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RING RING RING! The hotel phone awoke me from my peaceful slumber. I rubbed my eyes and reached over Zayn to grab the cordless telephone. I pressed the answer button.
“Hello?” I mumbled tiredly.
“Hello, this is your 8:00am wake up call, courtesy of the Lowry Hotel.” a cheery voice sang.
“Okay, thank you.” I replied and pressed the end button. I set the phone back on the nightstand and turned over to Louis.
“Hubby, wake up. We have to get ready to go.” I whispered while shaking him. He opened his eyes and jumped out of bed.
“Superman is always ready!” he exclaimed and took off his pajama shirt. Underneath was a Superman t-shirt. I chuckled and turned over to Zayn.
“Zayn, wake up.” I whispered while rubbing his shoulder. His chocolate brown eyes slowly slid open and he smiled.
“How did you do that?” asked Louis. His eyes were opened wide and his mouth was gaping.
“Waking someone up nicely always works.” I said and grinned. Louis then went on for five minutes about how I had to be a witch or have some kind of power.
“Also, it does help that it’s you.” whispered Zayn. I blushed and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, brush my wavy brown hair, and apply some light makeup. I threw my hair into a high ponytail and walked out to pick out my outfit.
I saw my dress from last night lying on top of my bags and the memory of watching Harry and that girl came flooding back. A tear slipped down my cheek, followed by another, until I was full on sobbing. Zayn came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I just cried into his chest for a few minutes.
“How could he just let her kiss him?” I asked while looking up at Zayn, tears spilling from my eyelids. He didn’t answer. Zayn pulled me in for another hug and when I was done crying, I pulled away and looked at his shirt.
“Sorry about that.” I sniffled, looking at his white shirt which was now stained with mascara.
“No problem. I have other shirts.” he shrugged and stepped over to his suitcase. He pulled of his shirt and I gawked at his muscular, tan stomach. Realizing I was staring, I tore my eyes away before he noticed and turned to my suitcase to grab some clothes. I decided on a long sleeved black striped shirt, red skinny jeans, black TOMS, and a charm bracelet. On the bracelet, there were charms from all of my vacations. I had an Eiffel Tower charm from Paris, a Moped charm from Italy, an American flag from my travels in the United States, and a giraffe charm from Africa. After grabbing my clothes, I went into the bathroom to change.
All of us were ready by 8:30am and we met the rest of the boys and Paul in the elevator. I avoided Harry’s gaze and kept silent during the trip to the lobby. After what felt like an hour, but was really only a minute or two, we got out to the tour bus to ride to the airport. I hopped into one of the bunk beds and pulled the curtain shut. After opening my laptop, I checked Twitter. There was nothing particularly interesting, so I turned off my laptop and decided to try for a nap.
After about five minutes into my attempted slumber, my phone started to buzz, indicating a text message. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Harry. The text read “Can we talk?” I realized that we would have to discuss the situation eventually, so I typed back “Fine. Where?” He told me to meet him in the bathroom since there was nowhere else on the tour bus that was private. I got up from my bed and walked past the four boys watching TV. They looked at me sympathetically, so I figured that Louis and Zayn had filled them in. I continued on to the bathroom and opened the door. Harry sat on top of the toilet seat but immediately stood when I entered.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi.” I murmured. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.
“Why?” I asked, breaking the silence. He looked down.
“I don’t know why I didn’t stop her. I guess I had a little too much to drink, and I know that’s not an excuse. Just, please Isabel. Give me another chance. I swear I’ll never hurt you like that again.” he said as he took my hands in his and looked into my eyes. I couldn’t resist his green eyes. He looked so innocent with that hurt look on his face. I thought about it for a minute.
“Okay.” I finally said to him. His face lit up and he embraced me in a hug. He pulled away and looked at me.
“I love you.” Harry said.
“I love you, too.” I replied and smiled. He leant down and kissed me softly on my lips. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. He placed his arms around my waist and lifted me up slightly. I wrapped my legs around his torso and he sat me on the sink. The kiss grew more passionate and Harry slipped his tongue into my mouth.
“Oi! I need to pee! Hurry up.” shouted Niall. We broke apart, grinning at each other, and I got off of the sink. We stepped out of the bathroom.
“All yours, mate.” said Harry with a smile on his face. I grabbed his hand and led him to the living area. We both sat on the couch and I leant on his shoulder while we watched Spongebob Squarepants.
“So, you two are together?” asked Louis.
“Yup.” Harry replied, popping the ‘p’. Zayn looked away from us and stared at TV intently. I ignored that and watched Spongebob Squarepants until we arrived at the airport.
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