Part 5: Room With A View

Chapter 6.

Harry's P.O.V.

Not the best Christmas in my life.. It was good to be home with my family, but my mood was all down. I'm better now. I spent a day with Ed before going back on tour. He's coming with us some of the way to be there on my birthday, so that's nice. I'm trying not to think of Vig that much because she is right. How can I enjoy life and Tour if I'm always thinking of her? I had a bad breakdown over Christmas, but that's it. I'm going to be happy till she's back. I can be happy! Cause she is not going to leave me, she promised to come back and Vigga is the kind of human being who will never break a promise. I believe in her, in us and in our future. We only have a couple of month left and then we will be together. Right now we are off the Scandinavia, so that should be fun.

Vigga's P.O.V.

It's getting closer. The 1th of February. I've booked a ticket to a plane which will take me to Denmark.. and one to a plane, which will take me back to Norway. Niall and Ashton talked to Paul, who will be waiting for me and be the one to let me in to the concert. At the time Paul is letting me in the boys will still be on stage – so hopefully he won't notice a thing before I'm there. I ran over the plan again and again in my mind. The hardest thing about this is I can't share my happiness with that one person I want to share it with the most..

That's how you know you love someone, I guess.. When you can't experience anything without wishing the other person was there to see it, too? When we Skype I can't stop smiling. But I think it's good, to let him know it's all right to smile and have fun when we are apart. And I know he is happier too. I can see it in the look of his eyes, the way he talks about the tour and the boys I know he is happy – and that makes me happy. He has finally allowed him self to be happy.

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I grabbed the last pair of normal jeans, threw them in my bag, grabbed my anorak and pulled it over my head as I tried to turn the lights off. Why am I always late! God! I grabbed the shoulder strap on the bag, threw it over my shoulder, wrapped the scarf around my neck, grabbed my keys and phone with the same hand and then my coffee with the other. On the way out I hit my hip on the table, which made me turn around in pain and hit my head against the open door. "FOR GOD SAKE!" I whined as I tried to find my way out. I closed the door and looked it behind me.

The wind was cold and made my lungs shrink by the shock. It's had been snowing all night and to be hornets I was ready to hear the "We are not flying anywhere!" but I hadn't jet, so that must be a good thing, right?

The cap ride felt endless! Not to speak about the waiting time in the airport! Finally they started boarding my plane and I slowly walked with my bag to the gate. Now it's only a matter of hours.. As I found my seat and put my bag away I heard some giggling behind me. I really didn't think of it at first, but it continued? I looked behind me and saw two girls, a couple of years younger than me I believe, looking at me while giggling. I gave them a smile and looked away. I let myself fall back in seat and closed my eyes.

Quickly after the security quid the plane took off. I opened my eyes by the sound of the seat belt-light turning off. I looked out of the window, still dark.. I looked back to meet the eyes of the two girls who were giggling before we took off. "Hi.. Can we ask you a question?" Confused I smiled, "Yeah, of course! What can I do for you?" The other girl stated giggling again. "You are.. You are Vigga, right? - Harry's girlfriend. .." I smiled again, I had been away from London half a year now.. Which meant half a yeah with no recognition as "Harry's girlfriend".. Don't get me wrong! I didn't mind it at all! I just forgot all about it.. I came back to reality again and giggled a bit, "Sorry! Yes, yes I am. I'm Vigga. And you are?" the girls suddenly became shy and blushed. "Hey, it's all right? I'm just a normal gril. Please don't be shy." My words seamed to help because both girls started to smile again. "I'm Hazel, and this is my sister April." April and Hazel.. "That's two very beautiful names you got there!" The girls laughed a bit before talking again. "Are you going home to Denmark? We are from Denmark! Or, our mum is from Denmark – our dad is from Norway." I suddenly felt stuck, I didn't know what to say?! I couldn't say I was going to se Harry.. but as fans from Denmark they probably knew they were there? "Can you keep a secret?.." I looked at them with an exaggerated questioning look. "YEAH! Yes, yes, yes we can!" The girls were suddenly broth to life! "But you can't say anything! You can't tell anyone you met me here before tomorrow! Promise?" the girls nodded synchronic. ".. Okay, it's Harry's birthday today and I'm going to surprise him at the concert in Denmark. He doesn't know I'm coming, so you can't say a thing! I swear to God I'm going to get you killed if you say anything before I get there! But now you have a story to tell you friends – tomorrow." I winked at the girls, who both had dropped their jaws. "We won't say a thing!" This was the first time April talked but the faithfulness in her voice made me laugh. "But will you take a picture with us?" I laughed again and nodded.

I woke up by the sunlight hitting my face. It felt so good! I hadn't seen the sun for months now, but here in Copenhagen it was out to shine. It made me smile. I grabbed my bags, waved back to the two girls and walked out of the plane. I walked through the big halls and down to rent a car. I got the keys, threw the bag over my shoulder and walked out of the crowded airport. I finally found the red Nissan qashqai. I jumped in, threw the bag on the passenger seat and turned it on. As soon as I turned the key the music hit my face. "Wow.." I mumbled to myself as I turned down the radio. I looked at the clock, 18:47. I just needed to find something to eat and then drive to the concert. I needed to be there when the boys where on stage so Harry wouldn't see me at the back. I should be there around 20:30 so that would be fine. I released the hand brake and backed out.