"Annabel, are you ready yet?" Emily yelled outside my bathroom door.
"Just a minute," I mumbled back, quickly brushing my teeth.
"Harry's waiting outside! Hurry up!" she said stressfully. Emily was the type of person who hated to keep people waiting or be late rather. I was a little on the opposite side.
It was Saturday morning. And when I say morning, I'm talking about 5:30 A.M. That's what time I had to wake up, get dressed, and double check my suitcases making sure I had everything packed. To top it off, I'm not a morning person. At all. I loved my sleep, and it took me forever to wake up. Emily had stayed the night at my house the night before, and in the morning, she had to literally push me off the bed to even comprehend what she was saying. I'm used to waking up at 8, at the earliest, every morning.
The plane was planned to leave at 7 A.M. where it would be taking Harry, Emily, and I to Los Angeles. It was now 6:15. I needed to hurry.
I rushed around my room checking to make sure I had everything. I was definitely dressing lazy, wearing a pair of white shorts (since it's suppose to be extremely warm in LA), a random sweatshirt that I've had in my closet for years, and a pair of navy TOMS. My hair was messily bunched into a bun atop my head and the only make-up on my face being mascara.
Emily had already lugged most of my luggage down into the cab. I grabbed my last two bags and headed out the door.
"Finally!" Emily exclaimed as I buckled myself in next to her, already exhausted. Harry just chuckled beside her, looking extremely tired as well.
The airport was pretty slow-moving. Everyone seemed to be running on a few hours of sleep and a sugar loaded cup of coffee. We arrived just in time to go through security, get our luggage in, and get settled on the plane. Simon had put us in first class, thank God.
I sat next to a window and Harry took the seat next to me. We had met Louis at the airport as well so Emily sat with him, since he of course invited her as the friend they could each bring.
"Are you excited?" Harry asked beside me. I looked over and locked eyes with him and smiled small. I really was excited, just extremely tired.
"Very. But right now, I just want to sleep." I retorted. He laughed and agreed with me.
The plane took off and I squeezed Harry's hand until it turned purple. I'm really not scared of flying, it's just the taking off part I absolutely hate. I just could never get used to it.
Harry didn't seem to mind, but just allowed me release my fear into his lifeless hand.
We were finally safely flying in the air, thousands of feet above the ground. I felt drowsiness soon take over. I slipped in my ear buds and got comfy. I rested my head on Harry's shoulder, just like I always do. Just a best-friend thing. I could tell he was about to doze off as well.
I curled into my blanket and allowed sleep to consume me, since we were going to be on the plane for the next eight hours.
My dreams consisted of laying on the beach with Harry, walking on the pier, soaking up the sunshine. Laughter. Smiling. Happiness.
That's what the next two weeks would consist of.
And I was determined to make every single minute count.
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Eight long hours filled with restless sleep and watching movies on the portable DVD player, the plane finally landed in Los Angeles. The view from the air was breathtaking. I could only imagine what it was like on land.
