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"If I don't say this now I will surely break, as I'm leaving the one I want to take"

Izi's POV

I couldn't stop staring at the text message Zara had sent me. It was a screenshot of One Direction's post on Facebook:

'Hey Australia! The boys are heading back down under this week for some publicity and a very special private show! Head over to the Hot Hits Facebook page to win!'

Why? They said they had time off before the Asian tour. Why would they come here out of the blue? My hands were shaking as I read the post over and over again. Did he plan this? Would he make them fly across the world for me?

'Stop it. You're being fucking ridiculous.' I thought to myself, shaking the thought of him from my head. He wouldn't do that. He'd stopped trying to contact me nearly a week ago. I threw my phone down onto my bed, only to pick it up again and log onto Twitter. I had over 500 follow requests, I never did understand why fans followed people that the boys followed but oh well. I typed in Harry's username and read the first tweet that came up:

@Harry_Styles: Australia! Can't wait to see you all again soon. All the love .x

I panicked. Typing in the other boys' users to see what they had said:

@Niallofficial: Yeeeeeh buddy ! Heading back to Oz ! Can't wait to see the sons !

@Louis_Tomlinson: Ready to be back in Aus! Always great weather and good times!

@Real_Liam_Payne: Love Australia and all our fans, cant wait to be back x

Jesus Christ. This was actually happening, they were coming here. I couldn't control myself, I was panicking. I deactivated my Twitter again and turned off my phone. I wasn't going to have anything to do with this, I just couldn't.


Harry's POV

We landed in Sydney on Friday afternoon and from the moment we got off the plane we were being shuffled from interview to interview. We were due to fly down to Melbourne tomorrow and even the thought of it made me feel sick. I smiled politely as we were ushered into a room full of camera's. We'd decided to do a press conference to announce we'd be back to do a full stadium tour at the beginning of next year. I tried hard to focus on what everyone around me was saying and doing but I just couldn't, all I wanted was to get on the plane and go and find Izi.

Jet lag took over all of us the second we got back to the hotel, all of us crashing and sleeping right through until morning. I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I rolled over to go back to sleep before I remembered what I was doing. Today was the day. I needed to see her, I was desperate to be around her.
We made our way to the lobby of the hotel, stopping for the fans that lined the sides of the driveway, before we were ushered into a black van and driven to the airport. The hour long flight felt like forever as I tried to relax. The faint sound of the music from Niall's headphones irritating me slightly. I couldn't stop fidgeting, I just wanted to get off the plane.

"H. Settle down," I heard someone hiss. I turned to see Preston looking at me with his eyebrows raised. "You're gonna give yourself a bloody heart attack."

"I just want to get off this fucking plane." I hissed back at him. Just as he opened his mouth to respond as the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker;

We are now beginning our decent into Melbourne where the temperature is a beautiful 25 degrees. From everyone here at QANTAS we thank you for choosing to fly with us."

Preston raised his eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes. I just needed to get to her. It took what felt like hours to finally get out to the car, we had to walk the Tarmac because there were too many fans inside and the police had deemed it as dangerous. Normally it upset me when we couldn't stop for fans, but today all I wanted was to get in the car. The other three boys took a van to the hotel, muttering 'good luck' to me and giving me genuine smiles. I was shaking when Preston lead me to the car that was waiting underground to take me to her. I recited her address to the driver and he took off. My legs were jittery the entire way there and I couldn't keep still. Preston put a hand on my leg and I turned to look at him;

"What the hell has gotten into you mate? You need to chill out," He gave me light laugh as he patted my leg, "It's gonna be fine. I know how much she cares about you." He was being so genuine and kind, but I couldn't respond. I just waited until we pulled up outside a red brick house. I froze completely, my hand hovering over the handle to the door.

"Harry, for fucks sake get out of the damn car." Preston said, reaching over and pushing the door open for me. I climbed out, there were no cars in the driveway, what if she wasn't home? I slowly made my way up to her front door, my fingers lingering over the doorbell before I finally pressed it. My hands started to sweat as I heard footsteps approaching the door. I held my breath as the door swung open, revealing Izi standing there in a baggy black t-shirt and denim shorts. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she wasn't wearing any makeup.

"Hey.." I said softly. She stared at me for a few moments before she spoke;

"Why is it that whenever I open a door, I always seem to find you standing there?" Her tone was sarcastic, but slightly playful. I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back.

"Can I come in?" I asked cautiously, taking a step towards her. She pondered my request for a few moments before stepping aside and motioning for me to come in, closing the front door behind me.

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