The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Eight - Right Here, Right Now

Chapter Eight - Right Here, Right Now

     I stood nervously in front of a gate at the airport with Andy, who seemed very bored, actually. Some lady over the intercom announced that a plane from New York was arriving and I squealed with excitement, grabbing Andy's arm and jumping up and down. He gave me a confused look, as if he were thinking what the hell is wrong with this girl and why am I friends with her? I began to chew on my thumb as people began filing through the glass doors, none of them very important to me. 

      "Where the hell are they?" I muttered, getting on my tip-toes, glancing throughout the crowd of people. 

      "They probably stayed in New York so they can stay away from you. I mean, who wouldn't?" Andy teased. I slapped his arm, looking around for the boys. Suddenly, Niall emerged through the glass door, a black book-bag over his shoulder, a bag of Penn Station in his hands. He was stuffing his face with fries when he spotted me. 

      "CHARLOTTE!" he cried, his eyes huge. Actually, it sounded more like "farotte" but we won't get into details. Niall's a messy eater. He walked quickly towards me, setting his food down reluctantly and giving me a tight hug. 

      "Hey Nialler," i cheered as he let me go, quickly grabbing his food again and proceeding to stuff his face. "Where are the others?" 

      "Erm, I think they should be on their way..." Niall mumbled through a mouth full of fries. I looked back towards the gate where Liam and Zayn were now popping out, laughing and punching each other. "OI! ZAYN, LI, WE'RE OVER HERE!" Niall shouted as people stared at us. Zayn and Liam looked up, both smiling happily at us. They walked over, both hugging me tightly and shaking hands with Andy. 

      "How are you, mate?" Zayn asked, doing a little "bro-hug" with Andy. They got along really well, which didn't surprise me at all. 

      " I'm great, man. You guys wanna ride with us? Or do you prefer your big huge van filled with security guards and chased by screaming fans?" Andy asked, patting Liam on the back. 

      "I'd actually much rather ride with you all." Liam said, nodding. Zayn and Niall agreed. 

      "Well, I brought my Buggy...I doubt you guys wanna ride in that." I said, still searching for the other two miscreants. Zayn, Liam, and Niall all made very scared faces and got closer to Andy. 

      "Erm...no thanks," Zayn mumbled. I laughed, punching his shoulder playfully. I turned around, and there they were, the other two fifths of the band. Harry, in his sweats, Mick Jagger shirt, and a beanie with a lime green duffel bag in hand and Louis, sporting almost the same clothes, except he had his nerdy glasses on. Lou ran to me, his arms wide, screaming happily, as though he hadn't seen me in a million years. 

      "CHAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" he screeched, picking me up and spinning me in a circle.We both laughed with glee, hugging each other tightly. "You look brilliant, love!" 

      "Aw, thanks, BooBear!" I giggled, shrugging modestly. I met Harry's playful and seductive gaze. He stood a little farther from me, his lips curving into a familiar cocky smile, as he set his bag down and opened his arms wide. I couldn't resist him any longer. I sprinted at him, my eyes overflowing with tears, jumping on him and wrapping my legs around his waist. I buried my head into his neck, taking in his sweet scent. He squeezed me tightly, kissing my hair, my neck, my cheek, any part of me that he could get to. Goosebumps rose ever place where his lips touched my skin.

      "It's alright, love, I'm back," he whispered into my ear. I merely nodded, not speaking as I shuddered, attempting to stop crying. He gently set me down, taking my face in his hands, slowly wiping my tears away with his thumb. His lips then crushed mine as he kissed me earnestly and longingly. I heard the boys chuckling and whooping but I didn't care as I tangled my fingers in his curly hair, pulling him closer. He suddenly broke the kiss, leaning into my neck.

       "Later, love. Not here," he breathed seductively, his warm breath washing over my skin. No,I wanted to protest. Right here, right now! I didn't care who was watching. I just wanted him. Harry, on the other hand, thought this was totally inappropriate, which caught me off guard. I was about 99% sure Harry was perfectly fine with making out in public considering we had done it before and he hadn't complained. Maybe he was saving something for me later. Mmm, intriguing. He kissed my nose gently and swung his arm over my shoulder, shaking Andy's hand and smiling like we hadn't just had a full-blown make-out session in the middle of an airport. 

      "Alright, here's the deal, you two are riding in Char's car...if you want to call that thing a car," Andy explained. I punched him in the gut as hard as I could, pouting. He bent over, grabbing his stomach in pain. 

      "Insult Parkles one more time, and I'll take away your ability to produce children." I threatened. Louis smirked, covering his mouth to stop laughing as Harry kissed the top of my head proudly. 

      "That's my girl," he praised. I smiled happily, very pleased with myself. "Char and I will ride together, the rest of you go on." 

      "I wouldn't have it any other way," Andy groaned, still clutching his stomach. The rest of us laughed at him as he threw his arm over Niall's shoulder and limped away. Harry's fingers entwined with my own as he glanced at me. 

      "Shall we?" he asked. I smiled, nodding excitedly. 

      "Let us be on our way!" I roared, skipping away, pretending like I was riding a horse. Harry burst out in laughter, his eyes scrunching up in a really cute way. 

      "You're mental, babe," he finally said. I shrugged, dragging him out of the airport and towards Parkles. We climbed inside of my beautiful Buggy, stuffing his million bags in the trunk and back seat. He had more shit than I did. It kind of worried me. As we drove down the road, I began to sing whatever was on the radio. Adele's Set Fire to the Rain came on and I sang from the pit of my stomach, belting out all the notes as loudly as I could. The whole time, Harry watched me. I tried not to pay attention, but it was hard. He stared with such wonder and disbelief, his jaw hanging. I smirked and glanced at him quickly. 

      "What? Am I that bad of a singer?" I asked. He shook his head quickly, eyes huge. 

      "No, no, definitely not! You're...you're amazing." he murmured, still in complete shock. I playfully slapped him, feeling the blood rush up to my cheeks. 

      "Oh, stop it, you," I teased. Harry smiled, shaking his head. 

      "Charlotte Beck, how on Earth did I deserve you?" he whispered. My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I glanced quickly at him to find him still smiling. I blushed even more, shrugging. If I got any redder, I would have turned into a tomato.

      "Well, I mean, I am a pretty good catch, if I do say so myself." I teased. He chuckled, reaching over and grabbing my hand, gently kissing each of my fingers and then squeezing it tightly. 

      "I'm really glad I found you..."

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