Curse // H.S {Editing}

Chapter 37

Oh no not again. This time I'm careful. I am wearing my sunglasses taking a Lesson from the last time, my eyes almost popped out of my head.

Again everybody is calling to him and I walk hand in hand with him through the crowd. It's 11:30 pm yet there are so many people here outside LAX.

"You look great together!" Somebody says. Aww I wanna turn back and give that person a hug!

"Harry?! How was your vacation?!" A man on my right walking with Harry asks as he points camera in his face.

"It was absolutely amazing , thank you" Harry answers him.

"Who's this pretty lady with you?!"

Before he could answer that the guard pushes him back along with the people around him. He is tall and big, that is a left hand job for him ,pushing a dozen people back all together.

"That wasn't as bad as last time." I say to Harry taking my glasses off.

"You get used to it" he smiles. We board our plane half and hour later. I wanna ask him about Emma and their secret but I don't wanna spoil the moment. It's so good to be with him alone and not to forget what we did just about a couple of hours ago. One of the best memories of my life.

I switch on my phone under my sheet to see if there is any message from my mum.

It is 5:00 am according to PST . I change my clock back to GMT. It's 1:00 pm in London . She must be at work. I quickly switch it off before anyone catches me. Harry is asleep beside me. I just can't get enough of him. He is so calm and his lips so soft, sleeping like a baby. He has his arms folded and his sheet is just hanging on his knees. It is hard to believe that this boy gives heart attacks to million girls out there. I'm one of them but then again I'm here they are not. I pull up his sheets to his shoulder which again slide down to his biceps. I smile and try to lock my arms with his. I know he is sleeping but as I push my hand he raises his arms a bit giving me access to loop my hand through it. He knows me well!

After 11 hours of tiring journey we are home. It is 7:00 pm in London and my hair is all messed up. My eyeliner has disappeared and I look like Shit. Harry on the other hand looks as beautiful as ever.

"Would you excuse me for a moment? I gotta use the restroom. " I say to harry as we wait for luggage.

Asking for directions I find the restroom. I wait for it to get empty. After a minute I have the restroom all to myself . I quickly open my bag and take out my hair brush and face wash. Cold water against my skin wakes me up immediately. I wipe my face with my hanky and start brushing my hair. They are in knots! Agh! Twisting and turning and pulling and tugging my hair are finally tangle free. Pheww!

I put on some eyeliner and search through my bag for a mint. Please ! I just need one! Yes! Hah thank you god. I found a mint! I pop it in my mouth and exit the restroom. I see our luggage right outside. Oh maybe he went to the restroom as well. I wait with it, standing there as people pass by and stare at me perhaps thinking "what is she doing standing outside restroom with luggage?"

After a minute or so I see Harry coming out. His hair is wet. Was he taking a bath in there?

"Ready?" He asks as he wipes his face with a tissue.

"Yeah."

"Let's go"

He takes my luggage with his. I put on my sunglasses as I know what's coming, wrap my arms around Harry's We somehow make our way to the car that's waiting for us.

We sit inside the car while the guards put the luggage in car boot. Windows of this are painted black. You cannot see anything from outside in. So private. Harry takes my hand into his," I'm so glad we did this."