"How about a date?"
"How about, no"
"Oh come on, at least get to know me first"
"Exactly how if I don't enjoy your company?"
"Can we still be friends?"
Justin is interested in Louis, but Louis could care less after being left for someone else.
Let'...
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"Come on! MOVE IT!"
As Harry kept honking at some cars to get them to move out of the way, I sat in the passenger seat with my right leg shaking up and down impatiently. My anxiety was taking a toll on me, fearing that we wouldn't make it to Justin on time since these cars wouldn't fucking move. I swear can't people take out their luggage any slower?!
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"What time is it?"
"It's 10:15 am"
"I'm going to leave you here at the drop off area while I go find parking somewhere. Hopefully you can make it to him on time"
"Okay, got it!"
Harry quickly pulls up at the drop off area, moving his car in front of the entrance as he unlocks his car doors. I unbuckled my seatbelt, ready for him to stop. He parks his car in the entrance along with others, making him turn to me as he motions me to get out.
"Alright go! Hurry!"
I leap out of the car, turning around to close the door. I look at Harry, making eye contact with the curly headed boy. I could tell he was still hurting but he was very adamant about me doing this. It's a bit sad knowing that there were six years of history between us, and I'm truly thankful for those years. But now I'm ready to start a new journey with the man I love with all my heart, and I can't thank Harry enough for helping me get to him.
"Thank you, Hazza"
"You're welcome, boobear. Now go!"
I smirked, closing the door before sprinting towards the entrance door. I hopped inside, looking both ways as I quickly run over to the escalator. I didn't even wait to go up, I just ran up the stairs, not caring if they were staring at a weirdo with just his PJs on and no shoes. I make it to the top, running my fingers through my hair as I run over to the gate he will most likely be in.
I ran off, my feet hitting the hard cold floor, avoiding any people from running over them. I don't have time to waste. My heart beats rapidly, some sweat coming down my forehead. I look up at the digital clock they had on the walls, 10:25 am.
