Head Over Heels (One Direction Fic)

Chapter 25

“Where do we go after Arizona again?” Harry questioned me as we waited for our luggage.

“You have a show here, a couple of shows around Texas, a show in Colorado and then I’m not sure. Your schedule is blank.” I walked towards the conveyer belt and grabbed his bag quickly before any weird fans could claim it as their own.

I turned to face him, but he had disappeared. I looked around and found him across the room on the other end of the belt holding my bag, caught up in talking to some apparent fans. “Yeah, just getting back from a restful Thanksgiving, thanks. Sure I’ll take some pictures, just do me a favor, and don’t post them for a couple of hours so I can safely get to the hotel?” He shot them a smile and even kissed one on the cheek when he took the picture.

I kept my distance, deciding it would be better if we weren’t spotted together, rumors would fly I was sure of it.  

He waved goodbye to the girls and locked eyes with me, nodding towards the door. I caught his drift and walked outside.

“The gap in the schedule means we’re going back home,” he said with a smile once he was beside me.

I handed his bag to the driver that had showed up seemingly out of nowhere, which apparently was something they were really good at doing.

I climbed in the back seat after Harry, “So a break?”

“No, probably not. We have appearances and maybe a show or two, but it means that we get to go home to the UK.”

“Oh. Is that something I go on?”

“Yeah, I’m sure it is. Kasey always came with us,” my stomach did a dip at the mention of her name, “We need publicity in amping up the interviews and performances.”

“Right. Cool. I haven’t been to London since I was in middle school.”

“Well good thing you’ve got natives to show you around then, isn’t it?” I nodded.

“Where are we going now? Hotel?”

Harry shook his head, “Venue. We’ve got to stake out the place and regroup after the break.”

Once at the venue Harry and I split, him going to talk to the guys, and me taking a seat, wishing for a nap. Good to know some things would never change. I called Sarah, but got Nick, sick that they had started to use the same phone.

“Look who it is! My long lost friend, what was her name? Ann? Annabeth? Annie?” He taunted.

“Miss you too, jackass,” I smiled. “It’s good to see your face.”

“Your face is a welcome sight. My parents came here for Thanksgiving and I could have used your cool as a cucumber attitude to balance out Sarah’s neuroses.”