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[seventeen]
[bridgit]
I know what you're thinking: Did we finish cooking our pre-Thanksgiving dinner?
The answer is yes. After a while of laying on my bed, I changed and he changed with clothes in his drawer (yes, he has a drawer). We ate our turkey, sweet potatoes, and delicious brownies under a candle light with fine red wine.
Anyways, the first thing I felt when I woke up was Harry's arms around my torso. Then, I opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock reading 7:00 a.m.
I jumped up, knocking Harry off of the bed.
"Ow," he groaned. "What the hell, Bridge?"
"Harry," I said slowly, taking off my clothes to get in the shower. "It's 7 o'clock!"
His eyes widened, knowing that our flights leave at 7:45 and the boys were probably already awake, wondering where the hell their bandmate is.
He followed my lead and took a shower in my other bathroom.
19 minutes later we were showered, dressed, and I had my suitcases. Harry had to go to his apartment for his luggage and we may or may not meet at the JFK.
I began to head out of the door, but before I could turn the knob, Harry spun me around and kissed me gently.
"Just think," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. "I won't be able to kiss you for five days."
"Trust me," I replied. "I thought." I kissed him back and opened the door, leading the way toward my car and his.
[zayn]
"Perrie, do you have all of your stuff?" I asked my girlfriend as we began to leave, knowing that her and the rest of her group has a winter tour after Thanksgiving starting in Australia.
"Yeah," she replied, sliding on her sunglasses.
"Where the HELL is Harry?" Louis asked, taking out his phone as he walked into the living room.
The morning was very cluttered and unorganized. Our flight was in 25 minutes and we were trying to leave for the airport, but Harry bloody Styles wasn't even here yet.
"Harry, where are you?!" Louis exclaimed in the phone. "Well, we're giving you three minutes to get here before we leave your ass."
Literally three minutes later, Harry unlocked the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that Niall was studying him closely. Don't get me wrong, I love my little Irish bud, but his obsession of figuring out whether or not Bridgit and Harry are together is a bit insane.
"Look," Liam said. "We'll curse you out in the car, but, for now, just get your bags."
He obeyed and grabbed his luggage from the door. We all went out at the same time.
We piled into two separate cars: Niall, Harry, Perrie, and I in Harry's car; Liam, El, Dani, and Louis in Dani's car.
I can't lie, it was a little tense between Harry and Niall in our car.
"Hey Niall!" Perrie piped up. "I heard you kissed Bridge!"
Since Perrie and I were in the backseat, I squeezed her leg, praying that she'd get the message to stop talking.
"Yeah..." Niall said slowly. "But, it was to prove Harry and Bridgit actually like each other or go out or whatever."
Harry shot a glare at him. "Why does it even matter to you?"
He ignored his question. "Where were you last night?"
"Me? Just drunk out of my mind, how about you?"
"Hey!" Perrie exclaimed, quieting them both. "Bridgit doesn't like either of you. She told me she wanted Justin."
"Bieber? As in Justin Bieber?" Harry asked.
"Actually," Niall began. "I heard Justin had a thing for Gem. That's what Bridgit told me."
Harry's jaw fell. "Gemma Anne Styles?! And him? Are you bloody kidding me?"
Perrie laughed. "Well, I guess Bridgit lied to all of us and we don't know shit about her."
Niall glanced at Harry. "Okay, so if you don't feel anything romantic towards Bridgit, then I can ask her out, right?"
Harry swerved and literally almost crashed us into the Empire State Building.
"Yeah," I added nonchalantly. "Why not? You can put up the front like you're payed to and Niall can have the joy of cruising through Mendler Land."
Perrie giggled. "Mendler Land? I don't even know what to say about that."
"Okay," Harry replied. "Ask her out."
Niall looked at him strangely for a second, but that look was soon replaced by a small smile.
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"This was an awkward ride," Perrie declared, getting her suitcase from the trunk when we reached the airport. Liam called and said that his car got a bit stuck in traffic, but I guess it didn't really matter because all flights were delayed since tomorrow is Thanksgiving and a lot of planes are flying today, tomorrow, and for the rest of the weekend.
We entered the airport and sat in the waiting area. Harry laid back and had in his headphones and that was blaring music, Niall was signing some girl's back, and Perrie and I were playing a nice game of 'Who Died and Gave That To Them?'
Finally, Bridgit walked up to us with a girl we have never seen before. She had gray eyes and blonde hair and was wearing yellow skinny jeans, a pink top and a white jeans jacket with white heels.
As they approached, they were laughing a lot and all of our attention was directed towards the two. Even Harry took out his headphones to see what was going on.
"Guys," Bridge started. "This is my best friend, Lola. She decided to come here and ride with me since nobody else is coming with me to Cali. Don't worry: her parents are unbelievably rich, so she has money to blow."
"God," Lola said, shivering. "It's so cold in New York! You're lucky I love you Bridge, or else I wouldn't have came to the cold north." She began observing all of us. "Well, I'm seeing the beautiful Perrie Edwards, hot Zayn Malik, sexy Harry Styles, and adorable Niall Horan. Where's everybody else?"
"Traffic jam," Perrie replied, immediately liking her since she called her beautiful.
"Well, well, well." Lola's eyes studied us. "Aren't you stacking up on boys B? First Shane, then Harry, and Justin, who is it going to be next? Innocent little Niall?"
"Shut up Lola," Bridgit replied, flicking her on the nose.
"Okay, okay. It's just that I'm in foreign territory. I don't know what to do! I already miss my warm, beautiful L.A. Beach. Oh, and by the way, Nick said hi."
"Nick?" Niall asked.
"Her brother," Harry replied.
"And how do you know that?"
"Because I told him," Bridgit butted in.
[harry]
Talk about an awkward day.
I know I'm supposed to be all nonchalant about Niall's crush on Bridgit that the boys told me he had, but that's impossible. So, instead, I just shoot him well deserved glares. At least he refrained from asking her out.
Bridgit came up to us with Lola, her California friend in tow, and it seems as if she knows more about us than you would think.
And I was about to find out she knew even more.
Lola sat next to me while Perrie and Zayn were busy judging people.
"So you're the famous Harry Styles," she said in a low tone, slowly playing with my hair. "I've heard so much about you."
I rose my brow. "Like what?"
She leaned in close to my ear and said, "I know about you and Bridgit."
I stared at her and she laughed. "I mean, I finally realized that you two aren't actually going out! Took some convincing on B's part, but I finally believed her."
'Why am I so scared to have people know about us?' I demanded with my thoughts. So, I sucked it up and told her, "Actually, we're truly a couple."
Lola's grin widened and she clapped her hands. "Bridge was right!" She exclaimed low enough so that Zayn and Perrie couldn't hear. "You really are a keeper!"
I was flattered that Bridgit thought I was a 'keeper,' but Lola's next words pulled me out of my happiness.
"But, watch out for that Shane guy. He's bad news for Bridge AND your relationship."
"The flight to Los Angeles, California, is boarding."
"Bye Mr. Styles. Have fun in Cheshire."
Bridgit came back and looked from Lola to me, shrugged, and they interlocked arms and boarded the plane.
[bridgit]
"So," Lola started as we sat at our designated seats. "What's up with you and Harry?"
"Nothing much," I replied shortly.
"Oh really?" She rose her brow.
I sighed. "We were together last night," I finally admitted after a couple of shaking on her part.
"Ooh! Did you guys get down and dirty?"
"Lola!" I exclaimed.
"What?" She asked. "It's a legitimate question. Did you two, you know...?"
I blushed. "Okay, new topic, I saw Shane."
Lola nearly choked on the gum she was chewing. "You saw who?!"
"Yeah, Gemma, Harry's sister let him in. He caught me off guard and half naked in my bedroom and recently, I have a feeling he's been stalking me."
"That drug dealer creep!"
"Actually, it's drug TRAFFICKER." We both looked up at the same time and saw Shane smiling down at us.
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Eep, that's all I can do for this chapter, I don't think I should start anything else.
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