Day 154
"Louis, you have to give me my socks," I huffed, stomping around the massive hotel suite we were all sharing.
"No!" he cried, sprinting in circles. "If I don't give them back you can't leave!"
"Louis," Liam warned.
"No! Liam, who's side are you on?" Louis screamed as he raced ahead of me.
"Arden needs her socks, Lou. Plus, she can always get new socks," Zayn said, not even looking up from whatever magazine he was reading.
"Niall! Go get her shoes!" Louis called to Niall.
I quickly intercepted the Blondie as he tried to dash into the room Harry and I shared. "Niall," I warned. He looked at me sheepishly before slowly walking away, head hung.
"Traitor," Louis muttered angrily.
"I tried!" Niall defended.
"Just give her the socks, mate," Zayn called from the couch.
I stood a few feet away from him, hand on my hip, the other extended towards him, waiting for my socks.
"Louis, I don't want to leave either, but we both know I have to," I told him sternly.
He pouted, but I stayed firm until he slowly handed me my pair of socks back.
I thanked him and took them back into the room Harry and I had shared. "Here," I mumbled, tossing the socks into the suitcase that Harry was organizing. "Remind me not to let Louis back in this room until that suitcase is zipped closed."
Harry chuckled, folding a few shirts and tucking them away.
I moved off to our bathroom and collected my various essentials. The week with the boys had gone quickly, but it had been so much fun, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
I tossed the bathroom bag into the suitcase and Harry placed it where it fit. "Is that everything?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Yeah, as long as Louis didn't steal my underwear."
"I'm the only one allowed to steal your underwear," Harry said cheekily.
I rolled my eyes, pushing on his shoulder lightly as he zipped up the suitcase.
"How long until we have to leave?" Harry asked.
"Who's 'we'? You, sir, have sound check. I will be leaving in," I checked my watch, "about a half an hour."
"But I wanted to come to the airport," Harry pouted.
"Not this time, baby," I said back, tapping on his nose as he stood in front of me.
"But I'm not going to see you for the rest of tour," he continued to whine.
"We'll Skype every day, just like before. And plus, there's only like three weeks left of tour. I think you'll be okay, superstar," I teased, but internally, my heart was shattering from my words. I was going to miss Harry so much. It was like getting a small taste of that thing you missed so much, only to have it completely ripped away from you again.
Harry hand gently rose up to the side of my face, resting on my cheek, as his thumb made gentle strokes.
I stared into his green eyes as they stared back at me. I could see all the pain and sadness he was holding back.
"Your eyes are black," he whispered.
"Hm?" I hummed in confusion.
"Your eyes are black. They only turn black sometimes, and they're black right now," he said softly. I had naturally gray eyes, but I'd never seen them turn black. But Harry had mentioned it before, how my eyes turned black whenever I was feeling a strong emotion. "What emotion are you feeling?" he whispered, his hand still on my face.
"I'm sad I have to leave, but I'm happy because I have you. And because I love you," I answered automatically.
His lips lifted into a small smile as he leaned forward and connected them with mine.
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I slumped in the car seat. "I miss them already," I mumbled as I watched out the windows, no longer able to see their figures waving me goodbye.
"Only three more weeks," the driver, whose name was Andy said cheerfully.
"Yeah, whatever."
He chuckled, but didn't respond as we drove in silence toward the airport. The hotel had been near the airport, so we were almost there already.
Soon enough, we pulled up outside the terminal.
Andy helped me with my bag. "Have a safe flight home," he said politely as we said goodbye at the curb.
"Thanks Andy. Have a safe drive."
He nodded with a smile and I turned to make my way into the airport, hoisting my purse up higher on my shoulder.
I got checked in and dropped off my luggage without an issue. After passing through security, I had some time to kill, so I walked through the various shops.
One caught my attention due to the large wall of magazines. I went over to find myself on multiple covers. That was insane. I was just some girl from Ohio, and here I was all over magazine covers just because I was dating Harry Styles.
I picked one up that had a rather flattering picture of Harry and I and opened to the article on us.
Harry Styles Head-Over-Heels for Arden Resnell! Exclusive Interview!
I didn't often read their magazine interviews, so I skimmed over the words, curious as to what he had said.
I: So Harry, how long have you been dating Arden?
H: A few months.
I: And would you say you're in love?
H: Definitely. Arden's incredible, you can't help but fall in love with her.
I: Well we know you just had a birthday. Did you two do anything special?
H: No, I was actually on tour and Arden was stuck in London.
I: Well she must have gotten you a gift!
H: She did! She got me a few, very meaningful and personal things. It was a great birthday even though I didn't get to see her.
The interview continued, asking fairly standard questions, which Harry gave fairly standard answers to. Nothing shocking or surprising.
I put the magazine down, spinning around to find two girls standing a few feet away and watching me with gaping expressions.
"Are- are you Arden Resnell?" one of them asked nervously.
I nodded, smiling sweetly.
The second one let out a loud squeal. "You're like dating the Harry Styles!"
"Yeah, I am," I answered sheepishly.
"Oh my god, can we get a picture?" the first one asked hopefully.
I nodded. "Yeah, if you'd like." I'd been asked for pictures before, but it still shocked me every time. I was just someone's girlfriend. I had no true right to being famous. I was a receptionist.
The girls quickly got one of their moms and she snapped a few pictures of us together.
"Thank you so, so much!" the first one, whose name I had learned to be Kelly said happily.
"Yeah, you're super nice!" the second one, Fiona, exclaimed.
"Well thank you," I smiled sheepishly. "Hey, what are your twitters?" I asked, the idea dawning on me.
They both told me and I quickly tapped away on my phone.
@ArRes: Just met the sweetest girls! Thanks so much @KelBell and @FionaDirectioner!
"There," I smiled, slipping my phone away. "You guys will also see you both have a new follower."
"What?" the both exclaimed.
They quickly wrapped their arms around me, giving me strong hugs. They seemed to be about 15, but they were tight huggers.
"Well, I should be getting to my flight. Thank you so much, girls," I said, excusing myself.
"No, thank you!" they both called as I walked away, waving.
I made my way to my gate smiling. Maybe being famous for nothing did have its perks.