Tell Me a Lie

To Venice

Chapter 16

Harry and I spread out over the store. We grab sweat pants and the most comfortable shirts.

 "When are we leaving?" I ask as Harry pulls out his credit card.

 "Tomorrow." He tells me sheepishly.

 "We only have until tomorrow to pack up the entire house?" I ask in amazement.

 "No, we just leave it." He tells me taking my hand and pulling me towards the stores he likes.  I sift through some shirts and pull out a few plaid ones I'm sure Liam will like. Then I move towards the more Harry-ish styles. (See what I did there) I pull out a few t-shirts and throw them over his dressing room door. He walks out in a nice black jacket and grey shirt.

 "I like it." I tell him adjusting the collar.

 "I'm glad." He tells me disappearing back into the stall. After a few more hours of shopping we meet back up with the rest of the boys and drive back to the house. Alyssa is in our room packing up the clothes we can use in Italy. I drop the shopping bags on the floor.

 "We need more suitcases." She tells me jamming a pair of white jeans into an already full suitcase.

 "BOYS!" I shout. "Where are the suitcases!?"

 "Closet in Niall's room!" Zayn shouts back. I make my way down the hall and knock on Niall's door.

 "Come in." He tells me. I open the door and move over to the closet. It's filled with suitcases and bags. I grab a few and make my way back to my room.

 "Here." I say throwing them on the floor. She grabs my shopping bags to inspect the clothes. "It's getting pretty late." I tell her. "Let's finish tomorrow."

 "Alright." She agrees folding the last shirt and putting it in the suitcase.

 "Night Liss." I tell her. I open the top drawer and pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  I slip under the covers. Before anything else can happen I slip into a deep dreamless sleep.

"Callie! It's almost time to go. Get up!" Harry whispers. I roll over towards the clock.

 "2:09?" I ask.

 "Yea hurry up." He tells me. I get up and grab a pair if grey sweat pants and a red short sleeved shirt. I hop in the bathroom and take a quick shower. I blow dry my hair and apply minimal makeup then straighten my hair. I pull on my outfit and I'm ready to go. I grab a sweatshirt and shove it into a backpack along with my phone and iPod. Harry's IPad is on my dresser so I shove that in too. It’s now that I notice all the bags are packed up. Less work for me. I walk down the hall into the kitchen with the suitcases. The living room is covered with them.

“So we’ll have to buy more clothes once we get to Swe- Callie!” Paul walks over to hug me.

“Hey Paul. What were you saying?”

“Oh. Just talking about how you kids will need more clothes once you get to Sweden.” He tells me.

“Um, uh, Paul. I didn’t really tell Callie about Sweden.” Harry murmurs throwing his apple core in the trash can.

“We’re going to Sweden?!” I ask smiling.

“Surprise!” Harry tells me. I jump into his arms.

“This is so cool!” I tell him.

“Guys, hurry up you’re going to miss your plane!” Paul checks his watch. We are all ushered out to a van that will take us to the airport. I lay down on Harry’s lap and drift off to sleep.

I wake up and we’re still driving down the road.

“Are we there yet?” I complain sitting up.

“Almost. Not quite.” Harry assures me. I adjust the seatbelt and take out my phone. 4:17 AM.

“What time does the plane leave?” I ask.

“7:15” Liam tells me. “We’ll be there about 3:00 PM tomorrow. We’re stopping in Frankfurt.” I nod and slump back in my seat.

“Harry.” I complain.

“Callie.” He uses the same tone as mine.

“I’m tired.”

“Save that tiredness for the plane.”

“I don’t wanna!” I tell him smiling. He pats my head and I laugh.

“Here we are!” Paul shouts. We all hop out of the van and the day goes on in a blur from then on. We go through security and before I know it the voice over the intercom is crackling and telling first class passengers to please board now. We settle into the comfortable leather seats. I’m next to the window with Harry sitting beside me, Niall Louis and Liam are behind us and Zayn and Alyssa in front.

“Liam.” Niall says tapping Liam on the shoulder. “Did you bring any snacks?”

“You just had McDonalds!” Liam exclaims. “And we haven’t even taken off yet!” Niall huffs and takes to his phone. I take out Harry’s iPad out of my bag.

“That’s where it went!” He exclaims.

“It was in my room.” I tell him opening up the camera.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a picture to send my mom. Smile.” I tell him. Harry sticks out his tongue at them camera and I laugh as it takes the picture. The intercom crackles.

“This is your captain speaking. Due to weather in Frankfurt, we’ll be having a 1 hour delay. Thank you for your patience.” Zayn groans.

“Let’s do a twitcam!” Harry suggests loudly.

“Yeah!” I agree. Harry opens up his twitter and I appear on the screen.

“Hey everybody!”  Harry waves.

“Hi guys!” I smile.

“Soooooo we are on the plane getting ready to go somewhere very special.” Harry tells the camera. I blush and hug him. Liam sticks his nose in the crack between the seats.

“Hi Liam!” I shout pinching his nose. The comments box explodes with ‘CIAM’ I smile. One of the profile pictures of a fan catches my eye and the smile vanishes. The picture is a picture of Harry and Farrah. A new picture.