Mistakes: A Harry Styles/One Direction Fanfic *ON HOLD TILL FURTHER NOTICE*

Chapter 5

"Attention patrons," the flight attendant says into the intercom. "We will be landing at Heathrow International in half an hour. Please fasten your seat-belts."

"This is the most excited I've ever been in my whole life!" I say to Brian. I grab his arm. I look around and most of the people are either sleeping, reading, or fiddling with their phones.

"Mhm, that's nice," he replies, brushing me away. He's doing something on his phone...again. I frown and decide to pull out my phone. Automatically I go to Twitter. Good thing this plane has free wifi. I raise my eyebrows when I notice my mentions are blowing up. I have absolutely no idea why since I've been out of the One Direction scene for a while now. Scrolling through them, I find the source of it:

"@rachel_99: @sabrina_mathews94 and I earlier today at the airport! @Harry_Styles #sarry"

I look at the picture, and it's not a bad picture. The hashtag 'sarry' was probably the cause for all the retweets. I bet by tomorrow it will be all over the internet. But then Brian will find out and he'll kill me. I push the possibility of that happening and keep reading some of the tweets people have sent me:

"@niallsbby: @sabrina_mathews94 and @Harry_Styles seriously need to get back together. #sarry"

"@juliebeans: @Harry_Styles is mine so back off @sabrina_mathews94"

"@oohkillemx: I REMEMBER #SARRY IT WAS SO CUTE @sabrina_mathews94 @Harry_Styles"

I laugh at that one. Sometimes I miss having my mentions explode like this. I miss Harry.

"What's so funny?" Brian asks. He tries peeking over my shoulder at my phone but I inch away.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just on Twitter," I say, which isn't technically a lie.

"Oh. Twitter." He rolls his eyes. Brian doesn't have Twitter or any social media for that matter. I keep telling him if he wants to be big in foreign countries, let alone the US, he has to have a Twitter, but he refuses to make one. It's strange, but to each his own.

"Attention patrons," the flight attendant says into the intercom again. "Please turn off and put away all electronic devices. We will be landing in approximately ten minutes." I turn off my phone and place it back in the purse I have with me. Finally...

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"I cannot believe we're actually here!" I say when we enter the hotel room. It's a very nice room, too. The furniture is vintage and very elegant. Just my speed. There's a view of Buckingham Palace, which is absolutely gorgeous. I plop down on the king size bed. It's 10:45pm in London, but I'm not tired because of jet lag.

"Tomorrow we're going sight seeing," Brian says, yawning. "So maybe we should try and get some sleep."

"Yup. Where are you going to sleep?"

"Well I thought we could--"

"Oh yeah. That's right. We're sharing a bed." My mood changes from hyper to disappointed just like that. Brian lays down next to me. Immediately I get up and roll my suitcase into the room. I open it up and take out my pajamas.

"You know you don't have to be afraid about changing in front of me," Brian suddenly says, startling me. Are you on drugs or something?

"Um, yeah, okay. Well I prefer to keep my body to myself." I stalk over to the bathroom and shut the door. Unless I run into Harry, this is going to be a very long trip.

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*Harry's POV*

"Your phone keeps going off," Zayn yells through the bathroom door. "It's annoying."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be out in a minute." I quickly zip up my pants and wash my hands.

"Finally. It must've gone off like a thousand times," Louis says, handing me my phone. All the notifications are from Twitter. I unlock my phone to see what all the fuss is about. Holy shit.

"@rachel_99: @sabrina_mathews94 and I earlier today at the airport! @Harry_Styles #sarry"

I show Louis and Zayn the picture. Their jaws drop. Not literally, though. They just look surprised.

"Wonder where she's going," Louis says. "It'd be awesome if she were coming here."

"That would not be awesome," I say. "If I ran into her on the street...I would freeze. I'd look like an idiot."

"So? Maybe she still likes you, you never know," Zayn says.

"She broke up with me. She doesn't like me anymore." I plop down on the couch. Why, Sabrina? Why'd you have to do this to me?

"Have you called her back yet?"

"What do you think?"

"Harry...she's going to think you don't care anymore," Louis says.

"What if I don't care? She broke my heart so she doesn't deserve to have me call her back." I stalk out of the room and into the kitchen. I run my fingers through my hair. Not a day has gone by that I don't think of you...