Telling Our Story

3: Home At Last

*PAST TIME*

            “Really, I’m fine.” I argued, again. I had been arguing with the boys, mostly Harry about getting home. They said they could drop me off, but I kept insisting on just catching a cab. You’d think I’d be jumping at the chance to get to ride in their tour bus, and it would be awesome and everything, but I just didn’t want to end up on the tabloids.

I can see it now.

“Who Is The Mystery Girl?”  Yeah, no; not something I had in mind.

            “Sadie.” Harry started, rather sternly in fact. “If you don’t willingly get on this bus,” He pointed to the bus with his finger while giving me a stern expression. “I will personally put you on it.” I wanted to laugh.

I did. “Yeah right!” I said in between chuckles.

Worst, but best, mistake ever. Best because I was being carried by Harry Styles, but worst because I was wearing a very flowing dress. Great. Just fricken fantastic! I bet the other boys are getting a view.

            “Harry! Put me down!  I’m in a dress!” I yelled, pointlessly hitting his back, hoping it would do something. “If you guys look up my dress,” I threatened. “I will kill you!”  They just chuckled at my threat. I probably looked as threatening as a fly.

            “Don’t worry, babe, I got you covered.” Harry winked, and gave me a flirtatious smile. I didn’t quite get what he said. My eyes widened as Harry’s hand came up and held down my dress right below my bum.

            Blush begins. My heart starts beating a little faster, and then, it was over. We were on the bus, and my feet are on the ground. “Harry!” I yelled, punching his arm. He didn’t even flinch. “Don’t ever do that again!”

            He laughed. I loved his laugh. It made me want to just be stupid around him all the time, just to hear it! “You know you loved it!” He smirked.

            Yes I did. “You wish.” I rolled my eyes.

            “Sadie,” Liam said as the rest of them joined us on the bus. I gave him a questioning look. “Could you give your address to Steve here?” Of course, he would be the one to ask me that. He was known as ‘Daddy Directioner’. Completely understandable.

            I smiled. “Absolutely!” I made my way over to him and Steve, and told them my address. “I’m glad you remembered that.” I told Liam we walked to the lounge area, where everyone else was. “I bet they would’ve held me hostage.” I joked, saying it louder so the boys could here.

           

*PRESENT TENSE*

            “We would’ve too!” Niall said, taking a bite out of the cake I made for desert.

            “Still would, if you weren’t already mine.” Harry added winking at me, causing butterflies to rise in my stomach.

            I kissed his cheek, and said “I love you.”

            He smiled, and kissed my lips. “I lo-“

            “Gross! Can’t you wait to do that when you’re in the bedroom?” Darcy whined, while fake gagging. She still had the recorder in her hand, not failing to miss one second of this story. “Get back to the story.” She added.