All I Want For Christmas Is You

HARRY'S POV:

"I need to get to the airport quick my plane leaves in an hour!" I exclaimed as I tugged on Niall's collar. "Aren't you coming to go see Karla?" I asked him. He gave me a soft giggle and shook his head. "Nope. It's all yours this time," he replied, walking away from me. "Oh," I answered softly as I flung my bag over my shoulder and rolled my suitcase out the door. "I guess I'll leave my car at the airport?" I asked one last time before I left. "WAIT! I'll take ya mate," Louis yelled as he skipped to me and closed the door behind me. "Thanks," I replied as we hopped into his car.

We started driving and I gazed out the window. It was silent for a moment, but then Louis began to speak. "Listen Harry... I know I have apologized before, but I am truly sorry," I didn't say anything at first because I was confused. "For what?" I laughed. Louis didn't laugh back. "For trying to take Cat from you. She probably hates me and I don't blame her. Ugh.... Just please understand that. I didn't how just how important she was to you and I was such a bitch I am so sorry," I sat in silence. "Oh .. I forgave you Lou," I said with a giggle, this time he giggled back. We were mates. I couldn't stay mad at him. Besides he'll find a girl one day.

***

After Louis sent me off and wished me good luck, I got onto the airplane, well a normal airplane, not the band's airplane. It was cool.

Actually not really... it wasn't anything exciting.

The flight was extremely long. It was much longer than any plane ride I have ever been on... And I have been on a lot. I didn't sleep much at all.

But after a lot of strange day dreams, mediocre airplane food, and difficulty sleeping, I woke up when the pilot spoke,

"Good evening flight 89, London Heathrow to DFW Airport. We are in Dallas right now, and outside the temperature is 93 degrees Fahrenheit, and it is currently 11:00pm on June 20th. The seatbelt sign will go off soon, and we will start unloading first class luggage. Thank you,"

I grabbed my suitcase and bag (They both fit as carry ons surprisingly). And I got off of the plane, running as fast as I could to the nearest exit to get to the nearest bus. I was feeling the feeling of guilt, and extreme happiness all at once, and everything made me smile.

As I ran outside, I felt the summer heat. Even if it was late. I knew Texas was super hot, but right now, it didn't even phase me. I was just ready to see Cat. I sure hope she wants to see me too. Wait... Will she even want to see me? Am I doing the wrong thing? Should I go back to London?

It's too late now. I'm gonna go see her.

Maybe I should wait till tomorrow, but I'll stay in a hotel in her hometown until then. I think it might be a pleasant birthday surprise for her to see me.... If she even wants to.

CAT'S POV:

It's one day before my eighteenth birthday.

I am SO excited.

Except for the fact that I have to work tomorrow...

I ran downstairs to find Uncle Tyler watching a pre-taped superbowl game from the year I was born. In fact the game was taped five months before I was born. It was Superbowl XXX Dallas Cowboys against Pittsburg Steelers. I remember my dad loved that game. He said he was so proud of his team. He was an extreme Cowboys fan. I only remember that because mom used to think football was stupid, but I gained a liking to it. I was a daddy's girl anyway.

"Hey Uncle Tyler, are you busy?" I asked him, stepping down the last stair on the staircase. He nodded and I giggled. "Can I watch with you?" I asked, flopping down next to him. I started watching the game and it was at a climax point. It was at the point where O'Donnell of the Steelers got several interceptions, and the Cowboys scored two touchdowns in return, causing the final score to be Cowboys 27, Steelers 17. I cheered as Uncle Tyler did too. In fact when he watched it, his popcorn turned over in his excitement. He settled down and he turned to me. He took a deep sigh and smiled. "Cat. You remind me of your father so much. I miss him. He was a great guy. I bet you do too... But you basically took his place in our lives, cheering on his team even if the game is older than you," he laughed and I laughed too. "Thanks Uncle Tyler," I said honestly, brushing my bangs back from out of my mouth.

"Well, I better get to bed. I have work tomorrow," I told Uncle Tyler as he pulled the VHS tape of Superbowl XXX from the VCR. He nodded, but then looked at me again. "Wait, it's your eighteenth birthday tomorrow. You can't work on your birthday!" he exclaimed, bending up quickly and stating his words seriously. I shrugged with a giggle. "I have to," I replied. "Alright. If you really want to," he laughed. "I have to!" I corrected him and he bid me good night and I crawled up in my bedsheets, curling up to keep warm from our cold air-conditioned house.

Notes

Updating tomorrow again, later today at best. No promises about today though.