I stand in the airport soaking everything in. People are bustling around in a hurry to catch early flights. I watch as a mother drops her two year olds blanket and a girl about seven grabs it and hands it back to her. I look at a little built in coffee shop which has a line backing out of it. I keep spinning on my heel admiring everything when Harry clears his throat. I had forgotten he was standing there.
"Um I believe you owe me a hug?" he smirks. It takes me a moment to remember any occuring events in the past eight hours. I reluctantly walk over to him and wrap my arms are his waist. He throws his arms over my shoulders and rubs smoothe circles with his fingers. I relax a little and pull away from his warm embrace.
"I like your hugs." he smiles at me. "They're warm."
"Nobodys ever said that before. I'm both amused and flattered." I flush not meaning to any of it.
"Where is your aunt meeting you?" he walks behind me and looks over my shoulder as I pull the instructions out of my pocket my mom gave me earlier.
"It says after you land get you bags, and go over to the luggage claim labled C. Okay so let's get our bags." Harry leads the way as we walk over to the baggage claim. The only one that is spinning is G. I start towards G and I feel a pull on my elbow. I turn around and Harry is gripping on my jacket.
"Our luggage is at B it's not here yet it'll be here in three minutes." I flush embarrassed and follow Harry through the crowd of people. After a minute or two of standing the belt starts spinning and we look for our bags. I find one of mine first then Harry finds his. Harry helps me with my one bag and I pull the other two.
"Luggage claim C is right here." Harry nods with his head showing me over to the sign labled C in yellow. We set our bags down and look for my aunt.
"Harry would you watch my bags I need to go to the bathroom."
"Maybe you wouldn't have to go if you just went on the palne." He remarks.
"I refused because it's gross and I didn't need it that badly. Please?" I start bouncing slightly to hold it in.
"Go go I'll wait here."
"Thank you!" I run towards the bathroom and rudely push past a few people in the way. I use the restroom and straighten up my hair a bit before going back to Harry. He is standing alone in the same spot I left him in.
"Is she here yet?"
"No I haven't seen her. Do you have her number?" I nod and hand him the sheet of paper my mom wrote it on. I wait impatiently while Harry dials the number and calls. After eight rings it goes to voicemail.
"Try again." Harry glares at me but tries again.
"I got nothing." I hope she's ok. "Do you know where she live? We could take a cab?"
"No. My mom thought she would drive me so she didn't think to give it to me." Harry groans in annoyance and calls again. Nothing.
"Call your mom for the address." Harrys says. I quickly call my mom but it goes straight to voicemail.
"Harry it's two in the morning there her phone won't even be on!" I say loudly. Great now I have no place to go.
"Well come on then." Harry flicks his head as if saying "follow me". I walk quickly behind him trying to keep my black suitcases from bumping into eachother or other people. We get to a parking lot and Harry pulls out a set of keys.
"What are you doing?" I question.
"I'm opening the trunk." He puts his suitcase and mine in before shutting it. "You can stay at my house until we figure this out."
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Fake (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"What are you most afraid of?" "Losing you." This story is under some MAJOR editing, but I have decided, after a almost a year off, to bring it back. Comment if you would like to help edit, come up with characters or plot some things in the story...
