3 weeks later.
It was the day we were leaving for tour, sad, but exciting. I had that feeling you get when you really don’t know which mood to be in. Sure, I was excited to see all the fans, and places but, I was leaving behind a lifetime. I slipped out my phone and logged onto twitter; bloody hate. I closed twitter and went on instagram, I had a public and a private instagram. Only my close friends new my private one, which I was happy about. I said goodbye to a few people and posted one last photo. It was a photo of a beach, nothing special, but the caption meant something more. “I’ll be back in 5 weeks xx” The people that would see that would know what I mean exactly, not just a goodbye. I smiled to myself and locked my phone.
“Ready?” Harry peeped his head through the door.
“I think so,” I said zipping up my last suitcase and standing up, “I’m going to miss my bed.” I joked and he smiled.
“The ones on the plane aren’t bad, I mean, pull back the chair, lay down. And done! A brand new bed.” He laughed.
“Harry, please, I bet the floor is more comfortable.”
He came over and wrapped his arms around me, I turned around so I was facing him and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.
“We’ll be back,” He kissed my forehead “Don’t worry.” He added. I smiled up at him and we both leant in for a kiss. I hugged him again and we finally walked out the door, grabbing all my suitcases.
We walked downstairs and out the front door, the boys were already in the car. Harry pulled my bags in the back, while I stepped into the car to be greeted by the wild boys.
“JESS” they chorused, I flinched at their loud remark but greeted them back.
Harry stepped in the car and we were off.
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We had finally arrived after what seemed like the never ending flight, but what mattered was that I was in America. I had never actually been to America before; I never had the time, judge me all you want.
“LAX…” I gasped, stepping into the airport, which was completely crowded with fans.
“Yep.” Harry replied popping the ‘p’
“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” I was still shocked.
We made our way over to baggage claim and picked up our bags.
Ok, after all of that stuff was sorted; travel, rooms ect. We were finally at the door and Harry and I’s hotel room. I opened the door to see 1 king-sized bed, a beautiful view of L.A, the stars lit up the sky, the window covered the whole entire wall, which made it look beautiful, there was a separate room for the kitchen and the bathroom.
“Harry, how-how could you, this is-wow”
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أدب الهواة"We used to be best friends, but you just forgot about me, but i will never forget about you." Are the words Jessica Smith repeats everyday in her head. She faces the daily challenge of trying to forget her best friend, Harry Styles. It has just cro...
