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People change people.

Airports.

~Harry's pov~

Airports. Fucking bane of my existence. Filled with paparazzi and screaming fans. All I wanted to do was get Gemma and leave. I was excited to see my sister after her 3 month stay in LA. I had missed her, we'd always been close growing up. I felt she was the one person I could truly confind in. I was sitting in my black Range Rover trying to lay low and avoid everyone when suddenly my phone buzzed, it was Gem.

Hey, where are you?

uhmmm well, you see hazza, I got of the plane and went to baggage claim and then I saw this cute coffee shop and I went for a little look and..

You're lost aren't you?

yes. Could you please come get me?

Fine. Stay where you are.

God this was the last thing I wanted to do. It's okay Styles you can handle this, you've handled worse. Alright let's go. I slid out of my car and walked quietly across the parking lot, keeping my sunglasses on and my head down. The perks of having been a huge celebrity once is knowing all the small backways around airports. I walked down a small hallway with my head down when a small figure suddenly slammed into me. The contents of her purse had spilled open onto the floor, I got down to try and help her retrieve them only for us to bump heads. She made a small yelping sound and I looked at her to make sure she wasn't bleeding or anything. That definitely wasn't what I needed right now. As we both stood up I got a good look at her, she was small, petite, long wavy golden hair, eyes that looked like oceans, deep enough to drown in, thick brows that really helped shape her face, and perfect plump pink lips. I apologised quickly as she walked away, I turned to watch her and all I could say was damn. That ass did not quit. Stop Styles, pull it together. Suddenly another figure bumped into me, this one I recognised.

"Harry! Thank god! Let's get out of her I'm so sick of airports." Gemma said with a sigh of relief.

"Haha, that makes two of us." I replied and gave her a quick hug.

We slipped into my car and immediately the questions began.

"So, any news on the girl front?" Gemma asked flipping through radio stations before finally setteling on one.

"Um, no." I replied quietly.

"Ugh come on, Harry! You know there are thousands of girls who would kill to spend just one night with you." She said with a slightly frustrated tone.

"Yes, but there aren't many who would stay." I said gripping hard onto the steering wheel. The rest of the car ride was silent.

After having a quiet dinner with Gem I dropped her off at our mums and drove home. I had moved back to Holmes Chapel for a new start. Just wanting to get away, be a normal human being. Just be myself, not this huge celebrity who needed to always be in the spotlight. I pulled into the driveway of my home and saw that a new family had moved in across the street, curious. I hope they enjoy it here, I hope they don't know me.