Niall's P.O.V

We're on our way to Georgia on the plane because six hours is a long time to be cramped up in a van--we learned that on the way to Arizona. Harry hasn't left Clara's side since we left them alone for the concert, and I don't blame him. I wonder if I would be that protective of my girlfriend. Probably worse. Our concert went really well, though, and the crowd was pretty happy with us. I hope that the concert in Georgia will be that good. A day after the concert, we'll be on our way to Florida. That'll be great. We have two concerts there, and it'll be warm so that we can go swimming and have a great time. We won't have a chance to go camping during the tour--we missed our chance in Arizona after everything that happened--but hopefully we'll go camping when we get back home. Perrie sounds like she would love to come, maybe even bring the rest of her band: Jade, Jesy, and Leigh-Anne. We don't know Little Mix too well, except for Perrie, but they're pretty cool girls. They like a good party and they seem to be a lot like us for the most part--just a girl version. 

Harry and Clara are moving to a song on Clara's new iPhone 5s--which, by the way, Harry bought her for their one-month anniversery, proving how spoiled a popstar's girlfriend really is--Louis and Eleanor are talking quietly with their foreheads touching, Tyler and Liam are talking about different old bands and singers, leaving Zayn and I doing absolutely nothing. Actually, Zayn is sleeping. My bad. I sigh and plug in my headphones to my own iPhone 4s. I laugh softly at the first song on my playlist that comes on: "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Van Halen.

Harry's P.O.V

Clara has a great taste in music--most of it is One Direction, but still. Most of it is either pop or rock, which is exactly what I listen to. I grin at Clara when "Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen comes on. I have to literally put my hand over my mouth to refrain from singing along. Clara laughs breathily at my obvious pain at being unable to sing the song at the top of my lungs. I roll my eyes at my beautiful girlfriend and nuzzle her shoulder. She giggles and nips playfully at my ear. The rest of the short plane ride goes on much like that, just me and her. It's quite nice, actually--to have that time to rest and be unbothered by any responsibility whatsoever. I have a feeling that Georgia will be pretty uneventful. Actually, it's more like I hope that Georgia will be uneventful. We finally land in the Columbus Metropolitan Airport and exit the plane to a crowd of excited fans. They're more dumbed down than the rest of the fans from America so far, but they're still crazy. Clara's shoulders shake with laughter the whole way to the van. How she could go through everything she's been through and still be able to laugh, I have absolutely no idea. I'm glad, though. I would hate for her to lose her sense of humour. 

An hour later, we arrive at the hotel. It's extremely nice and I feel awkwardly out of place in my skinny jeans and t-shirt. Until I see another group of teenage boys, of course. They're in board shorts and shirtless. They look like they've come from the pool. They look so carefree and I find myself wishing I were like them. Clara squeezes my hand and we take the elevator to our rooms with the rest of the boys along with Tyler and Eleanor. Clara and Eleanor seem to have become really great friends, and I'm excited that they get along so well. I would hate for things to be awkward if my girlfriend and one of my best mate's girlfriends didn't get along. Tyler has been keeping more to herself recently, being attached at the hip to Liam. He doesn't seem to mind it...

Clara's P.O.V

The boys don't have a concert until tomorrow, so we get tonight to ourselves. Louis and Eleanor basically trample over us on their way to their room--God knows what they're doing now--and Tyler and Liam tried to sneak to their room unnoticed, but epically failed. We laugh after they leave because they just can't keep their hands off each other. It sort of makes me worry, though. What if they aren't in love? What if what they have is purely lust-driven? I hope that, for both of their sakes, that's not all they have. I care about them both and I don't want to have to deal with the broken hearts of two of my best friends. Being the last people left, Niall, Harry, Zayn, and I sit in the living room and hang out for a while. We talk about random things and laugh at different media ideas. A paparazzi the other day asked me if I was pregnant. There's a thought. I can see the headline now--Clara Higgen's: Slut Girlfriend of Harry Styles? No way. We've only been dating for twenty one days--yes, I counted. For me to be pregnant already...that's a little premature, don't you think? Harry's hand rests comfortably on my thigh and I lean into him. Niall and Zayn avert their gazes, snickering.

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