❤ Love and Hate ❤ (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Airplanes ARE shooting stars...

Hi:) Okay, first of thank y'all so much for reading my story. It means so much! Now, can you please give my feedback on the story? Pweety-pweaze *puppy dog face*! Please comment what you think and what to change, yada, yada, yada...criticism is welcomed:) Hope you enjoy this long-ish chappie. Oh, and listen to the story when it says to...it really gives it more emotion:) Here it is!

xoxo ~ AC <3

August 26, 2012, Malibu, CA

Four and a half hours until departure to Doncaster

~Harry's POV~

After a week and a half with Juliette, alone, may I add; we're going to Doncaster. I told her yesterday and she was jumping with joy. She even jumped on me which cause us to stumble backwards and our lips collided. I smiled remembering how full of love it was.

"Juliette, we'll be going in three and a half hours. C'mon wake up and eat brunch." She groaned and put the pillow on her face and I knew what to do. "I made Nutella sandwiches."

"Ha ha ha..." she laughed sarcastically, "...nice try. Who do you think I am? Niall? Pfft, you can't bribe me with food, babe." Even though she was covering her face with the pillow, I could tell she was smirking. I yanked the blanket off, showing her golden-tanned legs. I but my lip and looked up to see her smirking. "Enjoying your view there, eh?"

"Ugh, whateves. C'mon let's - uh - eat, yeah...eat," I stuttered. Wow, smooth Styles, really smooth. She didn't comeback at me though, instead she just followed me silently until we got to the kitchen. Bless her and her quietness.

***

"JULIETTE! ARE YOU READY TO GO?!"

"COMING!"

A few minutes later, a beautiful brunette rushed down the stairs in a loose striped shirt that was white and red. She was wearing red skinny jeans - not so tight that it can stop her blood circulation, but tight enough to see her curves - and she was wearing TOMS that were grey and had little pink hearts on it.

"Where's the braces, mini Louis?" I tried hard to keep my face straight, but when she gave me a look that looks like a little puppy that is lost in a big city, I couldn't help it. I bursted into a fit of laughter.  She rolled her eyes but smiled anyways.

"Whatever. Did you call a cab?"

"Yup they should be here-" a cab honked as if it was on cue, "now." We chuckled and I carried our heavy baggage out to the porch while she carried the light ones and checked the house for the gazillionth time. "C'mon, babe. We might miss our plane."

"Excited much?" she chuckled. I rolled my eyes and carried the luggage into the trunk of the cab.

***

"Passengers, please go to Gate 12, you're flight will depart in five minutes."

"DISTRICT 12!"

"Shh, Juliette," I said laughing. She was grinning, loud and proud.

"Yeah, yeah, c'mon. I want to see my mom!" she screamed while pulling me into the tunnel.

"Well, hello there," a woman about thirty, said smiling, "can I see your IDs and boarding passes?"

Juliette showed hers and I showed mine. Once her eyes landed on my name-

"OH MY GOD!"

"SHHH!!!"

"Oh my god, oh my god. OH MY FREAKING GOD!"

"Shhh..."

"You're Harry fucking Styles," she whisper-yelled. I could tell that Juliette was holding back her laughter. She was red and her hands were covering her mouth.