Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 117: Now quit whining.

The next few days we just hang around the hotel. It kills me knowing that I only have less then a week with them. Does it kill them, knowing they have less then a week with me? I doubt it. Or maybe they do. We have four days until their flight leaves for New York. We are going to the mall tomorrow, an amusement park the day after, then I'm helping them pack the day after, then it's the day. They day they leave for New York, and leave me here. Zayn and I sit by the pool. I'm in a neon orange bikini. The rest of the boys are swimming. I know. I should be spending the next few days with Harry. We worked this all out. The boys will be back in Hollywood by December 20th, just in time for Christmas. Then on December 27th, we are all going to England until January 5th. 

"You know, Harry's going to die when we leave." Zayn whispers. "Because he'll miss you." 

"Well I'm going to die too." I explain. 

"I know. But after about a month, you'll both get use to it. You'll get use to Oovooing and calling. I promise." He explains. I nod my head and look down. 

"You know, Louis, Liam, Niall, and I all know you two are dying inside." 

"Well you're right about me. I really am dying." I start shivering as soon as I say that. He rubs my arm and smiles. 

"He's not going to replace you. He never would, and the we would never ever let him." 

Harry climbs out of the water. 

"Hey Zayn! Don't touch her!" Harry yells with a wink. 

"Oh sorry. I forgot about how over protective you are!" Zayn yells back. 

Harry pulls at my arm, trying to get me to come swim. 

"No Harry! It's cold!" I shriek. He grabs me by the waist, and jumps in the water. The ice cold water covers my body. I surface, and glare at Harry. He gives me a cheeky smile, and swims away. We swim for a few more minutes, before heading up to his hotel room. Niall and Louis force me to sit on the floor right in front of the couch with them. Harry sits behind me on the couch, with Liam and Zayn on his sides. Louis channel surfs for a while, before deciding on watching The Big Bang Theory. Harry rests his head on the top of my head, and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm going to go shower." Harry say quietly before rushing into the bathroom. 

"You better call him everyday." Louis says without prying his eyes from the tv. 

"What?" I ask. 

"He's going to miss you so much, it won't even be funny." Niall joins in.

"I'll call him when ever I can." I say quickly. 

"You know he begged for you to be able to come. He almost got on his knees. Paul said he couldn't." Liam says as he leans down next to me. 

"He probably even cried that night." Zayn chimes in. 

I hide my face in my knees, I know I'm dangerously close to crying. 

"At least he has you four. Who the heck is going to help me get through the six months?" I groan. 

"Lilly, Emma, Kayla, your friends in Brazil, your many cousins, your parents. I swear, you will be better at this then him." Niall says.

"No. He'll be performing every night, have hundreds of girls chase him down, autographs to sign, and fans to please. He won't give a thought about me.. but all the six months he will be the only thing on my mind." 

The shower turns off, and Louis hits my arm. 

"Don't say anything." He mouths. I nod my head, and quickly sit in Harry's spot. He comes out of the bathroom, glares at me, and sits on me. 

"Get off me!" I screech. 

"Nope." He says. 

"I'm dying." I moan. He stands up, pulls me up, sits down in the spot, and pulls me down on his lap. 

"Now quit whining." 

After a little while, the boys leave. It is kinda late. Even after the boys are gone, we remain in the same position. His arms wrapped around my waist, my head lying on his shoulders. I think we are both afraid of letting go, knowing that soon we'll be thousands of miles apart.