I Ran Away With Him

Welcome to Australia

Chapter 19

Welcome to Australia

"We will be landing in 10 minutes, all you sleepy heads, please find a seat and put your seat belt on. Thank you for flying with us," announces a lady on the intercome. I see all the boys, except Harry, file out if the bedroom, their hair tousled in every direction, and their boxers on with a T-shirt. They looked really cute when they just wake up. I click my seat belt on and await for our landing.

10 minutes later......

I get up out of my seat, stretching. I grab my suitcase from the compartment above and roll out of the plane. It was bright, very bright. Also very hot, I thought the sun was going to burn my flesh, but it didn't. I quickly walk inside, the boys following my every move. It was cool inside the airport, and also there weren't as many fans in Australia, than there was in Japan. The boys walked out of the airport, signing a couple albums, and snapped some pictures with crazy fans, and walked into a white van. It wasn't like one of the vans that a kidnapper would be in, more like a bunch of famous people. I hop in the van, Louis and Liam sat next to me and Harry, Zayn, and Niall all sit behind us. Of course Harry wasn't talking to me, he is such a big baby sometimes, he makes me mad, a lot. For the rest of the ride I just stared out the window on Louis's side. The boys started laughing and joking.

"Hey Kay?" asks Niall.

"What!" I answer coldly.

"Uh nothing...." He replies nervously. The boys all whisper, leaving me out of their conversation. Then Liam asks," Hey Kay is it that time of the month?" I turn towards Liam and slap him in the arm screaming," SHUT UP!" The boys stop talking and everything was silent.

We arrived at the hotel 20 long and quiet minutes later. We file out of the van. None of the boys walked with me, or talked to me like they usually did, but I didn't care. I walked in the hotel. It was a beachy theme, with a beautiful fountain in the middle of the lobby. Liam checked into the hotel. We silently walked into our beautiful hotel room. The theme went with the lobby's. The boys all picked their rooms, but instead of all the rooms being taken like last time, there was one more empty room. I opened the door to find a king sized bed, that had a blue comforter, a white bed frame with little seashell decals drawn on it. There was a door leading to a beautiful balcony. The room was beautiful. I place my tiny suitcase in the corner of the room and collapse onto the bed. I laid on my stomach, crying into the covers. I felt alone, the boys wouldn't talk to me, and I am being stalked for crying out loud. I can't be alone, but I am. I'm just so vurnerable. It's not like I have anything to do. No hobby. I don't have a dream career. My life is a complete mess! I sob into the covers for a couple of minutes, until someone opens the door.

"What?" I groan.

"Umm we just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the beach with us?" asks one of the boys. I look at the person inturding on my time of self pity. It was Zayn.

"Yeah, sure, I guess..." I reply tiredly.

"Ok!" he replies cheerfully walking out of my room. I reached toward my suitcase and pulled out my 2 piece bikini. The top was strapless. It was a pinkish peach color with a fringe. The bottoms were white with that pinkish peach color as an accent. Once I put the bikini on I looked at my self in a full body mirror. I did what any other girl does in a mirror, point out my flaws. Once I was done with that I pulled out a strapless cover up that was peach. I slid it over my body, and but on some flip flops. I left my room to meet the boys in the living room. They looked up and down my body, making me feel selfconcious.

"Well let's get going," I announce.

"Oh, yeah sorry," replies Louis. We walk out the door, with Harry trailing behind. I wanted to talk to him, I just wanted to be friends, but he just shut other people out. I had to talk to him. I fall back in the group meeting Harry.

"Hey," I whisper. He just keeps silent. I nudge him with my shoulder.

"Stop!" he demands.

"Ok, sorry. I just wanted to talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"I still want to be friends, I'm just not attracted to you."

"Are you so sure about that? Kay?" My eyes widen, he was right.

"Y-yes I'm sure about it, but I hate it when we won't talk."

"Fine we can still be friends, if I have to." He smiles.

"Oh you were missing me," I joke.

"Suuurrree I was," he replies. I punch him in the arm. I was glad we were friends again, but in a way I wish we were more than friends, but it's the way it has to be.

We arrive at the beautiful white sandy beaches of Australia 10 minutes later. I lay my towel down on an empty spot. I slide my cover up off my body, and lay on the towel. The boys were each doing something different. Liam and Louis were surfing, Harry and Niall were building a sand castle, and Zayn was swimming around, with floatys, of course. I continue to sun tan until Harry comes to me and literally begs me to join him and Niall. I sigh and grant his request. I trudge to where Niall is patiently waiting for my arrival.

"Aren't you two a little too old for building sandcastles?" I ask.

"Aren't you a little too old to be using a My Little Pony beach towel?" he retorts pointing to my beach towel.

"Don't hate!" I reply sitting down to help the boys build their stupid sandcastle. I can't complain though I used to make sandcastles all the time when I was younger, but I never really liked the beach, all the other girls did. But let's face it I wasn't like the other girls, seriously I like Doctor Who and My Little Pony (still do). I hated sports and always played the sims or other computer games, such as Minecraft and World of Warcraft (still play those games). But I did love fashion and always wanted to be a fashion designer and open up my own boutique. A girl can only dream.....

"Hey Kay, can you get some water for the moat?" asks Harry waking me from my thoughts.

"Umm sure..." I reply getting up and strolling over to the water. I fill the little bucket that the boys provided me with and walk back over to their unfinshed sandcastle. I hand the bucket to Harry and sit back down.

"Why don't you guys go swimming?" I ask.

"We will only go swimming if you join us," implies Harry.

I roll my eyes and say," Fine!" I get up from where I was sitting and trudge back over to the water. Something wasn't right.... I'm afraid my dad's minions will strike again. I shouldn't think about it, most likely there aren't in Australia, right? I just hop into the water and swim with the boys, my friends.

To think they weren't here was wrong. It was wrong to think that. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the burly men that tried to capture me. I panic, I didn't know what to do, we had to leave the beach! No! We had to leave Australia! Then I suddenly realized something. I had no escape, they were everywhere. They had a whole army, a whole army against me. I was their single enemy, and they wanted to capture me, their single enemy. I needed some allies. I looked at the boys, I needed them. I had to tell them what is going on. I needed to tell them quick. Of course, I wasn't going to tell them now, I didn't want to worry them.

I crawl into my bed, exhausted. We spent the whole day out and I was too coward to tell them about my problem. The only one who knew was......Harry.... and I haven't told him the worst part. Suddenly I here a quiet knock on the door. I groan and crawl out of my bed and open the door. It was Harry. I suddenly lose all control, and hug him. I hug that skinny little body and his curly hair was in my face, but I didn't care. It was like my brain went to sleep, and let my heart decide what to do. Surprisingly I like my heart's desicions better than my brain's. Of course I didn't kiss him, my heart had some boundries.

"Are you ok?" He asks worridely. I just shake my head, tears running down my face onto his shirt.

"Umm..Do you need a tissue?" he asks again. I just laugh.

The moment was sweet. I missed Harry, and I think I loved him. I wanted to stay with this band forever, but it had to end sometime. The tour wasn't going to stay on forever, in fact I joined them with 3 weeks left in their tour. When the tour ended, they brought me back home, of course, I made up with the rest of the boys. Once they left me at that airport, I never saw them since. I never saw those men, working with my dad, as well. But sometimes, just sometimes, I think that I might see them again sometime.