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I grabbed the bag from Jason. He mumbled a 'Sorry' and ran off. What a bastard. I immediately let Sara out. "Thanks, Sty–hey, you're the guy from the airport! Harold damn Styles is standing in front of me?" I shushed her. "I knew you would figure out. You're a smart girl, you know." "Duh! I know where I stand! Like, NOOOO. I'm so dumb but I know fucking SIX LANGUAGES! Ugh! This is the worst day ever! I got kidnapped by someone with Justin Bieber's INITIALS! And Justin isn't even COOL anymore! Plus I'm dirty and tired and I JUST GOT OFF A DAMN AIRPLANE! And people–THESE PEOPLE–have the NERVE to stare at me! They didn't do that in AMERICA! Maybe I SHOULD JUST GO FUCKING HOME!" Sara shouted reaaaallllly loudly.
I decided to put my hood up, because that shadowed my face a little, and people were watching. "Come on, Sara, let's go." I said. She just frowned in response. I think she was going a little crazy. I had to push her inside. Even then she refused to budge. So I just left her there.
••••••Sara••••••
"Maybe I SHOULD JUST GO FUCKING HOME!" I shouted. Harold put his hood up. I guess he was trying to disguise himself. "Come on, Sara, let's go." I didn't want to move. I didn't feel like it. So I just frowned and stayed there. After abut 3 minutes, Harold went behind me and started pushing me. What nerve! I realized he was really determined to get me inside. Gosh. I smirked to myself and let him push me. I wondered what he would do once I was inside. Well, he tried to push me into the elevator, but I just stood tall and glued my feet to the floor. So he just left me there. Once he left, I couldn't help laughing. He didn't even know which room we got! Sure enough, he came back and saw me smirking. "Shut up…" Harold grumbled, blushing. Well, I think he was blushing. I couldn't see his face clearly because of the hood. We signed in and, after, I moved by myself. We got to our room, Harold went to see the bedroom. I took in all in. I smiled to myself. Then Harold came back. His hood was off, so I could see he was blushing. "What?" "Um, there's only one bed." "Oh." Awkward…

Notes

Three things.
1: No, my dad isn't in the army, but I know six languages anyway.
2: Read Cards, my other story.
3: I need a co-writer, because, Mrs.naseman isn't really updating (no offense) and I'm getting more and more busy with homework and school shit like that. So if you want to co-write, message me!