Always In My Heart, @HarryStyles

fourteen

HARRY

The plane ride to the US was uneventful, I slept through most of it, then ate a sandwich, then slept longer. Louis did not sleep though, he seemed on edge.

I knew what he was doing, he was worried about me. He couldn't sleep because he was worried I would hurt myself if I did. I wish there was a way I could explain to him that I would never, and he didn't have to worry. He never had to worry about that again.

Almost the second we landed my phone was flooded with messages, and I cringed. I didn't want to look at any of them, I knew it was all Caroline. She wanted me to meet up with Taylor an hour after we landed. I didn't want to leave Louis alone though, that was the last thing I wanted to do.

He grabbed my hand tightly as we landed.

We had probably been on a plane 100 times in the last two years, but every time we landed Lou got a little nervous still. I squeezed back, letting him know I was still there, right next to him. He smiled warmly at the gesture, without connecting his eyes to mine.

I cocked my head and kicked him a bit. His head snapped up to look at mine, and I laughed a little. He still looked so anxious.

"Were here, my love. No need to be scared.'' I whispered in his ear so the boys didn't hear me. "M Not scared." He mumbled back, letting go of my hand to cross his arms over his chest. I laughed out loud and looked at him, "Whatever you say, Lou."

The cars took us to the hotel we were staying at, The Ritz. We were all on the same floor as always, but we were given 5 keys instead of 4. "5?" I said to Lou as we entered the elevator. "Eleanor." He muttered back, not making eye contact with me again.

I sighed remembering Eleanor had to stay with us. At least Lou and I got our own room.

I helped Louis with his bags and placed them on our bed. He wasn't facing me, instead facing out the window staring at the New York City skyline.

I snaked my arms around his thin waist and rested my head on his shoulder. He moaned slightly as I did, thankful for the touch. "Harry..." He started to say, but I cut him off with a kiss. Our lips crashed into each other's, and I put my hands on his chin, lifting his jaw up a bit. Our tongues intertwined as he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I broke the kiss after a moment and looked at him.

"What was that for?" He asked sheepishly, almost afraid to admit he loved it.

"Cuz I love my little Lou." He laughed. "M'Not Little!" He said with a stomp, like a child. I laughed at him, and his eyebrows furrowed. I patted him on the head, which he hated, and turned back to the suitcases.

Louis was only 3 inches taller than me, but for us that felt like a foot. He had so much attitude sometimes I forgot he was small.

It was 10 am when I checked my phone and I yawned.

* Remember the time difference!

It felt as if the sun should be setting, but there were still people getting their morning coffee. I looked out the window and down to the busy streets. I loved New York. I loved the atmosphere, the people, the vibe, the weather, everything about New York was amazing. As much as I loved London, no place was like New York.

New York was my favorite part in the US. I liked LA fine, but I would never move there. Ever. I didn't like the stuck up people or the busy schedule I always had when I was there. Malibu was my favorite place in California, I liked how Golden it made me feel. Like infinite happiness.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my hand, it was Caroline. I groaned with an eye roll and Louis's head shot up. He looked at me confused, so I showed him my screen. "Ah.." He said, and returned to reading a magazine the hotel provided. Our faces were plastered on the front, which always seemed to freak me out.

"What?" I said into the phone's speaker while plopping down on the bed, resting my head on Louis outstretched legs. He put his hand in my hair and swirled around my curls, while still maintaining focus on his magazine.

"Harry, you're meeting Taylor on the eastside of Central Park in 15 minutes, alright?" Her voice sounded annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll walk there." I said, getting up and throwing my beanie on. "No, you're taking a cab. I already called the hotel so they have one ready." I scoffed.

I was about to go on a date with a strange girl I had never met before per CAROLINE'S request, and all I asked is if I could walk, and even that was a no.

"Harry, you'll see too many fans. Can't risk that." She said into the phone, clearly understanding my annoyance. "Whatever." I mumbled and hit the red 'end call' button.

Louis chuckled to himself as I got myself ready "What?" I said to him as I shrugged on my green jacket over my navy blue hoodie.

"What does Harry Styles like when looking for a girl?" He said, reading the title of the article he had stumbled on. I laughed and sat down on the bed next to him.

"He likes brunette girls the most, but does not base his search on that preference." I smiled.

"He likes shorter girls, and would prefer to date someone who was British, like him." His eyebrows furrowed. "Shorter girls?" He questioned me, and I shrugged.

"What can I say?" I laughed out, and he punched my arm, but continued.

"He just wants someone who he can spend an afternoon with, someone who will listen to Stevie Nicks with. Someone he can talk to easily, and most importantly, someone the rest of the One Direction boys, and his mother Anne, love."

He smiled to himself, noting that he checked everyone's boxes.

"What do you think?" I said to him, snatching the magazine to see the pictures they chose for the article.

I smiled fondly at a picture of Lou and I, and was surprised they decided to put that in.

"Loved it. Just wished it said boy instead of girl. If only they knew you are Bi." He laughed hard, and I laughed hearing his laugh.

If only they knew.