The door opens, creating a small staircase for Harry and me to use to walk off the plane. Even with only the door open, I could tell the London air was much colder than in Los Angeles. But it was a nice change, no matter how much I loved the heat.
Harry walks down the steps first, quickly walking off to the side, offering me his hand. I take it, giving him a nod of appreciation, before stepping down the stairs. My sneakers touch the cement as I step off the last stair, grateful to finally be back on the ground after such a long flight.
Harry intertwines his fingers with mine, guiding me to the car. I pull my phone out of my pocket, using this as the perfect opportunity to snap a picture. But I must've slowed down somehow, because Harry began tugging on my arm.
I look up from my phone to see that he's walking at a faster pace than me. He turns around to face me, excitement written in clear letters on his face.
"Come on," he says, giving my arm another pull, his face beaming brightly. "Let's get home."
I shut off my phone, tucking into my back pocket before quickening my pace to catch up with him. Now walking side by side, he lets go of my hand and places his hand on the small of my back as we approach the black SUV awaiting us. I wondered why it was always a black SUV...but that seems to just be the way it is.
We reach the car, and Harry opens the back door, stepping out of the way so I could climb in first. I found it adorable how he always made sure to open the door for me. He's a real gentleman.
As I take a seat inside the vehicle, I see a man wearing a dastÄr on his head and a neon yellow vest on his torso. He had his hands full of luggage, and so did a woman walking behind him. They carried the bags to the trunk.
I turn my head as I hear the car door on the other side open. Harry hops in, shutting the door after he's seated comfortably.
"Are you happy to finally be home?" I ask him to make conversation as the driver takes his place in the driver's seat. "In your London house, I mean."
"Yeah." Harry nods vigorously. He cranes his head to look over at me. "London is placed at second on my list of places I feel most at home."
"Is L.A. your first?" I ask, confused as to why he worded it that way.
"Nope," he says simply as the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I'm not sure why he could never just tell me what he meant...he always had to word it in a way that wouldn't disclose his true meaning. But that might be because he's one of the most famous men in the world and has been media-trained to the absolute max.
The car starts to move as the driver begins maneuvering us away from the airport. I took this moment as the perfect opportunity to pull out my phone and finally turn the airplane mode off. And just after I do so, my phone begins blowing up, my text tone playing repeatedly for a few seconds straight.
I look over at Harry, who was already looking at me with a confused look on his face. That confusion must've deepened once he saw I was in the same state as him.
I had yet to even look at who was sending me all the texts, but I half expected them all to be Jess. That is...until I looked down at my phone.
Tuesday, Feb 4, 3:48 PM
Noah: Hello??
Tuesday, Feb 4, 4:29 PM
Noah: Do I have the right number? This is Liliana, right?
Noah: If I do, I apologize for the inconvenience.
Tuesday, Feb 4, 5:06 PM
Noah: I talked to my dad, he said I should have the right number. Did you change your number?
Noah: I saw you read my text from the other day...are you mad at me?
Tuesday, Feb 4, 7:02 PM
Noah: Please don't be mad at me.
Noah: What did I do?
Tuesday, Feb 4, 7:49 PM
Noah: Look, Liliana, I just want to talk to you.
Noah: Please answer
Noah: I miss you
Noah: I can't stop thinking about you. Every thought that flows through my brain is you. You're on my mind 24/7.
Tuesday, Feb 4, 8:27 PM
Noah: Please call me.
Noah: Liliana
Noah: PLEASE
Noah: I'm begging you, please answer.
Noah: Or call me.
Noah: Do SOMETHING!!!
Tuesday, Feb 4, 10:01 PM
Noah: Come on Liliana
Noah: Don't be like this!
Noah: Remember what we had in London?
Noah: Talk to me.
Noah: Please
Tuesday, Feb 4, 10:34 PM
Noah: Liliana, I miss you
Noah: So much
Wednesday, Feb 5, 12:06 AM
Noah: Liliana, I am so sorry for all of those messages. I've had a few drinks tonight and I just got a little in my head and I guess I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I wish I could unsend everything. I am so embarrassed.
Wednesday, Feb 5, 12:18 AM
Noah: You still haven't read any of that...
Noah: Is everything okay?!?
Noah: Did something happen?
Noah: Are you hurt?
Noah: Please say something
Noah: Or please just read this so I know you're okay!
Harry peers over my shoulder reading the texts just as I get the chance to.
"What the fuck?" I mumble under my breath, utterly confused.
"Is he really...that obsessed with you?" Harry asks, leaning back so he was now sitting up straight in his seat.
"I didn't think so," I tell him, shaking my head as I look over the messages in disbelief. Something about this didn't sit well with me. I had a really weird feeling about it.
"I mean, I don't blame him, you're pretty obsessable," Harry says. "But this is another level. Saying he's thinking about you is one thing, but to send you 30 texts...that's just desperate."
"Harry, I'm a little scared," I admit to him. I was still in shock over how many texts he sent me. And not even just that, the context of the texts too. I didn't reply right away, so he just went on and on. It seemed like there was no end in sight.
"Why do you say that?" He asks, reaching over to rest his hand on my knee in a comforting manner.
"I'm in London now...where he lives and works," I remind him. "What if I run into him while I'm here?"
"I highly doubt that will happen," he says. "But worst case scenario, it does. I think you'll be able to handle yourself. If not, you can always call me."
"I know I just..." I trail off. "Okay."
I look out the window as we drive, feeling odd. For one, we were driving on the left side of the road, instead of the right. And the whole thing with Noah didn't help either.
I hoped and prayed to God that I would not run into him anytime soon.
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a/n: hiiii! i just wanted to say that if i happen to say something that would offend your culture or religion directly, please correct me. the last thing i want to do is be unkind about something i'm uneducated on.