HOPE (1D FANFIC)

Chapter 20:

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Andrea's P.O.V

When Harry and I arrived in London, where their next concert was planned to be, the boys were already there waiting for us. Although half of them were sleeping, but the half that wasn't, Liam and Louis, were very welcoming to me.

After talking to Liam for a while, Louis yelled into a megaphone, who knows where came from, that he positioned right before Niall's ear. I swear he jumped in his sleep before sitting up right. We all cracked up.

"Not funny guys." Niall says. We just keep laughing though. "Who's the girl?" Niall asks noticing me for the first time. I actually get kind of anxious.

"She's Harry's girlfriend." Zayn explains. Who is apparently up now too. Honestly I don't think anyone in the airport is asleep anymore.

"I'm Andrea." I tell Niall and extend my hand out for him to shake while exchanging glares with Zayn.

"It seems that you two have already met." Niall motions to me and Zayn.

"Yeah." Zayn leaves it at that.

"Are you ready guys!" Harry hollers from over by where my luggage was set.

Niall directs him a thumbs up and hops up out of his spot in the row of chairs.

We all gather inside their tour bus and head off. Zayn pushes the curtain aside covering the entrance to his bed and slips under the covers with his eyes already shut tightly.

I was surprise he didn't wake up because we were talking pretty unreasonably loud for being in the same room with a sleeping person.

Harry sits with one arm around me and the other tapping away at his phone.

"So, Niall, where are you from?" I ask. I already know, it was just the best conversation starter I could think of.

"Mullingar, Ireland." He replies. Then pulls five suckers out if his pocket and plops one into his own mouth and distributes the rest to those of us who are not sound asleep.

"Were you glad I let you stay at my house now, Harry?" Louis laughed and Niall joined in.

Harry kicked him and mumbled something that sounded like, "maybe," under his breath which made them laugh any harder.

"I don't mean to break up your little laughter fest," I say, "but may I ask where the bathroom might be?"

"Back there." Harry points.

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Angela's P.O.V

"What are you doing here?!" I ask the man who I was once in love with who is now holding flowers standing in my driveway.

"Listen, I made a mistake and I need to fix it. I never should have left you." He explains. I am stunned.

"It's kind of to late for th-" I start but am interrupted by the touching of his lips to mine. Of his fingertips to my hips. And surprisingly, my palm, to his cheek.

It felt good for about ten seconds. that's when reality comes rushing through me and I restrain myself.

"What?" He questions my pulling back.

"We can't do this, we, we just can't." I force myself to say.

"Oh." He sighs.

"Where's Andrea? Where's Kylie? Are they okay? Are you okay?" All kinds of questions start to pour out of him.

I quickly hush him and pull him inside. I shut the door behind us.