HARRY'S POV
Skyler, Brooke, Niall and I drove to the airport and Zayn, Liam and Louis are meeting us there. We didn't say much on the way there, I just held Skyler's hand the whole time.
We pulled into the airport and I took Skyler's bags and walked with her, Niall and Brooke following closely behind. We got as far as we could until security told us we couldn't go on since we didn't have a ticket. I turned to Skyler and gave her a long kiss, probably our last for a long time.
I looked at her and didn't say anything, I didn't want to say good bye, for obvious reasons. But I knew I had to, "Good bye, Skyler. Good luck at the Grand Prix. I know you will do fantastic."
Next Brooke said good bye. "Don't drown," she said with a slight smile and a tear rolling down her cheek. They hugged for a little bit then Niall said his good bye and the rest of the guys followed.
"Alright, well I gotta go so I don't miss my flight," Skyler said, crying a little. I gave her one last hug and kiss and then she turned and left.
We walked back to our cars and drove back home. When we walked in Brooke asked, "Which room is mine?" Her and Skyler fell asleep on the couches last night, so she never asked which was her.
"Uh, just pick one from upstairs," I answered, walking away to the kitchen, "Just not Niall's," I quickly added.
NIALL'S POV
My face turned bright red when Harry said that and so did Brooke's. "I'm gonna kill him," she said under her breath. I chuckled a little to myself when I heard her.
"You think that's funny Mr?" she asked, smiling a little.
"Yeah I do miss," I returned.
"Well, sir, would you care to help with my luggage?" She replied.
"I would love to Madam," I said, picking up one bag and walking up the stairs, Brooke following me with the lighter bag.
I picked a room for her, the one next to mine, of course. "You suite, princess," I said, opening the door.
"What a gentleman!" she complimented, walking in.
"Do you think the closet will hold all your clothes?" I asked, opening the door to her walk in closet.
"Holy crap! This might be bigger than my room back in New York!" she exclaimed, walking in the closet.
"Oh yeah, how was your trip?" I asked.
"It was good..." she started, a little unsure of herself, "My parents are moving and they wanted help, it was stupid."
"Sounds fun," I say, holding her hand, "I'm just glad you're back."
"Yeah me too," she said.
"Wanna unpack?" I suggest.
"Yeah!" she skips to her bags and opens them.
"You know you're really cute when you skip, right?" I say, joining her by the bags.
"Oh I am? What makes it so cute?" she asks.
"I don't know, you're just cute in general," I reply.
"Even when I piss you off?" she sasses.
"Especially when you piss me off," I say, smiling.
"Aw you're too nice."
We start unpacking her clothes and only a small portion of her closet is full.
"You need more clothes," I say.
"Yeah? Well I didn't pack all my clothes from New York, I wasn't expecting to move here."
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