Harry's POV
After a couple of days I got to spend with my now fiancé, it was time for us all to get back to touring. We were about to leave for our next flight to Peru, sadly in another country, a very long way from Cheryl.
The lads and I said our last goodbyes to her, forcing me to look forward to another boring, eternity-lasting flight. I always hated planes. I always got jet-lagged, and I felt nauseous as well. It has never been something I could get used to.
Anyway, once we were all situated on the plane and all settled in, the pilots started the engine, and we were rolling. Louis nudged me with his elbow in my stomach, making me glance over to his direction. He was laughing hysterically, yet silently, at a passenger who apparently had already fallen asleep, her mouth gaping wide open. It was pretty funny, so I started laughing as well.
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The whole plane ride wasn't that bad actually. Louis and Niall kept me preoccupied with talking and such. They didn't leave me alone for one second, and it kind of felt nice. To be able to hang out with them again was absolutely incredible. I did miss them at times, but a little too much time with them was certainly not good for any of us. So this kind of thing was just right.
"Harry," Niall started, "Before we go start rehearsing for our gig tonight, why don't we all grab something to eat. I'm starved—and those peanuts on the plane were horrible!" He shook his head with a disgusted look upon his baby-soft face, wheeling his suitcase across the cement.
I chuckled and nodded, doing the same with my suitcases, "Yeah, I'm hungry as well."
"Okay, but we have to be quick. We are suppose to rehearse in two hours." Liam says with a serious look, him being the sensible one—usually.
Louis slapped Liam on the shoulder playfully, "You're it!" The older lad ran away quickly, his light-blue beanie flopping in the wind on his head and his backpack bouncing on his back as he took each step. Liam laughed and started chasing him around, making me, Zayn, and Niall give them a look. Sometimes Liam could cut up, just as well as Louis could.
Liam threaded after Louis all the way into the main airport building where we were going to file into our tour bus, and one of our security guards were getting a little ticked off. "Louis! Liam! We're in public!" He said starting to chase after the both of them. I shook my head and started laughing at Liam and Louis who had now become a team against the security guard. It seemed like loads of fun, so I decided to run around too, once the security guard finally caught the sensible one by the waist.
Before long we were all running around like crazy people, and people were giving us strange glances, but then they realized who we were, and then they started freaking out; running and screaming toward us. And this was when we had to calm down.
Our security guards secured us in a circle just the way they usually did, and suddenly I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket. Thinking it was Cheryl, I hastily dug into my pocket and tugged out my phone. I examined the screen, soon learning that it was a text from Cheryl.
She said <Hey baby: give me a call when you get the chance.> I was busy so I obeyed her orders and waited until we were escorted all the way to our tour bus that was awaiting our arrival.
We all piled into the bus rambunctiously, and then we put up our belongings. Next, we took a load off by sitting down on the sofas, chairs, and couches that were aligned up in a nice manner. Louis was panting from all the running away from security guards, and he was worn out.
"Who's up for round two?" Louis jokingly remarked, raising his hand as the security guard gave him a scowl. All of us shared a laugh, and then I remembered that I had to reply to Cheryl.
I took my phone back out and dialed her number, but before she answered, I said to the boys, "Okay, be quiet. I'm calling Cheryl. You can say hello to her but that's it."
They all made "ooh"s and "aww"s, making me blush. Finally, Cheryl picked up, "Hey baby!"
"Hello!" All the boys shouted excitedly.
"Hey babe. Do you need something?" I asked as the room became quiet. Cheryl giggled her usual giggle, and all of a sudden; I heard a guy's voice in the background.
"No, I don't need anything... Unless that's a trick question. I need you." Cheryl giggled again, but my smile had faded. Someone was with her, and it was a guy. Was she really all alone?
"Is someone there with you?" I asked as the lads started "aww"ing again.
"That's what I was calling you about, Curly," She took a breath, pausing, "One of my best friend's are here with me, taking care of me. Say hello Kyle!" Cheryl was obviously on speaker phone. I wasn't too sure that "Kyle" was actually her friend. Maybe this is another set up.
"Hey dude! Congratulations on the engagement!" Kyle said into the phone, making me forget all about this set up concept. I immediately grinned to myself.
"Thanks. You take good care of my fiancé, you hear?" I said with a weird tone in my voice. I just had one of those gut feelings that everything was going to be okay. Kyle sounded like he was really Cheryl's friend, and I was okay with that, of course. Just as long as they didn't do anything sexual wise.
"I won't let you down." The charming young lad gave the phone back to Cheryl.
"Alright, I'm gonna let you go. We're about to eat breakfast." Cheryl replied.
I kept my smile, "Okay babe. I love you."
"Love you more!"
And that was that. If Kyle really wasn't her friend, it sure would be another bad day for me in society. It would not be good what so ever. Something big would have to happen if that were the case. Something really big. Something big.
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