Tuesday at Midnight
"Brishelle" Harry says shaking me. I fidget. "Brishelle" Harry says again.
"What" I say. I look over at my clock. "Midnight. Harry there better be a damn good reason why you woke me up at midnight." I say.
"There is we have to get ready for our flight to London." Harry says. I smile from ear to ear. I totally forgot that today I leave for London. I crawl to the edge of the bed next to Harry.
"Don't just stand there get me down" I say. Harry picks me up bridal style and carries me down the ladder. "Savannah's we have to go to Savannah's hotel to get my things" I say.
"Not a problem love" Harry says. He sets me down. I stretch my arms and walk into the kitchen. I pull the box of Cherrios off the top of the fridge. I pull out the carton of milk and pour myself a bowl of Cherrios before my trip to London. I eat my bowl of cereal and walk over to Harry.
"Can we go to the Burbank Hotel? I need to get my bags from Savannah" I say. Harry sighs.
"Alright let's go" Harry says. He stands up and walks over to me. He takes his hand in mine and we walk to his black Mini Cooper. We drive to the Burbank Hotel and I walk through the doors. I see Savannah sitting on one of my suitcases in front of the registration desk. She has dried runny makeup on her cheeks. I run into her arms.
"Savannah" I say. I squeeze her tightly.
"Good Luck in London" She says. Tears start to fall down her cheeks again.
"Savannah" I say again this time with a sadder tone. I look back at Harry. His eyes are swelled with tears. I motion him over to Savannah and I. He wraps his arms around me and my tears begin to fall. I can't believe that I am leaving my sister for the love of my life. "Savannah I am so sorry" I say pulling away from her.
"Don't be go with Harry. He makes you happy. And all I want is for my sister to be happy" Savannah says. Tears roll off my chin.
"Brishelle" Harry says. I turn and look at him. "Our flight leaves in a few hours we need to get going" Harry says. I nod my head. Harry and I grab my bags from Savannah and walk to Harry's Mini Cooper. I run back into the hotel and hug Savannah one last time. I shove my bags into the trunk. We will be taking the limo to the airport and all of the boy's cars and mine will be shipped to London. The tour bus drivers, Andy and Bobby, are going to drive the bus and ride a ferry boat to London. Harry parks the car in front of the tour bus and grabs my bags from the trunk. We put my bags into the trunk of the limo. I walk inside. Louis runs into my arms.
"Lou what are you doing?" I ask. He says nothing and squeezes me tighter. "Um Harry your girlfriend is getting strangled over here" I yell. Harry walks over to me and pulls me from Louis' arms. I let out a breath of relief. Harry sets me down on the edge of our bed. He pretends to fight with Louis.
"You leave her alone!" Harry yells.
"Come at me fat ass!" Louis yells. Harry tackles Louis to the ground. I burst out laughing. Niall walks into the bedroom hallway. He stares at the two boys wrestling at 2 in the morning and joins me laughing.
"Hey don't we have a plane to catch?" I yell through my laughing. Harry hops to his feet.
"Crap the plane!" He yells. "Everybody put your stuff in the trunk and get into the limo" Harry yells. The boys and I scramble through the dark night sky to the limo. I curl up on Harry's lap. I rest my head on his shoulder and he strokes my long wavy blond hair softly. I am sacred to go to London. It's not like I look forward to being mobbed or always having my picture taken. Or being on the news. Getting hate from fans doesn't sound to fun either. The limo driver turns on the radio upon Liam's request. I knew you were trouble By: Taylor Swift comes on. "Turn it off!" Harry yells. The limo driver turns up the volume on Louis' signal. Harry covers his ears, me still on his chest. This song has gotten really annoying And so has Taylor's meanings behind her songs. The song ends and Me and my broken heart By: Rixton comes on. The chorus comes on and Harry changes the lyrics. He looks at me. "You cured my broken heart" Harry sings. I pull him into a kiss. His tongue glides across my bottom lip. We pull apart. Harry smiles. The limo stops and we walk into the airport. Grayson, the limo driver puts all the bags on the conveyor belt. We go to security. Officer Andrew Deliano pats me down. Officer Danielle Smith pats down Harry. She looks in her 20's and she gets a little to handsy with Harry. She tightly grabs Harry's hips. She grabs his knees and pushes him forward toward her face. She grabs his ankles and squeezes them tightly. She stands up to his level and looks into his eyes.
"You are all set Mr. Styles" Danielle says. She flashes a quick smile to Harry and throws her head in my direction. "He's mine" She mouths to me. I pout to her.
"He's mine not yours so" I say. I cross my arms. Harry walks over to me. He offers me his arm and I gallantly accept and walk over to the waiting area. Harry takes his hand in mine. The sounds of cameras echo through the airport. Harry grabs the back of my head and crashes his lips into mine. It's perfect I don't want anything to ruin it. Harry pulls away. I smile. A reporter rushes to Harry and I's side.
"Harry who is this girl?" The reporter asks. Harry pulls me up. He rushes me to a room in the back of the airport. Never did I think that I would be this active at 3:30 in the morning. I pant against the door.
"You alright?" Harry asks. I nod my head. A man in a black hoodie sweatshirt and black sweatpants approaches us. He flings the hoodie off his head.
"Luke!" I stutter. I back up to the door and grab the knob. I run out into the hallway. I run over to Louis. I burry my head into his shirt. Tears fall harder than they ever have before.
"Bri what's wrong?" Louis asks.
"It's him" I say quietly.
"What? Who? Brishelle what are you talking about?" Louis says.
"He's here" I say slightly louder.
"Brishelle. Who's here?" Louis asks.
"Luke Hemmings" I say. I look up at him. I see Harry out of the corner of my eye. I walk over to him tears still running down my cheeks.
"Brishelle what happened?" Harry asks. I say nothing and move into Harry's arms. He squeezes me tightly. "It's alright nothing will ever hurt you" Harry says. I nod my head and soften my tears. Harry rubs my back.
"She'll be fine" I hear a familiar voice say. I lift my head and see Luke standing not five feet way from me. I tightly grab the back of Harry's shirt.
Six years ago
The smoke blows into my face. "Luke stop it!!" I yell. He puts the cigarette to his mouth and breaths the smoke into my mouth. I cough and fall to the floor. I lay in agony and pain. My chest moves up and down slowly. Luke stands above me, a smile on his face. "Stop it" I cough. He blows the smoke into my face again. I cough and curl up into a ball and hide my face from the smoke. Luke crouches down next to me and blows the smoke into my face. Over and over again. "Luke I said stop" I say.
"It's late in the evening storms setting in" Luke says. Thunder rolls. My head pounds against the cold cement floor. I pant and yell at Luke.
Present day
Harry lifts me up onto his hip. "Shhhh it's going to be alight" Harry reassures me. I nod my head. Luke walks over to me and places a finger on my lips. I quickly pull away remembering what happened six years ago. Luke presses his finger on my lips again.
"Stop it Luke!!!!" I yell pulling back. Harry grabs the back of my head. He sets me down on the ground.
"Harry here now!" Louis yells. I look over at Louis and see fans mobbing him, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. Harry and I run to the boys pushing through the crowd one person by one. A flight attendant with long curly black hair walks over to us. We are sitting against the windows our backs to the airplanes.
"Hello my name is Eva Ray. I am a flight attendant with British Air. I will tend to your every need. Now let's go find some shelter" Eva says putting her hands together. The boys and I stand up and follow Eva. She opens the door and we walk into the tunnel to he airplane. I stand still. London. Home. Harry. One big rush. All of it. This is what makes my life unique, special, amazing.
"Love" Harry says putting his arms around my waist. I look up at him. "Let's get going" He says. Harry picks me up bridal style and carries me into the plane. Crap! There are fans and
papparatzi are already here. Harry sets me down and we walk hand in hand to First Class. I sit next to Harry and Louis in row F. Harry lifts up the arm of his chair and pulls me close to him. Louis hands me a red and green striped blanket and a white pillow. Finally I get to sleep. I prop the pillow behind my head against Harry. I up my knees up and pull the blanket to my neck. Harry rests his arms on mine.
Ten o'clock P.M.
Harry shakes me constantly. I open my eyes and see Harry holding my phone. He has a sad expression on his face. "Harry what is it" I say wiping my eyes.
"Savannah just called. Your father passed away at seven." Harry says. He begins to cry. I pull the blankets to my face. I cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry. I think I will never stop. Harry pulls the blanket off of my face. He pulls me close to his chest. I cry into his shirt. Why me? I can see the headlines now: Harry Styles' girlfriend's father dies. Or for a more genuine approach. Brishelle Clark, Girlfriend of Harry Styles, father dies. Or if I'm on the cover. A death forever remembered. Or if People Magazine writes about my father. Aidan Clark dies, future Styles crushed. Or Tiger Beat. Brishelle Clark's 45 year old father, dies. Or The London Aftermath Magazine. Famous local's father dies more details on page seven. Or New York Times. Famous Death, forevermore remembered. Or The Sun. Forever young. Lie. Aidan Clark dead at age 45. My cousin Kayla's online website WWW.giggles.org. A family member well remembered. I can't take it anymore. I just want to end my life right now. Take some sleeping pills and it will be all over. But, no I can't leave Harry, Louis, or any of the boys. They are the reason I wake every day. Why my blood pressure is always sky high. These boys keep me moving, breathing, living. I look up at Harry. He smiles. "Brishelle" He says.
"Yes baby" I say.
"I love you" He says.
"I love you to now let me sleep." I say. I pull the blanket to my chin and close my eyes.
One o'clock A.M
"Welcome to London" Eva says. Harry and I look out our window at the 02 arena. Fireworks go off.
"Heart!" Harry yells short and quick. He pulls me into a kiss. My tongue glides across his bottom lip. He pulls away. "Wait Brishelle we aren't France" Harry says. I smile.
"No Harry we're not" I say. He pulls me into another kiss. I pull apart. I grab my bag and run into the bathroom. I close the door and lock it. Harry bangs on the door.
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"Brishelle, you alright in there" Harry yells through the door.
"Yeah I'm fine" I yell back. I dig through my bag. There it is! A small red box in the corner of my bag. I pull it out. I throw the box to the ground. I jump up and down, smashing the box. I look down at the small box , now destroyed. "Never again Luke" I whisper, grinning. I open the window and throw the box out. I grab my bag and walk out of the bathroom. Immediately. Harry stops me.
"You alright?" He says. Everybody had left the plane including the other boys.
"Yeah I'm fine" I say. Harry pulls me into a warm hug. We pull away and walk hand in hand into the tunnel. I year the distant screams of fans and the sound of cameras flashing.