Harry’s POV

“What’s wrong, mate?” Louis was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at me with concern.

I didn’t say anything, continuing up the stairs to my bedroom. I tugged off my shirt walking to the shower. I indulge in a hot, steamy shower, trying to clear my head. I got out, wrapping the towel around my waist, heading to my bed. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Louis laying there, waiting to press for answers. I sighed, dropping the towel and climbing under the blankets. Louis didn’t flinch at my nakedness, “You’ve been acting different for weeks now, Harry. Come on? I thought your feelings changed?”

I groaned. I didn’t want to lie to Louis and my plan of playing it off so they wouldn’t treat me differently, failed miserably. “I lied. I hoped you guys wouldn’t fucking treat me differently, but you did. All of you.”

Louis huffed, “No joke, you lied. Not hard to tell. If you would have been over her, you would have been back to your old ways.”

There is was again, back to your old ways. I nuzzled my head in the pillow, “Lou, I am really just exhausted. Can we please talk about this later?”

I felt Louis shift in the bed, “No. Because later you will put it off again. Tell me, Hazza.”

I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the white ceiling, “Me and Aria were on the mends and then she told me something and I didn’t believe her… But it turns out, she was right.”

“Well… You kind of have the right not to believe her… What did she tell you?”

I continued staring, “That Perrie didn’t like her because she wasn’t famous or anything ‘special’. She said that Perrie wanted Aria out of the way so she could have a chance with me.”

Louis sat up and eyed me like I had gone mad, “What? She’s with Zayn.”

I looked at him, “I know this, Lou. But Aria was right. When I came home last night, she came over and she kissed me, but I didn’t kiss her back and I told her to go home. She got angry and said that ‘Zayn would never believe me over her’.”

“Is that the reason why Zayn was acting so bizarre around you today?”

I nodded, “I went to talk to him and he accused me of pushing Perrie up against the wall, trying to have my way with her.”

He just looked at me, “Did you?”

My eyes bugged out, “No! I wouldn’t do that to Zayn.”

“Don’t be so defensive, Haz. It was just a question.”

I turned my head back to face the ceiling, “The problem now is, Zayn doesn’t believe me and Aria’s angry because I didn’t believe her…”

I saw Louis smirk from the corner of my eye, “Ooo, vicious circle.”

I rolled my eyes at his attempt at trying to lighten the mood. The room fell quiet. Louis sighed, startling me a little, “Well… There is only one way to fix this.”

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “And that would be?”

He grinned at me, “We are going back to America.”

It didn’t take too much convincing, okay none at all, to get me on board with Louis’ plan. Louis told me that we could go in a few days but I knew I couldn’t wait that long. So, we packed our bags, and headed to the airport that night. Louis talked to Paul and that took a lot of persuading but Louis told him it would be good for my ‘mental health’. Louis managed to get us tickets and we both slept in the closed off area until boarding was called. I spent much of the time thinking of what I would say to her. Louis had somehow gotten into contact with the receptionist at her old work, which she is close friends with. She agreed to try to get her to come, but made no promises… My biggest fear was arriving without her anywhere in sight.

Aria’s POV

“Come on, Ariaaaaaa! Get up, sleeping beauty, “Suzan yelled.

My eyes shot open and I nearly jumped out of my bed, “How the hell did you get in here?”

She grinned at me, showing off her straight pearly teeth, “The spare key, duh. I tried calling you but you didn’t answer.”

I looked at my alarm clock: 7:30 AM. I glared at her, “Maybe that’s because it’s a fucking Saturday and NORMAL people usually sleep in.”

She stuck her tongue out and wrinkled her nose, “So crabby. But seriously, get up.”

I groaned, flapping back on the bed, putting my pillow over my head, “Noooo,” I moaned.

Suddenly something flopped on my stomach and I groaned in pain. I uncovered my head to see Suzan lying on top of me, grinning, “You gonna get up now?”

I gasped for air, “Only if you get off of me!”

She laughed, standing up as I took a deep breath from the relieved pressure. Once I had recovered, I sat up, rubbing my sandy eyes, “Explain to me why I am getting up this early?”

Suzan just smiled, “You’ll see, but you need to hurry up and get ready. We need to leave in thirty minutes.”

I bugged my eyes at her, but didn’t ask questions. I ran to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, and throwing on a pair of dark skinny jeans with a silky, purple, elbow-sleeved top that showed one of my shoulders. I quickly put on my normal amount of make-up and towel dried my hair. I threw on my Toms and looked at the clock on my phone, record time. I couldn’t help but be a little curious at where Suzan was taking me.

I walked out into the living room. Suzan was sitting on the couch, petting Lizzie and sipping her StarBucks. I opened my mouth to protest about me not having one when she pointed to the table. I smiled at her, “You know me too well.”

She looked up and smiled, “Ready?”

I hesitated, “Maybe… If you tell me where we are going.”

She kept smiling but shook her head, “Sorry.”

We headed outside of the apartment and got into her silver Prius. I drank my coffee, holding back the urge to beg her to tell me where we were going. About thirty minutes later, Suzan parked her car at the JFK Airport parking lot. I looked at her confused, “Are we going on a trip?” Excitement filled my voice, “Hawaii!?”

She grinned, “Better.”

By that time, I was jumping up and down with excitement. Then it hit me, “But we don’t have clothes…”

She just winked at me. Without another word, I followed the mysterious blonde through the airport. She guided me to sit down and by that time, I was utterly confused, “Okay, Suz. What the hell? I thought we were going somewhere?”

She just smiled at me, once again. I was beginning to get annoyed with her lack of answers, “You woke me up THIS freaking early and you’re not even going to tell me why the hell I am sitting in the freaking airport?”

Without any words, she raised her hand, and pointed to the direction of the luggage claim. I followed her gaze and froze. There was a guy, with a mop of curly hair and a long, forever extending torso. He was staring straight at me and I could practically see his green eyes that I knew so well. His perfect lips that I had explored so many times, tugged into a smile, showing the world his angelically carved dimples. My heart skipped a beat at that smile. From just one glance, my depressed feeling that I had been feelings for weeks, subsided. I breathed out a whisper full of excitement, shock, and admiration, “Harry.”

Notes

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