Haven't Met You Yet

Chapter 19- Still With Me

Chapter 19:

During the plane flight, I decided to go sit by Zayn, exchanging seats with Lou. I was feeling a bit tired and thought it'd be nice to sleep beside someone who's also asleep, and Harry and Lou can have some "Larry" time. I personally find their friendship adorable, especially with their bromance name "Larry Stylinson". When I wake up, I wake to someone shaking me.

"El, it's time to go, we're here." It's Zayn, I notice my head's resting on his shoulder as I squint my eyes open, adjusting to the indoor plane lights.

"What time is it?" I ask with a cracked voice.

"London time, 3:30 in the afternoon."

I brush back my bangs and let out an unexpected yawn. I look over where Harry and Louis were sitting, and see them getting their luggage out from the bunker. Me and Zayn do the same and walk off the plane, following after the rest. When we reach the luggage claim to retrieve the rest, I hear faint screams and yells for the boys. I look over at Harry, he looks tired, yet fully awaken from being approached by my eyes. I walk over to him, he lets out a soft sigh. I wrap an arm around his waist and the other on his chest, he moves his arm around my shoulder. I look up to him, he seems a bit sad.

"What's wrong, babe?" I question, resting my head on his shoulder, still looking up at him.

"It's nothing, just tired."

I rub his back gently. "Did you sleep at all on the plane flight?" He just shakes his head. "Harry, that was a 9 hour flight, and we left the airport in Florida at 1 in the morning." I protest as our luggage arrives.

I see Louis' approach, but it passes him without his notice, causing him to run after it. "Lou! It'll come back around!" Liam yells after him.

I chuckle a little at the sight. I see my bag approach and quickly grasp the handle to pick it up. I see Harry's come, following behind mine and swiftly pick it up with my open hand. He tries to grab his and my bag from me.

"No, you didn't get any sleep, you might be too weak to bare the weight. Just hold on to your carry-on for now." I say shrugging his hand off the bags.

He just nods and yawns. When we've all gathered our things, and Lou stopped riding the luggage claim spinning thing, we all headed towards the front. The sunlight, coming through the front doors, was in my sight, I noticed quite a large crowd. Harry rushes a secured hand around my waist, not sure what's going to happen, or how everything's gonna go down. As we move closer and closer to the girls, they begin to yell, "Welcome Home!" I go into awe, as a bunch of smiles slip the boys and the fans faces. Their fans here are much more, calm and shy and kind of timid. I love it here already! Girls begin to politely ask the boys for some photos and autographs, I just stand to the side smiling at girls beside me.

"You're Ella Parish! Can I please have a photo with you?" A girl around her early teens asks me.

"But, what for? I'm not famous.." I reply giving a confused smile.

"You may not be famous like celebrity famous, but in our eyes, you're a Goddess."

"Aw, you're too sweet... Sure, I'd be honored."

I scooched in closer to her as she pulls out her phone infront of us. I give my most modest smile and wrap an arm around her. Click.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaims, giving a toothy grin.

"No, no, thank you for making my day." I say giving her a friendly hug.

I look beyond the crowd to see Harry taking a photo with a fan. I move through the swarm of fans, only in reaching length to Zayn. I tug on his skateboard, making him turn around. He offers his open hand to me, I rush my hand onto his. Who knew it'd take this long to just get out of the airport. We make our way to the rest at the van, me and Zayn still hand in hand. Lou nudges me, reminding me about Harry. I let go of Zayn's hand, and accidentally blush. I forgot to mention, Lou found out about what happened between me and Zayn during the Caroline problem and the fling before that. I made him swear not to tell Harry about it.

"Shotgun!" Niall childishly yells, running to the passengers seat.

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After a long nap, I wake up on the couch in Harry's flat. I sit up and put my used to be curly hair in a pony tail. After, I enter the kitchen to make some Yorkshire tea. I look at the time, 7:56 pm. I guess Harry's still sleeping, at least he's getting the rest he needs. I grab my phone out of my purse while I let the water boil, I have 3 new text messages.

Mom: "Hey hun, glad you landed safely. Love you! -Mom x" It's probably around 9 in the morning back home.

"Hey mom, London's great! It's absolutely beautiful! I love you too :)" I reply back.

Eleanor: "Hey beautes. Heard you're in town? Let's hang. :) x" Recieved that text at 6:30.

"Hey! Yeah, I'm in this beautiful city you call home. :) Sure, sorry this is late... Jetlag. :/" I reply.

Oh no...

Justin: "So, I hear you're dating that guy from that boyband, what a tool."

He doesn't deserve a reply. I delete his message and get back to my boiling water. When I hear the loud screech of the steam, I quickly turn off the stove and put a tea bag in my mug. I carefully pick up the hot pot, and pour water into the mug. I feel two arms hug me from behind me, making me flinch, spilling boiling hot water on me.

"Harry, hot, hot, ow!" The water got all over my shirt, burning my skin beneath the thin layer of cloth.

"Take your shirt off!" Harry panics.

I do as he says, peeling off the wet shirt, only to reveal my red, blistering tummy.

"Ah, ow.. You scared me!" I say slapping him playfully.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were so.. Jittery." He replies, walking back over to me with ice wrapped in a cold towel.

I flinch as he presses it against my stomach. "Well, I'm vulnerable when I've just awaken." I say slowly pecking him, feeling him smile between kisses. I press my hands on his chest.

He takes one of his hands and layers it with mine. I can feel his thumb rubbing the top of my palm. "I'm really sorry." He whispers onto my lips before going down on me, leveled with my belly.

He softly kisses it in a pattern of a heart, outlining the red marks. "Thank you for kissing it better." I giggle.

He stands back up, eye level with me, smirking. "I'll go get you some burn medication."

I nod, and turn back towards my mug as he leaves the room. I pick it up and see that there's enough water in it. I tilt my head a little, looking at it like a confused Pug, then take a little sip of it. YUM. The warm sweet liquid flowing down my dry throat, just what I needed. I head out, back into the living room and turn on the tv as I waited for Harry to return. I grab the blanket and wrap it around my exposing torso, while letting out a cough. I hope I'm not catching something.

"Here, love." He says, walking over towards me, handing me the medication.

"Thanks." I say, grabbing it. I smile and pat down the empty space next to me. "I don't bite."

"Sure about that? What about those love bites?" He asks pulling down his collar, showing off the hickey I gave him.

"That's, different." I stutter.

He chuckles and places his arm around me. I cuddle into him while scrolling through the channels, the channels here are a lot different. I find a channel that's having a horror film marathon, I look up at Harry, as if asking to watch it. He presses the center button on the remote, signaling yes. We sit there, watching Thirteen Ghosts. I curled into Harry as a pop-up popped up on the screen.

He held onto me, rubbing my shoulder. "I won't let anyone or anything hurt you." He whispers to me.

His words calmed me.. This is the first time I've actually felt safe. The only other man who ever made me feel safe was my dad. Having Harry here, it just feels like he's still with me, watching over me.