Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 120: Brielle Styles?

The next morning, I'm allowed to sleep in. They don't wake me up. I really appreciate that. I need to sleep this off. I need to enjoy today. It's my last full day with him. 

I stretch my arms out, and look up at Harry. 

"Good morning gorgeous." 

"Good morning." 

"You want breakfast?" I nod my head quickly. I'm still tired, and upset. Not in the mood to talk to much. I will sob.

"Common then." He says as he gets out of bed. I'm in sweatpants and a 

sweatshirt. I can just stay in this all day. I slip on my slipper boots, and follow Harry. He knocks on each of the boys door, getting them to come down. 

I barely touch my pancakes and bacon. I just push it around my plate. The only thing I really have eaten is some fruit. I think Harry's starting to get worried. I haven't really eaten to much since I found out. I just haven't been in the mood. I know he won't say anything yet. He won't ever get to say anything about it. He puts his hand on my knee, and looks in my eyes. I can tell what he's asking, just by looking at me. I nod my head, but he knows better then to believe me. Harry takes my hand, and drags me to the lobby, away from the boys.

He pulls me in, wraps his arms around my waist, and hugs me tightly. 

"It will all be okay. I promise." He whispers. 

"I know. It's just really hard." I manage to choke out. "I'll feel so alone." 

"Listen, you are never alone. You have your friends, and it's not like I'm dying. We'll still talk." 

I don't want to tell him it's not the same. He probably knows. I just stay in his arms. Breathing lightly, trying not to let out awkward sobs.

"I don't want to pack today." Harry says after a minute. 

"I don't want you to pack today."

"I'm really sorry. Common, we'll pack, then go down to the pool." Harry offers. I agree, and we head upstairs. The boys go right to the pool. They say they want to enjoy the hotel while they are still here.   

Once we get to the hotel room, Harry puts off packing as long as possible. Finally, he starts. 

I sit on the bed, wrapped in one of his button up shirts. He takes the clothes out of his drawers, fold them messily, and put them in the suitcase. He leaves somethings out that he needs for tonight or tomorrow. He get's to the last draw, and throws the clothes in quickly. It's so packed, he can't get it to zipper. 

"Hey wanna help me?" He asks as he looks over at me. 

"I don't know. I'm kinda comfortable." I reply winking. I crawl over, and sit on the suitcase. He somehow manages to get it to close. He smiles, and opens his arms to me. I lunge myself into them, surprised at how he didn't lose his balance. 

"I'm going to miss you so much." He whispers. I can't even respond. I'll cry. I know I will. 

"You wanna go down to the pool?" He asks. I nod my head, and quickly change. 

Harry agrees to giving me a piggy back ride on the way down. 

"Do you like Strawberries?" I ask him randomly. 

"Strawberries? Why do you ask?" 

"I don't know. I love strawberries. I just didn't know if you did too." 

He spins around, with me practically falling off his back.  

"STOP. IT." I yell between my laughs. 

"NEVER!" He walks into the pool room, and jumps right in. I'm still on his back.

I let go and surface, just in time for Louis to jump in, right on top of me. 

"LOUIS!" I shriek. 

"HOTTY!" He squeals in return.  

I wink at him, and swim away. It almost seems normal. Almost seems like they aren't leaving tomorrow. But then Liam says that the rest of the boys should probably get packing. Fantasy over. Harry and I go up to his hotel room, while the rest of the boys pack. Liam says we should have a movie marathon tonight. I personally want to. Harry goes to shower, and leaves his phone on the couch. I take a bunch of crazy pictures. Yes. I'm that bored. I make the weirdest, most unattractive faces in the world. I hear the shower stop, and I quickly throw his phone back down where it was. 

Stupid me forgot to exit out of the photos. So of course, the first thing he sees when he picks up his phone is the pictures I took. He laughs, and quickly types something in. 

"You did not put one of them on Twitter." I say warning him. 

"Oh but I did." I snatch his phone away, and quickly go on his Twitter. There's the picture. 

'When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. Because you're amazing, just the way you are.;D' 

"Now you have to go shower. The boys want to watch movies. Hurry." He says, practically pushing me into the bathroom. I take the quickest shower humanly possible. I can't waste my time in here. I turn the water off, only to find that my skin is completely red. Maybe I shouldn't use such hot water. I quickly change into pajama's, and join Harry on the couch. My Twitter is blowing up like crazy. Crazier then usually. I read the Tweet I just got. 

'Brielle Styles? Are @Brielle_Anderson and @Harry_Styles hinting something?' 

I look over at Harry, and he starts laughing like crazy. Then my phone starts going: "Pick up the phone! Pick it uppp! And remember, Harry loves you!" It's in Harry's voice.

He changed my ringtone? Well I guess I'll keep it. 

"Hello?" 

"Brielle! What is up with the Brielle Styles thing?" Lilly asks. 

"Yeah!" Emma calls in the backround. 

"Harry stole my phone." I say laughing. 

"You have to come over tomorrow night. I don't want you to be alone tomorrow." Lilly says. "Emma will be here too!" 

"And maybe Kayla!" Emma calls. 

"I guess so. Listen, I have to go. See you tomorrow!" I say before hanging up. I have to get everyone to stop Tweeting about me. 

'Guys! Calm your self! XD. Harry and I are NOT getting married. He changed that while I was in the shower.' I go out on the balcony, with Harry following me. I sit on his lap, and he sings random songs to me. This is the last time I'll be out here for six months. The boys come in an hour later. We watch The Avengers, The Hunger Games, and 9 Months. 

They leave around 1 AM, leaving Harry and I alone. We lay down and I slowly drift to sleep in his arms for the last time.