"It's nothing, I'm fine." I tell him, not wanting him to think that I don't want to be seen with him, or that this is the same as tour because it's not. "What's wrong?" He leans in to ask as we walk quickly, and I shake my head.
Within seconds Harry latches his hand to mine, and I know now, that when we are photographed, because I know we will be, that the fans will know, and for some reason the thought scares me, I don't want them to hate me, to dislike me. We drive, and finally arrive, both of us getting out of the car together, carrying our own bags, and the security leads us, bringing us inside. We drive quietly, Harry, and I in the backseat, and I know that this is technically work, but I cannot wait to get away, to leave the city, and go somewhere with less noise, somewhere that isn't in my face constantly. A driver, and security sat waiting here, and now we're all moving together to the airport as a unit. We're not going to miss the flight, everything is going to be fine, you're going to be fine, we're going to be fine." I assure him. "Already packed in the car, ready to be loaded onto a plane, just like me, let's go." He motions to the car, and I roll my eyes again. "And the outfits are-" I start, but he cuts me off, opening the door for us. I'm not sure what that means but, either way I have to see him at some point. He said he was proud, he said he couldn't wait to see what I had designed for the video, and that he would see me soon. I called Alessandro a few weeks ago, telling him plans of the trip, and briefing him on how everything here in LA is going. "We don't have time for your sass today, we're going to miss our flight, and if we do I'm making you deal with my angry manager." He takes my bag from my shoulder, and walks in front of me, leaving my apartment. "You're one to talk." I mumble, walking down the stairs. "Come on El, it's not a fashion show, it's the airport!" Harry calls from downstairs, and I roll my eyes, grabbing my duffle bag, backpack, and my purse, turning all the lights off, and leaving my room. I wasn't originally going to title a chapter with this song but it fit perfectly with this whole chapter so I couldn't help it. A/N: this is the picture Harry takes, and may I just say.
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