Pulling Heart Strings

5.

"It doesn't have to be today!" Louis pleaded once again, following me back into what used to be mine and Zayn's room. I had forgotten my makeup bag in there. Today was the day I would leave the guys. It had been another week of pure fun and genuine laughs. We had gone almost everywhere in London together. We had movie nights, lazy days, active days, and almost got kicked out of the hotel once for being too loud.

But we did get kicked out of yet another store because we were "stalking" the staff. Did I regret it? Not at all. It possibly hurt me mucch more to leave than it hurt my brother or our friends. Wait... it did because I would go back to lonesome California. Sure, I had Nicole and all, but she worked often and didn't get us kicked out of any hotels or stores other than this one time. She also had her boyfriend to attend, and I did not want to be the third wheel. Either way, I was holding back tears just for the boys' sake.

Louis wasn't making it any easier. With a light chuckle, one mixed with melancholy instead of actual humour, I kissed Louis on the cheek and nodded.

"School starts in three days, Louis. I finish off in four months."

"You can always finish here! You can go to a private school with my sisters!"

"That's sweet, but by the time I get enrolled, it would be too late." I shrugged, sadness lodging deeper into my heart as Louis snatched my makeup bag from the bathroom and held it above his head. I was shorter than Louis, yes, but I could just reach up and grab it. Louis wouldn't budge. He kept on steering it away from me. I huffed, tired of jumping and wrestling against his chest.

Why did they have to be so loveable?

"Louis, please, I need that."

"I know how you can't go out without makeup, so I'm keeping this here until you say you'll stay with us forever." why did he have to know me so well? It had been an hour of all of them trying to convince me to stay.

Niall locked me in the bathroom while I was showering. Harry had hidden my suitcases in the lobby, but Sarah brought them back. Liam had thrown me over his shoulder and kept me there for fifteen minutes. Not only was Louis keeping my makeup bag hostage, but he had also sat outside the door for twenty minutes, claiming that he wasn't moving until he was sure I missed my flight. I had even caught Zayn calling the airport and trying to cancel the ticket. Luckily, I jumped on his back and hung up before he confirmed. Then I punched him in the arm.

"Well, that doesn't matter." I shrugged, acting like I didn't care. "People have told me I look damn gorgeous without makeup, so..." I huffed, strutting out of the bathroom. That was such a lie, but I needed Louis to cave in. After a few seconds, I heard him coming after me.

"Here." he grumbled, shoving the makeup bag against me. I beamed at him, running out of the room to stuff it in my suitcase. The other four boys were in the kitchen, staring off into space, lost in their minds. I went up to Zayn and wrapped my arms around his torso. "Ready?" I whispered. He shook his head, sighed, and turned around so he could kiss my forehead.

Harry bit down on his lip as he came up to me with a bagel and cream cheese spread on top. "I can't let you go hungry, babe." he mumbled, looking down at the ground. I pecked his cheek in an attempt to bring back the light in his eyes. He only gave me a small smile before slumping back to Liam. There were forty-five minutes left until the plane left England and it took about ten getting to the airport.

I was in somewhat a rush while the others made my heart break. All they could do now was simply look sad to twist my heart out of my chest. "We'll see each other soon." Niall muttered, breaking the silence. I swallowed down a piece of my bagel before looking away from his eyes. That topic was sensitive since we all knew there was a good chance I wouldn't see them again.