Lost {Larry AU}

Chapter Three

When we arrived to America I had a smashing headache, it had to've been the worst feeling I've ever experienced. "Oh god." I groaned, the lad next to me was gone, so I stood up and stretched, popping my back and sighing. I grabbed my carry-on bag from the rack above and left the empty plane. I quickly made my way down the shoot and exited.

I felt tired and irritated, why in the world did I listen to Dr. Bruner? I scuffed my way towards the baggage claim where I waited, and waited...and waited some more. Growing tired of waiting and not finding my bag I went to the service desk, where I again had to wait, and wait....and wait some more. The line moved slowly, slower than a flipping turtle. So when I did finally get to the front desk I was in a pissy mood, I'm tired and hungry and I didn't even want to be in this blasted place.

"Hello welcome to American Airlines I'm Sophia how may I help you?" She asked with a bright smile, which made me want to roll my eyes but I contained myself. "Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson-" Before I could even finish my sentence her eyes grew wide and she let out an annoying squeal. "Oh my god, you're the Louis Tomlinson.. Oh my god. How can I help you?" She asked over enthusiastically. "Well as I was saying-" Again. Again she interrupted me and handed me a pen and a copy of 'This Is The World Blue.' I gritted my teeth. "Could you please sign this? Please?" She asked with a hopeful smile. "If I sign this, will you please help me so I can be on my way?" I asked in a strained voice,she nodded.

So I let out a sigh and opened it to the front cover page. "Who should I make it out too?" I ask. "Oh it's to my boyfriend, he's a huge fan, his name is Liam Payne." She says, so I nodded and wrote

'To Liam, Glad you enjoy my work, remember to look at the world through another's eyes xx
From Louis W. Tomlinson'

I closed the book and pushed it towards her when she squealed again. I suppressed the urge to groan. "Now what can I help you with?" She asked kindly, I smiled sarcastically and bit my tongue before deciding to speak. "Well, I can't find my luggage." I say, she nods and asks for my claim number which I gave to her. She typed around for a few minutes before getting an annoyed look on her face. "Well it appears that your plane didn't board your luggage." She says, I feel my jaw drop.

"What?" I ask, she frowns again. "They didn't boar-" "I heard you the first time!" I groaned, dropping my head onto my crossed arms. "This trip is a bloody nightmare." I grabbed my carry-on without another word, she had all my contact information to get ahold of me when she finally locates it.

I wandered to the front door to wait outside for an available cab. I stood and waited, when a tune of a guitar caught my attention, I turned my head to see a man perched on a stool, a guitar in his large hands and a beautiful voice flowing from his mouth.

People were stood around him, dropping money in his guitar case. I let my eyes roam his appearance. He has longish curly hair, it hung perfectly around his face, a bandana hung loosely around his neck, I would guess it was probably holding his hair back at one point. He wore a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked at me briskly, continuing to sing and sent me a small dimpled grin that knocked the wind out of me. He then winked and continued on with his song.

I shook my head and regained my breath, it must've been the side affects of the flight, I hailed a cab and had it take me to the hotel I had previously booked a room in.

When I finally got dropped off I checked in and went to room and dropped dramatically on the bed. I let out a content sigh and climbed on the bed and curled up, letting sleep take me over.

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That night I had decided on just staying in, until I walked out on the balcony and saw a small Coffee Shop situated across the street. So I changed into a pair of comfy sweats and a short sleeve shirt and my jean jacket with fur on the collar. I then grabbed my beanie and situated it over my hair. After grabbing my key card and wallet I was heading out the door.