Bridgette was full on beast mode. I give it to her, when she's happy the whole world is happy. If she's pissed off, well good luck to you if you're in her way.

She cussed out Charlie and if I wasn't there to stand in her way I'm sure she would have beat her ass. The boys tried to stand between the two but I warned that if it wasn't me expect Bridgette to go for them as well for getting in her way. Bridgette would never lay a hand on me on purpose, I'd take a few hits from her if it meant her not fighting.

We've actually fist fought each other once before, drunk night out...let's just say nobody tried to break us up, not even Grant. We can't even remember what it was about but we knew from that night on we'd be the best of friends. Strange right? Well that's just us, we don't make sense half of the time we're together it's like twinstincts. I know what she's thinking and vice versa. We fight like men, none of that pulling hair fighting. Which is why when we see each other getting to that point we try to stop it early. I would defend her until I was black and blue and she would do the same. But if the person on the receiving end deserves it then by all means duke it out.

After calming Bridgette down with the help of Niall soothing her with kisses I was finally left alone. I took a seat out on the balcony and lit my cigarette. Recapping my morning/afternoon with Zayn. I enjoy his company and we both share plenty of the same interests. Not to mention he's devastatingly attractive. Since nothing has happened between Harry and I, I don't feel like it's taboo with Zayn. Yes I wanted Harry, but it's obvious that we won't work even though I really wanted it to.

"Hello love, mind if I join you?" I glanced over to see Louis.

"Of course Lou." I feel like I haven't had time alone with Louis. He's the cheerful one of the group. Always a smile on his face and cheeky jokes to go along with it.

"So, are you ready to get back to work?" He chirped.

"Yeah I mean it's just one show. It was an emergency so I figured why not, a distraction is totally worth it right now." I took another drag feeling the smoke fill my lungs.

"Distraction? Well if it's a distraction you need I'm your man." He grinned.

"I would love if you could join me at my show but Liam said you guys already have a full schedule once you get back." I sighed.

"Alana do you know who I am?" I raised my brow. "I'm Louis fucking Tomlinson. I do what I please." I bursted out in laughter.

"Well then, Louis fucking Tomlinson if you aren't busy would like to join me in Milan?"

"I may have to check my schedule first." My mouth opened to say something but Louis let out a laugh. "I'm only joking love. Just give me the dates and I'll be there." His smile warmed my heart. After getting a good scolding from Louis about my smoking habit he left to finish packing.

My flight leaves at 8:00 pm and it's 5:30pm. I'm all packed up and said my goodbyes to the girls and Grant and told them I'll see them at the wedding. I walked out to the front of the hotel to wave down a taxi when a voice called out my name. I looked around to find the person but couldn't see anyone. Maybe there was another Alana around.

"Hey" a voice behind me said. I know this voice. You've got to be kidding me.

"What do you want Dean." I spat out.

"Look I just wanted to apologize." His eyes pleading.

"Cool story bro, now if you're done I'm leaving." Dean reached for my wrist, wrong move. "Get your filthy fucking hand off of me." He didn't move. "Now!" I yelled. He let go but still stood in front of me.

"Just hear me out Alana it's the least you could do." If my eyes could I'm sure they would have popped out of my head by now.

"I'm going to say this once. I won't repeat it. Stay the fuck away from me. Don't contact me in any way shape or form. Don't speak about me. Don't speak to my family. Don't speak to my friends. Just leave me the hell alone. You have caused more than enough heartache to last me a million lives." I had to be strong. I would not let him reel me back in with his bullshit that I would always fall for. I've grown since we...I ended things.

"Let me just..."

"Oi! You looking for a round two mate?" A voice boomed from the lobby doors. Harry came walking over with his fists balled up ready to fight.

"I believe I owe you a good arse kicking." Niall spat at deans feet.

"He was just leaving." Not breaking eye contact with Dean. Harry and Niall stood on either side of me. Dean looked back and forth at Harry and Niall debating to speak or not. I should help him out. "Goodbye Dean." He took a hard look at me and took off obviously pissed.

Relief washed over me, I knew I could handle myself but with Harry and Niall by my side I felt like I couldn't be touched. Harry stayed silent keeping eyes on Dean making sure he was gone. Niall on the other hand was quick to speak.

"You should really get some security guards love. He has something working in his head and if you're alone who knows what could happen." He spoke in the most serious tone.

"That actually sounds like a good idea." My voice had lost it's tenacity that it had when I spoke to Dean. I had admitted to Dean that he had really broke me, and that was something I've told myself I would never do. I'm stubborn and have the worst time dealing with hurt or mental pain. For me to admit either of those, I feel like I leave myself open for anyone to add to the pain.

"You're going to the airport right?" Niall asked. I just nodded yes.

"Then ride with Harry I'll wait for your bags and meet you all there." I didn't even protest, I just wanted to go. One of their cars pulled up. Harry opened the door for me and I got in and he followed in after. He hasn't said a word since Dean left. What do I say to him?

"It's been some weekend." I blurted out. He nodded. The car grew quiet and the only noise was the radio.

"Can we start over?" He said quietly

"What do you mean?"

"I feel like we started off on a great note but then" he paused. "I don't like where we are right now. We haven't had a real conversation since the night with Dean and I know it's my fault." Well at least he knows that.

"You mean like a fresh start?"

"Yeah. I...we...I miss you Alana. If we can't start over the way we had originally started then I'm completely fine with being friends."

"I would love that. I've missed you too Harry. This weekend has just been a literal roller coaster for me. You and the guys have been truly amazing and I hope you know I appreciate you all."

Finally the heavy weight on my heart was lifted. It wouldn't be awkward with Harry anymore. He wanted to start over and just be friends. Did I want something more? Sure. But being friends first made me happy. All of the tension that was once in the car had completely vanished our conversation carried from the car to the airport to the terminal.

The other boys were already there waiting for Harry. Liam was on the phone, no doubt work related. Louis and chatting away with Niall about soccer or football as the British call it and Zayn was talking to Will.

"Alright guys I guess I'll see you at the wedding then." I began to say my goodbyes.

"Where are you going?" Louis pouted.

"I have to meet my assistant and then go to my gate silly." I pinched his cheek.

"Actually Grace is already on the plane." Liam said.

"What?! Did I miss my flight?" I pulled out my phone to double check my itinerary.

"Our plane. You're flying with us silly." Louis smirked and pinched my cheek. It took a second to register what Louis had just said. They own airlines.

"And who set this up?" I questioned looking at each of them.

"I did." Harry smiled.


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HARRYS POV


"I figured since we're going the same way why not?" I shrugged. She didn't look mad just surprised.

"You know Milan is out of the way from London right?" She said trying to make a point.

"It's on the same side of the globe." I countered. She smiled and shook her head.

"Ok then what are we waiting for if Grace is already on the plane?" She checked the time.

"Just on you love." Louis chimed in. He locked arms with her and headed towards the ramp. I was half expecting her to be full of questions about flying with us but thankfully Louis is excellent at distractions. As soon as we got on the plane Grace had swallowed Alana in a hug before handing her files to go over. I wanted to talk to her since now that we are on better terms, starting over at friends.

Friends.

I wanted to be more then that but I'll take anything at this point. About two hours into the flight all the lads had fallen asleep. I would catch myself watching her work, going over papers and photos. Grace looked exhausted maybe I'll just relieve her and keep Alana company.

"Grace why don't you take a nap? I'll keep Alana company."

"Thanks but I should really go over all of the files with her." She yawned.

"It's a long flight, go ahead." I insisted. She looked at Alana and yawned again.

"Ok just a quick nap. Thanks Harry." She sleepily smiled and turned towards the beds.

I walked over to Alana, papers scattered in front of her. Eyes bouncing back and forth, fingers brushing her bottom lip.

"Need some help?" She looked up at me not even looking the slightest bit tired.

"Sure, an outsiders perspective would be nice." She grinned. I took a seat across from her.

"So what are you going over?"

"The looks for the show." She shook her head. "They don't make sense with this showing. There's no...it just doesn't flow." She rubbed her temple.

"Why don't you take a break. Refresh your head."

"A break sounds good. All these last minute adjustments are killing me." She tossed the papers on the table and leaned back. "I'm going to grab a drink I'll be right back."

She stood and my eyes widened. She was wearing those damn yoga shorts. When did she change? I felt a twitch in my pants and looked down. Of fucking course. I had to adjust the bulge that was growing. One piece of clothing is all it took to get me excited. Yes I've seen her in less but my imagination took me to a place where she wasn't wearing anything underneath me. Panting and moaning my name. The thought of her...

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" I shook the dirty thoughts from my mind.

"Is there anything to take for a headache?" Her eyes closed tight, I'm guessing from her headache.

"Come here." I patted the bed. She walked over to me. "Lay down" she gave me a questioning look. "You don't need pills for everything Alana." She laid down and I placed her head on my lap.

"If you wanted me in between your legs all you had to do was ask Styles." She smirked. Her voice was smooth as silk. I chuckled at her cheekiness.

"Now now, no funny business missy. Close your eyes." I began rubbing her temple and felt her body immediately relax. Her breathing slowed and she licked her lips.

"I'm going to take your hair out ok?" She nodded. I undid her braid and was covered with her hair. The smell of her shampoo was intoxicatingly delightful. Coconut and vanilla. I worked my hands into her head massaging the tension away. She began to drift asleep and I honestly didn't mind, it meant I was doing something right. I was making her feel good.

Although she fell asleep I didn't want to move, this was the most contact I've had with her and I wasn't going to cut it short. I took in every inch of her, the shape of her lips, the outline of her body. I studied the pattern of the tattoo on her thigh...She couldn't have been a better match for me. I wished I done things differently but she had interest in Zayn. Naturally I would leave it alone but as childish as it sounds. I saw her first.

"Please" her voice was strained. My eyes shot to her.

"No." She's dreaming.

"Don't leave me." Stress lines covered her forehead. Her voice was begging. Should I wake her up? Tears began falling from her eyes.

"Alana, love wake up." I gently cooed and rubbed her shoulders. Her crying continued.

"Alana. Alana wake up you're having a bad dream."

Her eyes fluttered open full of sadness searching for something. She sat up and jumped onto my lap wrapping her arms around my neck. She tightened her grip with urgency. She was scared. She cried into my shoulder and I was completely clueless to what was happening. I rocked her back and forth trying to calm her.

"Love what's wrong?" I whispered. Putting my hands on either side of her face wiping away her tears. My heart broke for her and I don't even know what happened. She looked defeated.

"Please." She stifled out.

"Please what love?" I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it. If she's hurting I can mend it.

"Don't leave." She barely managed to get out before she started sobbing. That gutted me.

"Alana look at me. I'll never leave you." Her eyes were shut and she was shaking her head no.

"Look at me, I promise you that I will always be here for you. No matter what I will be here." She sobbed even harder.

"No." She cried.

"Why don't you believe me? I'm telling you the truth." What could I do to make her believe me. She grazed her hand across my jaw and bit her lip.

"Because Dean said the same thing...and look at me now."

Notes

I am sooooo sorry! I thought the story had updated but it never did.

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