All I Want For Christmas Is You

"Look," Niall said as he quickly grabbed out his wallet and showed the man his I.D. "Yeah, that's right. I'm Niall Horan," Niall said, acting like he was cool or something. "Oh, sorry sir, you can go," the security man said before waving on his extras to follow him back to where they came from. I for one was surprised they let him go so easily... I mean they would have millions of teenage girls at their throats if they did anything anyway. That's when Niall looked back at the security lady at her podium. She was glaring at him, and when Niall made eye contact with him, he stuck his tongue out at her. "Niall stop!" Karla said, yanking his lower arm to follow us. "I had to!" he exclaimed as we walked to our gate.

Our gate was on the opposite side of the terminal. "This is taking too long," Val cried, dragging her duffle bag along the white tiles. "Val shut up, we'll be there in a minute," I said, finally getting upset. I wasn't just upset that I had to go home, I'm upset that I let Harry go. I kept questioning myself why the hell I did that. And I kept thinking about this fact as we walked towards the gate.

"Can we get something to eat?" Niall asked us. I shook my head. "Not until we get to the gate," "But Cat please I'm hungry too!" Karla replied. "Me too!" Val chimed along. "No!" I cried out, louder than I expected. I felt my face turn hot. "Sorry," I mumbled as I glanced to Niall who looked intimidated. No one talked until we got to the gate.

15 minutes later.

"Okay, I can't find the gate," I finally cried out, realizing that all of the numbers and letters were jumbling together in my brain. "You're right. And we have five minutes to spare," Karla said looking around, spinning in a circle. "Oh, we need to go to the international gates," Niall said, pointing in the opposite direction that we were heading. I sighed deeply and looked in that direction. "And just how are we going to get there before the plane leaves?" I asked, tossing my hands in frustration and anxiety. "You'll see," Niall said as he grabbed our suitcases and dragged us to a little cart thing on wheels. "Act like you're handicapped," Niall shouted at me. "What.. Wait no! That's wrong!" I exclaimed, grabbing the lever on my suitcase he grabbed. "Karla?" Niall asked her, hoping she would put on the act. Karla nodded, and she did it pretty horrible... she was too dramatic to make it look realistic. "I'll do it!" Val said, as she flumped to the side, looking like her leg was broken. A man ran up to the cart. "Do you need a ride to your gate?" he asked us as he glanced at Val's foot. "Are you all together? I can give you a ride," he said as he turned the ignition, starting the little cart. I set Val in the front seat and whispered Good Job in her ear. I then sat in the back next to Karla, who was sitting next to Niall.

The driver stepped on the gas, harder than I expected him to. We told him our gate number and he got us there quicker than I could have imagined.

"Hope your leg gets better," the man said, tipping his little blue cap off of his head at Val. Val gave a weak half smile and limped to us as the man drove off. We waited and watched until the man was out of sight and Val then came back to normal. "Well played, told you I would get us here," Niall said, high-fiving Val's hand. "Actually," Val started, putting her finger up, "I got us here," her sassy self finished. "Whatever," Niall said rolling his eyes playfully.

"Section B passengers can get onboard," the lady at the entrance of the tunnel said over the microphone. I looked down at my boarding pass. We were in section E. We had a while to wait, considering first class passengers were still in line to load.

"We can wait," Karla said as she chunked her purse on the chairs in the gate's section. "Yeah," I agreed, slumping down in the seat. Karla, Niall and Val were conversing with each other about something having to deal with their latest tour they were about to go on, that Where We Are Tour and how they were going to perform in stadiums or whatever. I wasn't really paying any attention. I flipped my bangs out of my eyes as I watched people walk past in the main hall of the terminal. There were people from everywhere in the world. I saw people in niqabs, people in bright Indian silks, people in the traditional British trench cloaks, and I even saw a women in a kimono. But as soon as I was watching all the cultured people pass, I felt the need to look at my phone.

I pulled it out and slid the screen across. Inside I was hoping and praying there would be a message, a missed call... something from... him. But of course, there was none... absolutely nothing.

I wanted to get my concentration off of him, so I put in my headphones. I hit play on the first song the shuffle picked, but of course, one song that wouldn't help me feel any better. It was "Warrior" by Demi Lovato. I then listened to the first string of lyrics...

"This is a story that I've never told
I gotta get this off my chest to let it go
I need to take back the light inside you stole
You're a criminal
And you steal like you're a pro"

I felt myself choking up with tears and I threw my headphones out of my ears. It reminded me of Harry. I just needed to remind myself that he was horrible and that everyone was wrong.

But then those times... those precious memories of us, from the first time meeting him in the dressing room, seeing him knock over Zayn's clothing rack and him falling on top of me, from the almost kiss we had after he took me to Harrods, to the time he playfully tossed me onto the bed after he basically saved me from Louis. Everything he did was perfect, it felt like he cared, and now I bet he did, but not anymore.

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