturing to where Harry stood.

His eyes searched for what I was looking at then nodded and headed towards the mess of curls. I followed him, unzipping my jacket slightly. It was warmer out today than I expected. I looked up we neared the front of the line, my eyes meeting Harry's.

Oh my God. Looking away as quickly as I could, I searched for Carina. She was standing a little off from the guys, talking to Ryder. I walked over, smiling and pulling Carina in a hug.

I looked around, pulling a chunk of my curled hair behind my hair. I smiled, remembering Nolan complaining on how long it took for me to get ready.

I smiled at whatever Carina was saying, laughing like I was listening while I looked over at Harry, who was checking the front of the line to the London Eye.

His eyes locked with mine and I knew something was wrong, but he looked away before I could say anything.

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