Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 29, Next stop: London

Kylie's P.O.V. 

"Done." I murmured, packing my last pair of Jimmy Choo stiletto heels into my shoes suitcase. I had 6 in all. Two for my shoes, one for accessories, two more for my clothes, and my last one was for makeup and beauty supplies like hair brushes, hair curlers, flat iron, etc. 

I heard my phone ring. I fished in the back of my jeans, but it wasn't there. 

"Shit." I exclaimed, realizing I had packed my phone at the bottom of my accessories suitcase. I quickly opened it, throwing my jewerly everywhere. "Got it."

"Hello, babe?" It was Harry.

"Hey!"

"So how's it going in there?"

"Fine. I just finished packing, want me to come now?" I asked, quickly putting the things back in the suitcase. 

"Yeah love, we sent a taxi to your house. Me and the boys are almost there." 

I looked out my window. "Yup. The car's here. Meet you there."

"Can't wait to see you." Harry said. I could practically hear him smile. 

"Me too. Love you."

"Love you more." I smiled at his last comment, turning to the mirror. I was grinning like an idiot. 

"Miss? Miss...we're here." I felt a hand shake my shoulder.

"Wha-what?" My eyes fluttered open in one quick motion. I looked outside my tinted window. The car was literally on the runway of the airport. Like where all the planes land and depart. 

I got out of the car, hearing the driver come behind me. He was carrying three of my suitcases. I carried the other. "Thanks." I smiled, taking a good look around. 

I spotted the boys right away, and ran over to them. I probably looked like a fool running in my 5-inch high heels and rolling 6 suitcases behind me. Yup, I was right. When the boys saw me, they all burst in laughter. 

Zayn hit Liam in the shoulder. "See?! I'm not the only one that brought 6 bags." Zayn retorded. Liam rolled his eyes. 

"Zayn, you brought 6 suitcases only filled with hair products. Not to mention 4 more suitcases just for your shoes, and even more for your clothes."

I laughed. Harry completely ignored them, staring at me. "What's the 6 suitcases for, babe?" He chuckled. I lightly punched him in the chest. 

"Ow! Haz, have you been working out?!" I gasped, feeling pain stagger through my hand. Harry lifted his chin, proudly lifting up his shirt. He revealed a set of very toned abs, and a torso any guy would kill to have. This was nothing I haven't seen before. What can I say? My boyfriend is one hot motherfu-

Louis snapped me out of my trance. "So why 6?"

"Lou, this tour is 5 months long! I'm afraid 6 suitcases isn't enough!" I exclaimed. The boys all looked at each other, laughing harder than ever.

Niall came from behind me, his familiar Abercrombie scent filling my nostrils. His right arm hung over my shoulder, his left carrying only one suitcase. 

"Babe, have you not noticed that your best friends-" He started.

"AND BOYFRIEND!" Harry cut in. We all chuckled. 

"Are world-wide famous popstars?" Niall continued. I looked up at him.

"NOt to mention how sexy we are!" Zayn held his finger in the air. 

"Lads, will you let me finish my sentence?!" Niall screeched. We all nodded. 

"But ANYWAY, we can buy you anything. We're goi-" Niall was cut off again. But this time, not because someone interrupted him, but because he just stopped his sentence. Like he just stopped right there.