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seventy six

"Hey, hey, wake up."

I was awoken to soft, sweet, kisses being planted on my naked shoulder. I groaned, my eyes stubbornly fluttering open to see Harry knelt by the bed, watching me closely.

"We're going to England, sweetheart." Harry pecked my forehead. "We're going to England, we're going to England, we're going to England!"

"You smell." I scrunched my nose, letting my heavy eyelids cover my eyes again.

"Li and I had a gym session this morning." He whispered, his green eyes sparkling in the dark room.

"I didn't realize you left."

"I made sure I was quiet. I wanted you to sleep well, we have a long day ahead of us, sunshine." He said, making sure to keep his voice low. "I'm about to take a shower."

"You should go do that." I cuddled back into the duvet that smelled slightly of Harry's cologne.

"Wanna join?"

"Shut up."

Harry scoffed at my curt response, reaching out and delicately touching my hair. "You need to get ready. Your bags are already in my car and I ordered you that breakfast sandwich and iced latte junk you like from Starbucks. It's downstairs."

"You're so sweet." I hummed, my voice still coated with sleep. "Thank you, baby."

"Thirty minutes until we have to be at LAX." Harry caressed my head, combing my hair with his heavenly fingers.

"What time is it?"

"Five thirty, love."

"Why so early?" I whined.

"We couldn't charter a private plane in time, so we have to take a commercial plane."

"How upsetting." I sarcastically grumbled.

"But the earlier the flight, the less people, which means less crowd and less paps." Harry twirled his finger in a strand of my knotted hair before reaching up to his full height.

I groaned as Harry flicked open the blinds on the way to the bathroom, allowing the sunlight to penetrate the windows and blind me.

"Thirty minutes, princess." Harry said before escaping into the bathroom to shower.

"I'm going to fucking England." I mumbled to myself before curling back into the duvet.

* * *

"Lou, do you have your passport?"

"Yes."

"Niall?"

"Yes."

"Harry?"

"Yep, boss."

"Addison?"

"Yes, Liam." I took a bite into my breakfast sandwich before opening the fridge and throwing Niall a water bottle. "What about you? Got your passport, Li?"

Liam patted his pants pockets before widening his eyes. "Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit."

"Your dresser." Louis reminded him as he blankly sipped his coffee, his eyes lazily rolling over to Liam.

"You were just going to let me walk off without my passport?" Liam shouted. "You asshat!"

"I knew you would find it. I was simply counting down until you realized it was missing." Louis replied, taking another casual sip. "Seven minutes."