You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 8

"Take me back to the night we met. When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears. When you had not touched me yet." - The night we met Lord Huron

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*Alaska's POV*

I groaned loudly, falling down onto the couch in the living room. This was torture.

"What is your problem?" Liam asked me while he was typing away on his phone. "I'm bored." I said. "Then go do something." He countered, talking like a two year old. I glared at him. "What am I supposed to do? There's nothing here?" I complained.

"Don't worry. We won't be staying here for much longer." He said absentmindedly. My eyes widened and I sat up, looking at him. "What? We're leaving?" I asked, shocked. He glanced at me then back at his phone.

"What, you didn't know?" He asked. "No!" I said and stood up from the couch. I left the living room and went to the kitchen where I knew I'd find Niall. He was sitting at the counter, eating cookies.

"Where is Harry?" I asked in a rushed voice.

"Uhm... I think he's in the study." Niall said giving me a confused look. I didn't even bother thanking him as I rushed out and made my way to the study.

I knocked and waited for Harry's voice to tell me I could come in. After another knock he finally said 'come in' and I pushed my way inside. He was on the phone, his back turned towards me.

"I don't fucking care!" He spat into the phone. "No! We did what he asked." He said. I stood there by the door awkwardly. "That's bullshit!" He yelled, making me jump. "You better tell Sway that he can't keep going back on his word like this." That name rang bells inside my head. I've heard it before. But I couldn't place it.

"Fine. I'll get it done." He said and hung up. He leaned back and sat on the desk, letting out a long sigh. "Girlfriend problems?" I joked, making him turn around in surprise. He gave me a tight smile and sat down on the chair behind the dark wooden desk. "I wish it were that simple." He said softly.

"Can I help you with something, love?" He asked. "Yes actually. I was looking for you." I said. A mischievous glint ran across his eyes as he gave me a smirk. "Is that so?" He asked. "Yes." I said. It was suddenly very difficult to think clearly.

He was looking at me in THAT way again and I always became flustered when he did.

"And why might I ask?" He asked.

I shook my head and tore my eyes away from his pink lips. I have to be serious right now.

"Liam told me we're not staying here." I blurted out. Thankfully, the atmosphere immediately changed as his smirk turned into a glare. "He told you that?" He asked carefully. I nodded and walked closer to the desk, sitting down on a chair opposite him.

"Is it true?" I asked. Harry thought about it for a moment and leaned back in his chair, looking me in the eye. "Yes. We're leaving in two days." He said simply. My heart beat quickened. "Where are we going?" I asked.

He sighed heavily. "England." He said. My eyes widened as I shot up from my chair. "What?! You're taking me to England? Why?" I asked in disbelief. "This isn't our house Alaska. We can't stay in America for long periods of time. If you haven't noticed, we're wanted criminals here." He explained.

"So what... you're not criminals in England?" I asked. "No actually. This is why we've never been caught before. We come here for a month maybe two months at most, do our business then go back home." He explained like it was the most genius idea in the world.