My best friend... h.s

15

In The Morning - Razorlight

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I arrived in London at about 10:30, having really enjoyed my journey in first class. It was so lovely of Harry to do that for me, but I couldn't help feel a little guilty that I had been the reason he wanted to fork out a load of money just to make my life slightly more comfortable. I left the train at Euston and went into the busy area of the train station but the exit where Harry had directed me to go. I saw a man in a black suit and tie, looking like someone from the CIA or the FBI, holding a white placard with my name written across it in black marker pen. I smiled at the man, even though he wasn't looking directly at me. When I reached him, he looked down at me, not smiling.

"I'm Florence Jones."

"Do you have any identification?" I stared up at him, knowing I had none with me.

"Um-no, but I can show you Harrys pho-" He interrupted me by throwing his hand over my mouth. "What the fuck." I mumbled against his hand, jerking my head away.

"Sorry, Miss. Anyone could have been listening." He said gruffly. I nodded curtly at him. He stared down at the phone in my hand, silently asking to see Harry's contact number. I rolled my eyes and pulled it up for him to see. He nodded once and grabbed my bag from the floor, and began walking away from me with it hung over his shoulder. I picked up my other bag and jogged to catch up with him. We left the station and he opened the back door of a black ranger rover for my to climb into, taking my bags off me and throwing them in the boot. There was a note taped to the seat beside me. Once we had pulled away from the station I unstuck it and gave it a read.

Florence,
Welcome to London! I knew you've been here before but you have never been on your own so welcome! Sorry if Mike was a bit rough, he is extremely overprotective over us. The boys and I are at the house so we will be there when you get here although you will need a pair of sunglasses and a hoodie. I have put one of my hoodies on the passenger seat and Mike will give it to you when you leave the car. I would imagine you're clever enough to bring sunglasses to London in the summer ;). I'm very excited to see you, I've missed you Baby.

See you soon Love,
Harry xx

I smiled at his note before pulling my sunglasses from my bag. Mike and I drove silently for about 5 minutes before he pulled to a stop. He turned around and opened his mouth to speak, but I shook my head and held my hands out for the jumper. He nodded, a slight smile gracing his features as he knew that I already knew what to do. He jumped out of the car before coming to open my door.

"Keep your head down, I can't see any paparazzi but there may be some at a greater distance." He walked next to me holding my bags whilst I had my rucksack on my back. He jogged up the stone steps before opening the door and ushering me inside. He shut the door and locked it, and I waited for him to unlock the door that was in front of me. He did so, and as soon as it was open I was greeted with a mix of boyish colognes.

"Harry? Come and collect your girlfriend!" Mike called up the stairs. I cringed at the title but hid it well only offering him a small smile and a thank you when he left into another room. It was silent for a moment before I heard a load of stomps from upstairs, sounding like elephants trying to run down stairs. I walked towards the stairs, now being able to see all the way up. A moment later, Harry's smiling face rounded the corner as he threw himself downstairs and into my arms for a hug. He came at me with such force I had to take a step back to steady myself. He buried his head into my neck, subtly peppering it with kisses. I gave him a mental glare, but squeezed him back. I lifted my head from his shoulder to be confronted with four other boys. I tried to pull away from Harry but he only squeezed me tighter. Instead I patted his shoulder and he eventually got the message. He pulled back, smiling down at me, whilst I gave a subtle nod to the boys standing behind him. He whipped around, on,y to be confronted with the cocky smiles of 4/5s of one direction. He smiled at them before turning back to me.