Haven't Met You Yet

Chapter 15- Proclaiming Live

Chapter 15:

El's POV:

My uncle walked in Zayn's room, checking he was gone, when he saw me on the couch with puffy eyes. The boys were leaving for their interview, while I sit here and be depressed.

"What's wrong, Elephant?" His nickname for me made me smile a bit.

"Nothing, just, alergies acting up." I say nodding. I noticed he had a plane ticket in his hand. "Where are you going?" I asked standing up and walking over to him, grabbing the ticket.

"I'm going back to LA for a meeting. I won't be back until tomorrow."

"Um, do you think I could come with? I think I want to go home.." I say, digging my way out of the conflict. Might as well just settle it like this.

"Sure, Elephant. But, you better hurry and pack. I have to be at the airport in 10 and we still have to get your ticket." I just nod. "I'll be down in the lobby."

Right as he leaves, I begin to pack. I didn't have much to pack, since everything stayed in my luggage. I changed into a red, black, and white button up, light blue denims, and my moccasins. I put my hair up in a ponytail, not even caring, and some light makeup on my face, to hide my large bags. When I was done, I wrote down my phone number on a piece of paper for Zayn and left it on the coffee table. I then headed out to the elevators. I took deep breaths, realizing this is it. As the elevator doors opened, I stepped in and went on Twitter. I saw a WWT that says '#1Dliveinterview'. My heart sank as memories of me and the boys play through my mind. I will miss them dearly. When the doors opened once again, I dragged my luggage behind me and walked towards my uncle who was writing something on a piece of paper.

"Give this to them when they return, you remember who, right?" The man standing behind the desk nodded his head.

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"A note for the boy's management, ready?"

"Yep." I replied, popping the p.

We made our way out to a stretched limo infront of the hotel, which brings back the memories of me, El, and Dani getting drunk, to me and the boys approaching to the premiere. I exhale sharply and step inside while the bell boy stuffs our luggage in the trunk.

"Are you sure about this?" My uncle asked one last time.

"Positive."

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Harry's POV:

"Once again, thank you guys for coming. One Direction, everyone!" Mark spoke into the mic.

When we stepped into the van, I sat down in the back next to Lou. I grabbed El's necklace out of my pocket and stared at it, rubbing my thumb over the heart. I felt Lou's arm wrap around my shoulder.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." He said reassuring me.

"I just hope she was listening." I looked out the window at the moving buildings and grasped the necklace tight in my hand.

As the van approached the hotel, my heart started beating fast. We all ran out of the car and into the hotel. We were on our way to the elevator when a man behind the desk stopped us.

"Um, excuse me Mr. Styles, Horan, Payne, Malik, and Tomlinson. I have a note for you."

We all walked over to him, Liam accepted the note the man was holding out to us. His eyes widened as in shocked.

"What does it say?" Niall asked impatient.

"She's.... She's gone." Liam stuttered.

I quickly snatched the note out of his hands and read it out loud. "Dear Boys, El has decided she wants to come with me back to LA. I'll be back tomorrow, but she's going to stay. We'll be waiting at Terminal 3, Gates 22-24. We won't be leaving until 11:00pm. -Andy" I handed Zayn the note and began walking away.

"Where are you going?" Lou asked from behind.

"To bed." I replied depressed.

"Don't you see what Andy is doing?! He gave us the information where they are and when they're leaving! He's telling us to go stop her!"

I froze in my tracks. I looked down at my watch, snapping back into reality. It's 10:15pm. "We gotta go!" I yelled turning around to face them. We all practically ran outside to the car. Louis sat in the drivers seat, we all buckled up as Lou began to drive.

"I think I have a plan.." Zayn said micheviously.

"Does it involve a butter sock?" Niall asked all of a sudden. All of our heads slowly turned to him, and our faces looking at him weirdly.

"Um, butter sock?" I ask. What the hell is a butter sock anyways.

"Never mind butter sock!!" Zayn shouted. "Guys, it might stall her from going through the flight. I mean, it may change her mind or something." Zayn continued.

I am very interested in this. "What is it Zayn?" I ask shaking him, excitedly.

"Woah, okay, calm down, lover boy." He said, shrugging me off. I let go of him and he continued, "Don't you remember someone who will also be leaving tonight at 12 pm, gate 25, East wing to London? Someone, dear to us?" He asked wiggling his eyes.

Who the hell was he talking about I don't know anyone that-- "Zayn! You are a genius!" I yell, hugging him.

He smirked and said, "Genius, I like the sound of that."

"Do you think he will help us?" I ask really hoping.

"He is the man, you know." Zayn said, starting to text my possible savior.

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El's POV:

Uncle Andy was able to buy the tickets, and now we are sitting in the waiting area. I looked at the little girl infront of me, who was playing One Thing on her phone. She looked up and smiled at me.

"I love them." she said with a wide grin.

I smiled back and said, "Me too."

Yes, I really do. Uncle Andy's voice then caught my attention. "Hm, I wonder how the interview went.." He said looking at me. I just shrugged and he stood up to call someone on his phone. Suddenly, a man beside me wearing sunglasses and reading a newspaper spoke up.

"I have a video recording of their interview." He said with his fancy British accent. His face looks familiar, also his voice reminds me of someone I used to watch on American Idol I think.. "Do you want to see it?" He asked.

Did I? I bit my lip then nodded. He handed me his iPhone and clicked on the television icon. A video popped up, I was watching the boys at the radio station.

"So Harry , how is it going with that special girl?" The woman interviewer asked.

Harry smiled then said, "She's still special to me." I blushed. Wow, he still has that effect on me. Harry then continued, "But I think I screwed it up, Ellen."

The woman, I guess Ellen, frowned. "Well, she might be listening or possibly watching.. Got anything to say?" Ellen asked.

Harry lowered his head. His face then looked up to the camera, and then the camera zoomed to his face. He moved in closer to the mic, "Ella Parish, I'm so sorry. And giving up is the last thing I'll do when it comes to me getting you back."

I paused the video, I can not finish it. My heart was beating really fast. He proclaimed that on live, let alone, international broadcasting station saying my name.

"I'd give him another chance if I were you. A guy like that deserves a second chance." The man said as I was returning his phone. He was right.

I looked back at him and said with all sincerity, "Thank you."