Serendipity is for Suckers | h.s. *EDITING*

13 // ❀587 days before❀

I wake up to my alarm sounding through my small bedroom. Thank God I prepared my shit beforehand otherwise I would be scrambling this morning.

Our flight leaves at six this morning which gives me some extra time to get ready before a driver comes to pick me up and take me to the airport.

I put on a large grey sweatshirt, leggings, and my converse. I check my backpack one last time to make sure I have everything that I need.

I'm interrupted by a text I received from Graham telling me that he and the driver are outside waiting. I rush down to the lobby and out the lobby entrance before hopping into the large black SUV parked right out front. The driver takes my things and places them in the back.

"Good Morning, Ria! Ready for the best trip of your life?" Graham greets in a chirpy tone from the front seat. He holds out a cup holder tray with to-go cups of coffee and I gently take one out from the holder.

"Yep!"

"By the way, I've noticed that you've been racking up a lot of attention recently from your night out with Elise," he says. So I've heard. "Hey, if you need a manager you know who to call," he jokes with a smile. Actually, I'm not really sure if he's joking or being serious.

The car ride to the airport was relatively short because of the lack of early morning traffic. By the time we get there, we're guided to a separate smaller building that's kind of hidden and located farther from the public entrance.

We end up at this one-story building and when I walk in it looks like a smaller version of an airport terminal. I'm guessing this is the terminal for private and luxury flights. We go through security and all that before sitting on one of the benches and Graham starts to go through the week's schedule with me.

"As soon as we land in Madrid, it would already be time for lunch and the whole crew usually goes to this restaurant to eat. Then we have the rest of the day to just settle into the hotel and prepare for tomorrow," he explains. "Tomorrow morning will consist of interviews and radio shows for Harry and then sound check at the end of the day. The day after that, the morning is free for whatever you want to do, a crew meeting in the afternoon followed with the first concert in the evening. Got it?" He asks and breathes out a long breath as if he were holding it in the entire time.

"Got it." I smile and he mutters a "good" under his breath.

He also explains that we'll be taking a private jet to Madrid and it'd just be us, Harry, Ruth, the travel agents, some hair and clothing stylists, a couple of security guards, and the rest of the band. This will also be my first time even riding on a private plane for the first time and I'm kind of excited for it. I really don't know what to expect.

One by one, I watch as people from the crew start to slowly arrive and go through security before exiting the building and walking towards the plane that's parked right outside. Graham and I are ordered to board the plane last so that we could take a headcount. So the two of us are just sitting on the bench waiting for everyone else to arrive.

I hear the door jingle, signaling someone's arrival, and when I look up I spot Harry first with his bodyguard entering through the doors. They check in and go through security. As soon as Harry sees me and Graham sitting across the room, we make eye contact and he quickly looks away even when I tried to wave at him. Yep, he's definitely ignoring me.

It hurts a little but that's because I don't think anyone's ever full on ignored me voluntarily. I've always been the quiet person in the background and it unsettles me when people hate me. And Harry definitely hates me right now for whatever reason.

"Hey, G," Harry mutters and Graham returns the acknowledgement with a hello. His bodyguard is ahead, opening the door for him, and they both leave to board the plane with the rest of the crew.