The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter Sixteen

Harry's POV

Three Days Later

Today was the day! We had successfully finish shows in Australia, Italy, and a final one back in London. I was so ready to go home. I loved the tour, but I just wanted to see Chelsea's face. I wanted to clear the air and hope that she would take me back.

Right now I was packing my bags in my London home. There was really no need to stay in a hotel, so we all just took a room at my house. I placed all of my suits in one suitcase while my street cloths went in the other one. I zipped them up and walked them down the stairs. I placed my bags with the others bags by the door.

As I walked into the kitchen, I spotted everyone sitting at the island. They were all talking ans sharing a life. Adam was telling stories about the tour while Mitch and Sarah were listening. Clare was on a facetime call with on of her relatives, and Jefferey was in the corner doing business as usual.

"Hey Harold!" Jefferey spoke up when I walked into the kitchen area.

I smiled and waved at him. I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. I twisted the cap off and took a sip. It was refreshing. I leaned against the counter and started to tune into Adam's conversation. 

"So, I told her that I wasn't down and she was so drunk she still was pulling at my pants." Adam said. 

The room broke out in a laughter, including me. I looked out the window and saw what I beautiful day it was.  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a picture of the sky. Chelsea loved picture like this. In fact, she was usually the one taking them.

I smiled and opened Instagram. If Chelsea was going to ignore my phone calls there was no way she could ignore my post. I placed the picture in an upload and wrote out my caption. 

harrystyles: 'The Sky Was So Blue, But The View Is All You'

I posted the picture and was immediately swarmed by likes and comments. I read through some of them. I laughed at how thirsty some of my fans were. But it was okay, I still loved them with all my heart. I went over to Chelsea's profile and looked at her post. She had last posted a picture two weeks ago. It was of her and Dave at a restaurant . I was kind of surprised that she hadn't posted something else yet. She was always on Instagram and Snapchat. 

I looked at the time and saw that we had to leave very soon. Jefferey noticed the time and let everyone know that it was time to go. We all grabbed our stuff and piled into a total of three cars. When we arrived in the airport, we all checked in. We were all going in different directions so we hugged before we walked of on our separate ways.

Jefferey and Clare joined me and we went to sit in the waiting area for L.A bound flights. It only took about half an hour before we were boarding our flight. We took off right on schedule. It was smooth sailing and the service was exceptional. Before we knew it, we had landed at LAX.

I hadn't told Chelsea I was coming home, so I ended up picking my car up from the car park and driving home myself. I was exhausted from the ten hour flight, but I was so excited to see Chelsea. The hour drive to our house was short lived and I practically jumped out of the car before I even turned it off. 

I pulled my key out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. When I walked in, the lights were all off. There was a bottle of tea spilling all over the floor. I walked over and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the mess up. I was surprised Chelsea hadn't gotten it. She was always particular about those things.

Once I was done with that, I walked around the first floor to see if Chelsea was there. I couldn't see a singal sign of her.

"Chelsea! Are you home?" I called out from the bottom of the stairs.