Meeting One Direction (continued)

Chapter 121: The End.

The next morning, Harry sits up, pulling me up with him. 

Today is the day. In about five hours, Harry will be gone. I'll be lonely. It will be terrible. 

"We have to leave here in an hour." Harry whispers. I nod, and climb out of bed. I put on black leggings, and orange and purple tank top, and black short boots. I put my hair in a messy bun. There is not enough makeup to cover up the sadness. 

We all head down to breakfast. This time I actually eat. I'm starving. I can't make myself hungry because I'm upset. Harry wouldn't be happy if he knew that. So I eat. And I eat a lot. I think I actually beat Niall in eating. They don't say anything. I guess they all saw how I wasn't eating. 

"10 minutes." Liam sighs as he looks down at his watch. Harry and I go upstairs to get his suitcase. I get my bag. I have no intention of coming back here until December. I'm taking them in my car. Four of them will jam themselves in the back of the car. Harry is wearing sweatpants, a white shirt, a beanie, and white converse. He pulls me into a hug, and holds me close. Well I hold him close too. I take in his scent. I take in everything. Everything I'm going to miss. 

"COMMON!" Niall calls as he knocks on the door. Harry picks up his suitcase, and grasps my hand. We walk down to the car as slowly as humanly possible. I pack all the suitcases in the car. It's a tight fit, but I can do it. On the ride there, we all keep each other talking. We don't need the silence. We pull into the parking lot of the Airport. They unload the stuff, and I slowly step out.

I feel like I'm going to pass out. I really do. Harry puts his arm around my waist as we walk through the airport. The plane leaves in an hour. We sit around waiting for about 15 minutes. Talking about random stuff. 

I'm pretty much on Harry's lap. My feet are on Niall's lap, and Louis is holding my hand. They still have to go through baggage check. That shouldn't take to long. But Liam says that they really have to go. 

I start with Zayn. I throw myself in his arms. 

"Bye Zayn." I whisper with tears filling my eyes. 

"Bye Brielle. It won't seem like too long. I promise." 

Next is Liam. He tries comforting me. It doesn't really work. He kisses my cheek, and passes me off to Niall. This is when I start actually crying. My arms wrapped around Niall's neck. Him rubbing my back telling me it will all be okay. 

Then Louis. 

"Babe.." He starts. I hug him tightly, and try not to let the tears soak his shirt. 

"Goodbye." I whisper. Those four all go through the doors, leaving Harry and I alone. He wipes the tears away from my eyes, and hugs me tightly. I kiss him, and he puts his hand on my cheek. 

"Listen." He says quietly. 

I really wish that he would say that they were joking, and they weren't actually leaving. Then I'd punch him, laugh, and feel really happy again. But no. 

"Rumors. Rumors are going to spread all over the place. Doesn't matter. Ignore them. We know the truth. I will always be able to talk. So always come to me if you need anything." I nod my head slightly. 

"I'll be home for Christmas. I love you." 

"I love you too." He kisses me. He slips his beanie on my head.

"I really have to go." I nod with the tears spilling down my cheeks. 

"We'll talk soon." I hug him, and eventually have to let him go. He turns and walks towards the door. I slowly turn my heels, and walk towards the car. 

I turn around and catch one last glimpse of my boyfriend before he gets on the plane.

Authors Note: 

Is it bad that I started crying? Probably not. This is the last chapter of 'Meeting One Direction.' Don't worry! I'm working on writing the second one. Yes. I want to continue this story, so I'm writing another one. I will probably post the first part soon. I hate to leave you guys hanging for a while like this. So possibly tomorrow. I might even post it tonight. But yeah. Thank you for everyone that has read it, it means so much. (: