Adore You [H.S]

27 // Never Judge A Book By Its Cover

"You're sure it'll be here on time?" I ask Harry hesitantly as Abdul pulls to the curb of the airport drop off lane. "Because I don't want you to go without any of your belongings."

"I've already talked to my assistant, Emma. She said she sent my bodyguard with my bags and contacted the airport security and they have guards waiting inside for us," he confirms. He seemed to have everything perfectly planned out without a single flaw. But I guess that must be what happens when you become a celebrity. You need to be prepared for anything and everything. "Besides, if my bag hadn't made it, I could just borrow some of your clothes."

"Ha-ha, very funny." I roll my eyes at his corny joke as the car slowly comes to a halt.

"You have arrived at your destination," Abdul announces, shifting the gear into park before looking back at Harry and me through the rearview mirror.

I smile gratefully and slip my arm through the strap of my backpack until it rested on my shoulder as I prepared to exit the car.

"Thank you so much, Abdul," I say wholeheartedly, "I'm so sorry there was a sudden detour."

"No inconvenience at all," he says, waving his hand in the air dismissively. "I'm paid by the miles I drive, so I don't mind one bit."

He begins to chuckle loudly at his own joke and Harry and I laugh pitifully along with him, sharing one or two glances at each other.

"I joke, I joke," Abdul says once he's calmed his laughter. "Now go on, you wouldn't want to miss your flight."

"Right," I say, looking at Harry as a way of telling him to open the door so the both of us could get out, "thanks again."

"My pleasure," he says just as Harry opens the backseat door.

Harry shimmies his way out of the car. I could tell he was slightly uncomfortable not having security with him in such a crowded place, so I was quick to scoot along the long bench seat to the door. But just as I had one foot out, preparing to step out, Abdul spoke up.

"Just friends, eh?" He smirks as he looks over at Harry, who had his hand extended out to help me out of the car. My cheeks heated up. I looked down sheepishly, biting my lip.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that anymore," I mutter before quickly getting out of the car and shutting the door.

* * *

Harry and I safely boarded our flight, with his luggage and all. Even though I was very glad he'd be able to wear his own clothes, it would've been hilarious to see him try to fit into mine. I might just make him try them in for the fun of it.

When we were still at the airport, he and I walked separately. Not at his request, though. I figured it would be best if we were to walk apart for the fear that a dating rumor would start and tabloids would be written. I'd hate for Harry to be seen boarding a plane with me and then have to deal with people thinking we're together.

Harry snores softly in the seat next to me. There were no layovers on this flight, so he'd been asleep for a few hours now. He fell asleep around halfway through the flight after hours of talking and getting to know each other a whole lot more and playing numerous games of rock-paper-scissors. He won almost every match.

The flight attendant sounds over the intercom, saying we'll be landing at Denver International Airport shortly. I tilt my head to the side to see Harry still soundly asleep, his arms folded over his stomach.

"Harry," I whisper.

No response.

"Harry," I say again, a little louder this time.