If You Would [h.s.] HOLD

Thirty

The plane lands and I still haven't seen Harry, Louis, or Mak. I stand up and go to reach for a few of my things.

I hear some giggling and whispering and I look behind me to see everyone, including Mak, all gathered in a circle talking and joking around. None of them paying any attention to me. I look back down at my things and shove them all in the little bag I carried on board before standing up and beginning to walk out. As I start walking Harry looks up front the back of the group and we make eye contact before I look away quickly, tears start to brew in my eyes. I don't hear him coming after me as I exit the plane doors. I just hear them laugh some more.

Even my best friend is too engulfed in their lives to pay attention to what's going on with me. I wonder if Harry told them about what I said and how I felt? Maybe they're subtly hinting that they don't want to talk to me by ignoring me. Do any of them even know that I left? I try and suck the tears back in that are threatening to spill over. My body feels weak at the thought of just being easily forgotten and pushed aside. I begin to regret saying what I did. Not because I didn't mean it but because any Harry is better than no Harry.

As I walk down the final step of the plane stairs onto the ground, Hans and another body guard stand at the bottom. I wave slightly at them and put my sunglasses on before starting to walk inside of the airport. I hear footsteps behind me and see the unnamed body guard following me.

"Uhm, why are you following me?" I stop and ask. He stops as well.

"Jordan has asked for you to be escorted at all times." I raise my eyebrow at his response.

"Jordan?" I ask. The name sounds familiar.

"The manager of One Direction." He responds shortly once again. I nod.

"I've never met him. I'm pretty sure he can't assign me a body guard." I chuckle at the idea and start walking. He follows me again and I stop again right outside of the doors.

"Seriously you don't need to follow me. I can take care of myself." I roll my eyes.

"It's my job ma'am." I sigh and accept the fact that he will be following me.

"Ugh fine. But do not call me ma'am. Call me Evie." I open the door and he holds it open the rest of the way so I can walk through with ease.

"My name is Ken." He respond and I smile slightly.

"Okay Ken. You can follow me on one condition." I turn around quickly, catching him off guard. He stops abruptly and raises his eyebrow.

"Go on."

"If a fan asks to take a selfie or talk to me, you are not allowed to swoosh me or them away. Got it? They are important." I turn around and hear him scoff under his breath. But he doesn't deny the condition so I'm assuming he's okay with that.

As we get deeper into the airport I see a few stops for food and drinks, but most importantly I see a Starbucks. I nearly skip all the way to the barista. The thought of coffee lightens my mood immensely.

"Hi! I would like a venti iced macchiato please." I smile and dig out some of the cash that was in my wallet. She starts putting in the order but then looks up at me, I can tell she recognizes me.

"Uhm. You're the girl that's dating Harry Styles right?" She asks and smiles. I nod in response.

"Yep. That's me. Evelyn." I hand her the money and she gives me back my change.

"Are you here to watch him perform?" She continues and I nod again.

"Yeah. He's here with the boys somewhere." I shrug.