I smiled as I stood on the side with Lucy at their signing. I couldn’t help but laugh at all the girls who screamed and cried when they saw the boys. They were damn fine, but I still laughed. I felt my heart flutter when Harry looked over and winked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. I motioned for him to get back to his fans.
The signing was pretty uneventful until the end.

I was half dozing when I heard the boys exclaim. My eyes popped open and I nudged Lucy. What was going on? I looked into the crowd to see some girl flashing the guys. My eyes popped and my mouth dropped open. I then burst into laughter as the guys shielded their eyes. A security guard escorted the young lady out. She screamed, “I love you guys! Harry, marry me?” the whole way out. I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Harry’s face. He turned to me to see if I was okay. I was un-fazed by her statement. They got marriage proposals all day long. When all of the fans had finally left, we packed up and headed for home.

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As the days crept by, the boys’ America tour was crawling closer and closer. Lucy and I would be joining them for about 2 months and then heading back to London to work. I was sad but happy at the same time. I got to spend two whole months in America, but I wouldn’t get to see Harry or the boys until they came back home. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle the distance, but I was sure I would manage somehow.

The day arrived where we were leaving for America. I was giddy and nervous, and I couldn’t stop fidgeting. Harry grabbed my hand as we walked up the steps of the jet.

“Hi.” He smiled down at me and pecked my lips.

“Hi,” I responded. We walked up the steps and took our seats. I sat near the window, Harry next to me, and Lucy and Niall across from us. Liam, Zayn, and Louis were directly across the aisle from us. I smiled in contentment as we prepared to take off.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” the pilot said over the speaker. “We are going to be taking off in a few moments. The flight should be around 11.5 hours. We aren’t expecting any weather so the flight should be smooth. Please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the flight.”

I clicked my seatbelt in place and eagerly looked out the window. I felt Harry rubbing small circles on my thumb but didn’t look away from the window. The jet began to move, and I leaned my head back against the seat. I always felt a little sick when we started to take off. I closed my eyes and waited for the feeling to pass.

“What’s wrong?” Harry whispered with concern lacing his voice.

“I’m fine. I just feel a little sick whenever a plane takes off. I’ll be fine, honest,” I said with my eyes still closed. I clutched his hand a little tighter as the jet picked up speed. I wasn’t scared of flying, but the nausea was getting worse.

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“Baby, wake up. Come on, Darcy, wake up. It’s time to eat,” a voice said as a pair of hands shook me gently. I woke with a start, sleep still clouding my vision.

“What’s going on?” I asked sleepily.

“It’s time for dinner,” Harry replied and handed me a covered plate. I uncovered the plate and gagged when the smell hit me. I quickly replaced the lid.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said miserably. My stomach rumbled in response.

Harry looked at me with concern etched all over his features. Lucy looked up and got me a glass of water.

“Oh honey,” she said. “You look awful. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” she asked me. I accepted the glass and took a sip. I shook my head.

“I feel awful,” I said. I hated getting sick. I wasn’t sure what I had, but it wasn’t fun. Harry escorted me to one of the couches and laid me down.

“Sleep. I’ll wake you when we land,” he said and covered me with a blanket. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in an instant.

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I felt a pair of arms scoop me up, but I didn’t wake up. I was exhausted and nauseous. I just didn’t have the energy to protest.

“She’s burning up,” I heard a hushed voice, Harry. A hand on my forehead.

“Damn,” came the reply, Niall.

“Don’t drop her. We’ll be at the hotel in about 10 minutes,” that was Louis.

“I’ll make her some toast and tea when we get there,” said Lucy. She always took care of me when I was ill. I felt Harry climb into the car. A hand was on my shoulder to make sure I didn’t fall.

When he sat down, I put my head on his shoulder and fell back asleep.

**

When I woke a few hours later, it was 9:30pm. I groaned and sat up. A glass of water had been placed on the bedside table. I took a swig and attempted to move. A hand swam into my view and I looked up. Harry was there.

“Don’t move. I’ll carry you.”

I tried to protest but he scooped me up into his arms and brought me to the main area. The boys and Lucy looked concerned. I managed a small, tired smile.

“I’m alright guys, honest. It’s probably just the flu. I’ll be back in no time.”

The short trip from my room to the couch wore me out, and I slipped back into sleep as Harry played with my hair.

When I woke, I felt immensely better. I looked around to see everyone passed out around me. I stretched and sat up. I decided I needed fresh air so I went out onto the balcony. I breathed in deep and took in the skyline. Los Angeles was beautiful.
I could hear the traffic in the city below. The breeze felt so wonderful on my face. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the sky, reveling in the beauty. I heard the door open and turned around. Harry stood in the doorway watching me. He smiled and came over when I turned.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better. It must have been a 24 hour stomach flu. I feel almost 100% again,” I replied happily. He sat down next to me and we watched the city together.

“Harry?” I said after a comfortable silence. He looked at me.

“I love you.”

He blinked and huge grin broke out over his face.

“I love you, too Darcy.”

I hugged him and we continued to look out over the city.