Simply Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 

Harry

 

October 16, 2013

 

It’s a sudden wake up for me, and I do so with a groan as I roll out of bed. Tour today. And… In three hours our flight leaves. Sounds great to me, a daylong flight to wind down a bit. I loved Australia the last time we went, and apparently it’s going to be quite warm. It’s October, so it’s their second month of spring, and according to sources, in summer and spring, a 30 degree Celsius day is very cool.  I’m hoping it won’t be quite that hot, because damn, that is roasting.

I ended up packing yesterday, so I’m ready to go. All I need is a (probably long) shower, breakfast and clothing. Of course, I’ve got to get to the airport, but that’s minor and expected.

I trudge to the shower and get in, avoiding the cold spurts of water, as it turns hot. A thorough shower later, I’m dressed and eating. We’ve got to be at the airport an hours before the flight, and it’s a half hour drive. That gives me another forty-five minutes before I need to leave. I’ll call a cab to come and pick me up, for leaving my car at the airport for a month probably wouldn’t be wise.

Breakfast consists of four slices of toast with butter and jam, along with a tall glass of apple juice. It’s quick and easy, and all I have left to do is brush my teeth and make sure I’m presentable before I leave, and I’m planning on calling the taxi company early so it’s on time. I am not keen on the idea of being late to a flight.

After calling the taxi and organizing it, I slump in the couch with my pile of luggage beside me.

Half an hour to kill before the taxi arrives. Half an hour to stew in my own thoughts. Just what I need. Get the sarcasm?

Finally, I hear a horn beep from out the front, so I grab my stuff and head out to the waiting cab. I arrive at the airport just on time, and catch sight of a waiting Niall.

“Haz,” he greets me as we make our way towards the customs. We decide against waiting for the others, figuring they’re either already in the terminal or haven’t got here yet, and we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.

“Hey Niall.” I reply quietly, kind of scared.

“Don’t fret, mate. Nothing has changed. Plus, I figured it might have happened anyway.” Niall pats my back as well he can with his hand full.