"Hurry up, Lexie!" Ryann yelled. "We're going to miss the flight!" I was still packing in my room for the trip to London.

Harry and I haven't talked about the whole Graham thing since that night. I honestly didn't even want to bring it up because he’s being a butt about it. I want to have a mature conversation with him about Graham. Is that too much to ask for? I just want to know what’s so irritating about Graham.

Have I talked to Graham? Yes, but only over text messages. Every time he asked me to hang out with him, I told him I had to babysit Gail or something. I'm afraid to get close to him again and feel what I don't want to feel. It's better this way. Harry is who I want, even if he is acting like a jerk right now.

I sighed as I zipped my suitcase shut. I had a suitcase, my messenger bag, and a duffle bag packed. I'll be in England from the 23rd to the 3rd of January and I'd normally have more stuff prepared, but I heard we're only supposed to bring one suitcase and two carry-ons. And yes, a purse counts as a carry-on. Stupid, I know.

"Coming!" I yelled as I grabbed all of my bags and dragged them out of my room.

"Oh my gosh!" Ryann yelled.

I reached the bottom of the stairs to find Ryann pressed against the glass door. "What?"

"He sent a limo for us!" Ryann jumped and clapped.

"Of course he did," I rolled my eyes. He just has to go all out and attract attention to Ryann and myself after not wanting me to be seen. Bitch.

"Bye Sweetie, have a safe trip," my mom walked over and hugged me.

"Call or text us when you get there," my dad nodded before hugging me as well.

“I’ll set a reminder on my phone.” I have a bad memory when it comes to things like that. Plus, I figured I’d be tired and distracted when I got there anyways. I set a reminder for 9:00am since that’s the time I’ll be arriving in England. Yup, it’s a ten hour flight. Yay.

Gail ran over and hugged my legs tight, “Bye X!”

“Bye Sissy,” I squatted down to her height and hugged her.

“Bye Guys,” Ryann also exchanged hugs with my family. “Let’s go.” She was in such a hurry even though it was only 8:00pm. Our flight is at 11. Eh, she’s just excited. She grabbed her luggage and ran out to the limousine.

“Love you,” I waved before grabbing my things and walking out the door. I saw a familiar face helping Ryann load her suitcase into the trunk. “Paul?”

Paul smiled at me as he walked over, “Hello Miss Reed, it’s nice to see you again.”

I groaned, “Harry made you fly here to get me?”

“He just wanted to be sure things were running smoothly.”

“Don’t lie to me. He made you come so you can protect me,” I air quoted the word ‘protect.’

“Miss Reed, he just wants to keep you safe.” Well, he didn't deny what I just said. That’s great. When is Harry going to understand that I can handle myself? “Can I take your bags for you?”

I waved my hand, “It’s alright, I've got it.” I placed my own things into the trunk and joined Ryann in the limo. I’m not going onto the trip for people to hold my things, take my coat for me, spend money on me, and help me with anything. I’m going on this trip to see my friends and have fun.

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“This is amazing!” Ryann squealed, once again pressing her face to glass. “You’re not going to believe where we are.”

“The airport?” She’s dumb sometimes.

She smirked, “Even better.”

I stood to my knees on the seat and placed myself next to Ryann. When I peered out the window, I was stunned. We were at a runway, an airplane runway. There was only one plane though, and it wasn't even a plane. It’s a private jet. He sent a jet. I wanted to be mad like I have been, but I couldn't help but feel excited. We’re going to be on a jet!

Just then, the limousine door opened. Paul poked his head in, “Ladies, we’re here.”

Ryann and I nodded and slid our butts out of the limo. I don’t know about Ryann, but I felt awkward walking over to that jet. It’s like when you go to a friend’s house for the first time and you don’t know what to do or how to feel. That’s how I felt walking up to this thing.

Well, I probably could’ve brought more stuff then. No, no, no. You’re not moving in or anything, Lexington.

When we got inside, Ryann, Paul and I all sat in our own rows. This way no one has to climb over the other person just to go to the bathroom. This is great because we don’t have to sit next to strangers who hog the whole row or some obnoxious crying baby. I love kids, but a ten hour plane ride next to one wouldn't be high on my list.

I pulled my laptop out of my duffle bag and turned it on. Normally we’re not allowed to use electronics when taking off, but no one yelled at me. I think it’s because there’s like six of us on the plane: Me, Ryann, Paul, the pilot, the co-pilot, and a flight attendant. No point in telling me to shut my computer down.

Remember the video Harry and I made of us baking? Yeah? Well, I still haven’t edited it. In my defense, I've been going through a rough time since Tommy’s passing, but now that I've had time to grieve, I can finally look back at this video.

I plugged my headphones in so no one would have to listen to Harry and I making out when it gets to that part. Definitely editing that part out. When I pulled the video open, I immediately smiled at the two dorks standing before the camera.

"Sup guys? Lex here. And to-"

I was interrupted by Harry's deep voice, "Yo."

"Shut up Harry. Anyways, today I'm here with Harry Styles. He and I have a little competition going on. Who is the better baker?"

"Obviously me.”

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. We are going to be baking chocolate chip cupcakes for our very amazing judges."

"Amazing," he echoed me while waving a spatula.

I laughed at the sight. Watching this video made me realize the fun I’d have dating this boy. Sure we mess with each other a lot, but that’s the fun of it. I've always had this boring life and he turned it around for me. He brought my life to life, if that makes any sense. It probably doesn't, oh well.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I removed my headphones and paused the video before looking up at Paul. “Can I sit here for a minute?”

I furrowed my brows, “Sure.”

“Thanks,” he said while sitting down. “Miss Reed, I hope you’re not going to be too hard on Harry. I mean, that’s my job.” I laughed. “He’s finally telling everyone about you.”

“He is?”

“He knows you want him to. That’s what this trip is about, getting you noticed. That and spending time with the boys of course.” Duh, I forgot this was when we were doing the ‘friends with Taylor’ and ‘dating Styles’ thing. “So please don’t be hard on him. He’s wanted to talk about you for so long, but management told him to wait.”

I played with my hair, “Why couldn’t he just tell me that?”

“I don’t know,” he slid his hand through his hair. “That’s something you’re going to have to ask him.”

“Okay,” I smiled. Paul nodded and began getting up, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Thank you Paul, really.”

“No problem Miss Reed.” With that, he went back to his row. I’m glad he told me. I shouldn’t be so mad at Harry, he’s doing nice things for me. And here I am complaining about him sending a limo. Geez, I’m an idiot.

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I saw a beautiful all-black horse with the coolest eyes: dark blue with a tiny rust colored inner circle. I gently stroked the horse’s head before climbing on. He could run fast, and by fast I meant faster than Harry’s horse.

Harry was a good ten feet behind me, and he wasn't getting any closer. I liked this, racing him and beating him. I looked back at his face of concentration: His eyebrows were furrowed while his mouth was slightly open, allowing his tongue to push on his bottom lip. I laughed as I turned forward again.

The ground wasn’t like any regular ground; it was made of what appeared to be blue cotton candy. Yet, the horse’s hooves hitting the cotton candy still sounded as if they were hitting gravel. All around us were pink cotton candy shrubs, holding Gumdrops and Dots (Candy).

Eventually, we came across a wide river of milk. I’m guessing it’s milk since that’s the only white drink I can think of. A wicked grin spread across my face as I made my horse run faster, towards the milk. Before I knew it, my horse flew over the large river. Once I landed on the other side I turned to face Harry, whose horse stopped before the river.

“See now, that’s not even fair,” Harry shook his head.

I chuckled, “Someone’s a sore loser.”

We got off of our horses and stood before the river.

“Ready?” he smiled.

“Nervous, but ready,” I bit my lip.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. On three. One…two…THREE!” We jumped into the flowing river. We found each other’s hands and held on tight as the river took us downstream. That’s when we came across a waterfall, the one we've been planning to ride. Riding the waterfall was frightening. That was until it turned into a tunnel, allowing us to breathe. It was like a slide, but a tunnel of milk was all around us instead. It was amazing.

I smiled at Harry and reached over to kiss him as our hair blew out of our faces due to the fact that we were falling. I noticed our hair wasn't even wet, we weren't even wet.

We squealed as we rode the tunnel down. We even held our hands up high as if we were riding a roller coaster. Then, we landed on our feet onto the blue cotton candy ground again.

Harry pulled away, “Again?”

“Again,” I smiled.

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“Lexie,” Ryann lightly shook me awake. I opened my eyes, but quickly closed them after being blinded by the light. “We’re going to land in a few minutes.”

“Mm,” I nodded at her.

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders, “I can’t believe I’ll be seeing Goldilocks again.”

“Your future husband,” I joked.

“Or just my future really awesome best friend. I’d be fine with either one,” she shrugged.

The flight attendant walked over, “Ladies, fasten your seat belts. We’re about to land.”

“Okay, thank you,” I smiled, and Ryann and I did what we were told. “Is Paul buckled?”

“You sound like a mother,” Ryann smirked. I glared at her, which made her stretch her neck out to check. “Yes Mom, he’s buckled up.”

I shoved her, “Jerk. I just wanted to be sure.”

"Exactly what a mom would do," she continued to joke.

"Shut up," I lightly slapped her.

Paul stood up, “Girls, we’re here.” Wow, that was fast. The landing was so smooth I didn't even know we landed. We unbuckled our seat belts quickly and opened our window to find a limo waiting for us and the one and only 1D waiting for us.

I looked at Ryann with a stupid looking grin, “We’re here!” We squealed a little before fixing ourselves up. I grabbed my duffle and purse and ran out the doors, straight to Harry.

“Harry!” I squealed like a little girl as I ran towards him, dropping my bags along the way. I hope I didn't break my laptop or camera. I gladly jumped into his welcoming arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He spun me in circles before planting a quite noticeable kiss on my lips. He kissed me, in public, in front of people. Wow.

“Hello Beautiful,” he pushed a piece of hair out of my face after pulling away. He gently placed me on the ground and intertwined our fingers. “How was your flight?”

“I don’t know, I slept through half of it.”

He chuckled, “Would you like to sleep when you get settled into your hotel?”

“Hmm, maybe after we get food?” I hope I didn't sound greedy. “I’m hungry.”

“Of course,” he smiled.

Paul grabbed my bags for me and was about to load them into the trunk.

“Paul, we've gone through this before. Let me do that,” I walked over and grabbed my bags from him.

“Actually, I think that’s my job,” Harry grabbed my duffle bag out of my hand.

I smirked, “I’m impressed. Styles is a gentleman? Who would've thought?”

“Oh hush,” he placed my bag into the trunk. Then, he held his hand out to grab my other bag.

“Oh no. This one stays with me,” I gripped the handle of my messenger bag.

Harry just shrugged and helped Ryann load her bags.

“Periwinkle!” I ran over to Niall and tackled him.

“Hey Lexiboo! I missed you,” he ruffled my hair.

“Hey!” I fixed my hair with a laugh. “Don’t touch the hair!”

Just then, I felt someone lift me off of my feet and hold me against their chest, hugging me tightly.

“Help, help! I’m under attack!”

They placed me on the ground and turned me to face them. “Hey Lexie,” Louis pinched my cheek.

“Louis!” I buried my head into his chest.

“I missed you Mum.”

“What?” I quickly lifted my head from him. Did he just call me what I think he called me?

Niall fell to the ground laughing hard. Am I missing something? Liam pulled me into a hug and whispered, “You were high.” Those three words were all I needed to hear. Damn. I was a weirdo when I was on painkillers. Now Louis is never going to stop calling me Mom…or Mum…you know what I mean.

I walked over to Zayn. “Okay Bro. I know you like to keep looking like you’re cool,” I air quoted cool. “So maybe we should just have a handshake instead of a hug.”

“How is a handshake any cooler?” he laughed.

“Bro…” I made a ‘tsk’ noise and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “Listen.” All the boys and Ryann were snickering at what I was doing. “How is a handshake not cool?”

Zayn tried to keep a straight face, but a smile was still showing. “I guess you have a point. What’s our handshake?”

“Its top secret,” I gestured him to lower his head closer to mine. “A fist bump.” Everyone began busting out into laughter; Niall was even on the ground laughing again. “Is that how it was invented?”

“I have no idea,” Zayn chuckled before giving me a well-deserved fist bump.

Harry walked over and put his arm around my waist, “Dork.”

We all piled into the limo, and were on our way to get dinner. I pulled out my phone and did just as my parents requested, I texted them. I realized its 3:17PM here. By the way, I’m so happy phones change their clocks themselves.

“Is there such thing as ‘Linner’ or ‘Dunch’?” I asked.

“What?” Harry was confused.

Ryann played with the end of her shirt, “Lunch and Dinner, combined?”

“Yup.” She knows me so well.

“There should be. I mean, they have Brunch,” Ryann waved her hands.

“Very true,” Liam chuckled.

We all went out to Nandos, Niall’s request. We spent the whole time eating talking about random things. What could be more random than Linner? Well Louis brought up Paprika and we all had a debate with Harry on whether or not it was garnish. Ryann actually believed Harry for quite some time. Dumbass. I love her, but sometimes that girl is dumb. I won’t deny I’m stupid too, so it’s okay.

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After a while, Ryann and I decided to call it a quits since we had some bad jetlag. Apparently, they were all planning on going to Nandos already, since everyone’s cars were in the parking lot and the limo was gone. Harry had offered to take Ryann and me to our hotel in his truck. That was the plan as well, since mine and Ryann’s luggage were already in his truck.

Ryann and I were in the same hotel, but we got separate rooms in case Harry and I…yeah. Or Ryann and Niall. You never know what’ll happen on this trip.

Anyways, we walked to Ryann’s room first and helped her get settled in. I really just wanted to see what her room looked like. It wasn't even a room, it was a suite. She had a kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom. It was so cute.

After Ryann fell asleep in her bed, we left her room and walked across the hallway to mine. Harry carried my bags for me as we walked in. My room was the same as Ryann’s. The only difference was my bed sheets are green and her’s are red.

I pulled my camera out of my purse and began filming. “This is my hotel room Guys. Isn't it amazing?”

“It’s actually a suite,” Harry corrected me.

“Thanks for your help Harold,” I rolled my eyes at the camera. “Divas these days.” I ran to my bed and jumped into it. “This bed is comfier than the one I have at home. Is that sad?”

“In a way, yes,” Harry said before plopping next to me. He waved at the camera, “Hello again.”

“I haven’t even finished our other video. There’s one thing missing.”

He scrunched his face, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

I sat up, “You promised the viewers you’d take off your shirt.”

“And I always keep my promises,” he grinned before standing in front of the camera. He winked and removed his shirt seductively, making me laugh at his silliness. “That was for all the fans.”

I faced the camera towards me, “There you have it. You've now seen Harry Style’s four nipples.”

Harry gasped and covered the other abnormal nipples that were on his stomach. Don’t worry, I caught that on camera. “How dare you speak of them.”

I shushed the camera, “It’s a secret.”

Harry plopped down on the bed and pulled me down with him. We were now laying face-to-face while I’m still pointing the camera towards us.

“When I’m old and wrinkly, and my tattoos are deformed, would you still care about me?” That was a freakin’ random question, Styles.

I thought about it for a second. “Hmm, no.”

“Why you little…” he tickled me and growled.

“Harry stop,” I tried shoving him off, but it was useless since I only had one arm available. That’s when I kissed him, I knew it’d make him stop. The thing was, he was shirtless so I had to stop. We don’t need another video like that.

We ended up in a position where I was flat on my back and he laid diagonally over me. “I’m being crushed,” I laughed to the camera.

“Good, you said you wouldn't care for me when I’m old,” Harry pouted.

I ran my fingers through his curls, “Well would you take care of me when I’m not so young and very wrinkly?”

“Ew, wrinkles,” he buried his head into my chest.

I giggled, “See? Maybe if we got a few face-lifts and some Botox.”

“You’d do that for me?” he lifted his head.

“Psh, I was joking. I will be there for you to the grave,” I ran my fingers along his bare back.

He kissed my shoulder, “And I’d do the same for you.”

“Now I have it on recording. You better live up to that promise.”

“I always keep my promises.” I could tell he was serious and it made my heart melt. He’s such an incredible guy and can’t wait to call him mine.

“Alright Guys,” I said to the camera. “We’re gonna go since I’m sleepy. I’ll be recording about half this trip, so look for more videos soon. Bye!” I closed the camera and handed it to Mister Long Arms to place on the end table since I was trapped.

He suddenly rolled to his back and pulled me on top of him. As I laid on top of him, I laid my head down on his chest to fall asleep. “Sweet Dreams Lex.”

“Night Babe.” That was the first time I didn’t call him Bitch. I could tell he was grinning, so I felt around for his mouth and placed my hand over it. “Wipe that grin off of your face you cocky Bastard.” I felt his laughter rumble through his chest. His oh-so-adorable laugh. Then I drifted off to a nice sleep.

Notes

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