Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 37

Our plane has landed. Sweet sweet Cheshire! Sweet sweet land! We leave the airplane while flight attendances telling to have a great day and wishing us good luck for some weird reason.

When I was younger, I wondered if flight attendances had a home. I was about five, okay?! I thought that they just lived in hotels or even the plane.

I had a very unique imagination.

Harry and I start walking out of the plane and into the actual airport. I'm glad that England doesn't really allow paps to come in because they've been starting to get on my nerves. After all, they've made me fall down twice to the hard ground.

I really have to admit I miss Ireland. Mainly because it's less cold! Speaking of cold, Harry's birthday is tomorrow. Today is January 31 and I [probably] know what your thinking. Harry said that we were staying in Ireland for a week. Well, Harry's definition of a week is staying somewhere six days and then leaving on the seventh day. So we've only stayed in Ireland for six days.

I took out my phone and texted Justin and Liv that I just got off the plane. They don't reply. So instead, I take a picture of mine and Harry's feet walking and post it on Instagram.

"Just landed! Yaaaaaay! 😜✌️"

Post.

People have actually been commenting that I remind them so much of Harry by my corkyness, pics on Instagram, how I rarely take selfies (I just don't like them), and how I stand up for what I believe in. It actually feels funny being compared to Harry. I don't know why but it does.

Harry and I get to the luggage pick up and struggle to find out which one is ours. In order to find mine, I put a mini scarf around the side of the handle. It may be stupid, but it's also smart.

What the hell did I just say?

Anyway, I found my luggage in almost an instant mainly because I tied a green scarf on the side or the handle. However, Harry had more of a struggle. "They better not have lost my luggage," Harry said.

"Hey, I told you to put something on your bag so you could remember which one it is," I sassed, "but you didn't listen!" Harry smiled and pushed my head back which made me laugh. Harry had a black-ish luggage that smelled very odd. Don't even ask me.

20 minutes we spent in the same spot looking for Harry's luggage and he was staring to become very impatient. "They better not have lost it," Harry grumbled. I was currently on my phone looking at Instagram. I secretly took a photo of Harry's grumpy looking face and said "mr. giggles-all-the-time lost his luggage! Haha! Please don't kill me if you see this Harry! Hehehe 😝" I also connect this to Twitter and hit post. Harry sometimes has notifications but other times, his phone doesn't really work so he doesn't really get any notifications.

"THERE IT IS!" Harry shouts. He dashes towards his black luggage and opens it just to make sure it's his. "ITS MINE THANK GOD!" I secretly take another picture of Harry, hugging his luggage, and post it on Instagram and connect it to Twitter. "Never mind...he found it... 😜" said my caption.

"Come on let's go home," Harry said. And he didn't have to tell me twice.

In the car, Harry started to blast the radio and sung Sing by Ed Sheeran. I never actually met Ed but Harry and I have facetimed him and he was incredibly sweet.

"Harry! Pay attention to the road!"

"Sorry! But you have to admit that it's catchy!" I agreed with him as he focused on the road.

I was really glad to be back home mainly because I missed seeing Justin and Liv around. Lucy can go fuck a cactus.

The wether hear was cold but the sun was shining bright. I was thinking about asking Justin and Liv if they could go to the shopping mall with me so I could get presents for Harry! But since we just got home, Harry might be the one to want to stay home with me in it.