Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 104: Chick flicks. ;D

I wake up the next morning, and Harry is still asleep. I climb out of bed, and quickly change. I put on white shorts with a hot pink belt, and a black beaded shirt. Harry wakes up a little while later. All of us go down to breakfast. After a little while, I decide I really have to go. 

"I have to go." I say quietly. I hug each of the boys, and Harry walks me to my car.

I get in my car, shut the door, and stick my head out the window. 

"When will I see you again?" Harry asks. 

"Never. I'm getting in my little blue car, and driving all the way to New York. You will never ever see me again." I say teasingly. 

"Good! I wanna be as far away from you as possible!" He squeals. 

"I don't even want to be in the United States. At least while you're here!" I say with a smirk. 

"It saddens me that we live on the same planet." Harry says. 

"Oh shut up and kiss me." I blurt out. He doesn't have to be told twice. He places his lips on mine. 

"I really have to go. I'm sorry." I say quietly. He nods his head. 

"I love you!" I say quickly. 

"Love you too!" Harry says before I drive away.  

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I throw myself in Lilly's arms, and that's all we really have to say. We both know that the other one is sorry, and we didn't have to explain anything. We spend the whole day Twitter and Facebook stalking. It's quite fun. 

"Guys. I haven't seen my family in five days. I should go see them." I say at six.  

"Okay Brielle!" Lilly squeals. She hugs me tightly. I head out of the house, and back to mine.  

"MOVIE NIGHT!" My mom shrieks as I walk through the door.

"Where's dad and Derek?" I ask quickly. 

"Dad took Derek down to Hollywood for three days. Derek said he still needed time to cool down from that fight." Mom explains. I run upstairs and change into sweatpants. Mom has pulled out Mean Girls, The Notebook, Eat Pray Love, and Letters to Juliet. Oh. Chick flick night? We watch Mean Girls, and Letters to Juliet before I go up to my room and fall asleep. Or at least try. It's difficult. I slept in someones arms for five days, now I'm on my own. I eventually fall asleep, only to be waken by my phone. 

"Hello?" I moan. 

"Sorry for waking you. I was having trouble sleeping." 

"It's okay. I was having trouble sleeping too." I say quietly. We talk for a little while, before I fall asleep with the phone still on.