Have a Laugh.
Airport
Harry's pov:
Wyatt was released from the hospital within the hour and we we're on our way back to the house the party was when I got a text from Lou.
'got your message asshole... We're already at the airport. If you want to make the flight be here within the hour. '
I cracked up at his message and then my eyes went wide and my laughter ceased. Shit, an hour?! I turned to the brother I had just found out about.
" you up for a little brotherly bonding in the UK?" I asked.
"hmmmm lemme think, no. " he said in all seriousness.
"great! So what your gonna do is... Wait no?" I asked confused.
"you heard me. " he answered in the same tone.
"oh..." I drifted off.
"I'm just kidding. Hell yeah I do!!!!!" he shouted.
"yes!!!" I matched his tone. We raced to his house which he had given me directions to. We ran in and threw anything we could think of into a huge suit case. For some reason Wyatt insisted on bringing his waffle iron... Uhm, okay I guess. I assured him that we could have the rest sent out if he decided on a longer stay but for now I could lend him and buy him clothes. He shrugged as if this was a suitable answer for everything I had just said.
We chucked his suit case into the back of the car and broke the speed limit to arrive at the airport on time. My suitcase had already been flown over yesterday so that wasn't an issue, what was was the matter of getting Wyatt a ticket. I called the airport saying we were to arrive in a few minuets and we would be needing an extra ticket. She said she would meet us in the front. We parked and ran in. An elderly woman in uniform was waiting to the right inside. Time to turn the charm on.
"hello ma'am, I believe we spoke on the phone? My name is Harry styles and we will be needing an extra ticket." I flashed my dimples and flipped my hair, but to my surprise, she frowned.
"you need a hair cut sunny. " was all she would give me. That an a distasteful look.
"I've got this. " Wyatt said pushing me back and winking. "HELLO LITTLE OLD LADY. HOW IS THE BINGO GOING? ARE YOUR GRANDCHILDREN WELL? HOWS THAT OATMEAL?" he started saying rather loudly, I looked around to see if anyone else had heard. Many had stopped to look on, I started to tug on Wyatt's arm and he told me to wait.
It was only when the lady called for security did Wyatt start to run, he dropped his bag at baggage claim and the man who was running it was laughing heartily.
"no one likes that old bag anyways! I'll rush this over for you boys. " he gave us a thumbs up and we grinned back and started running again. We quickly went through metal detectors We made it just in time. They were just about to close the doors when the lady spotted me. She gasped and held the door open, so awe struck that she forgot to ask for our tickets. The pilot even recognized me and so did the Stuartesses . I collapsed into the seat next to Lou and Wyatt in the seat next to me.
"hey you made it! Who's this?" he wondered.
"long lost brother. " I quickly replied huffing from the run. Wyatt seemed perfectly fine though.
"would a mister Wyatt styles please report to the pilots cabin?" the loud speaker came on above. Wyatt got up and left without a word. A few minuets later I was called to the cabin also. I walked in and quietly closed the door behind me. I turned to see Wyatt and the pilots joking around. I cocked my head in confusion. Then the pilots asked for audio graphs, what for?! Wyatt asked where an they replied their foreheads. He reached in a pocket, pulled out a marker, and obliged. Wyatt turned to me and broken into a grin. Yes, my time to shine!
"hey Harry can you take a picture of us?" Wyatt asked.
"uh yeah sure. " I said completely dumbfounded. I took it an handed it back, then Wyatt and I headed back to our seats. "what the bloody hell was that about?"
"oh that? Yeah I'm a professional card stacker. Not to brag or anything though. " he said pretending to dust off his shoulders.
"no really. What is it?"
"if you must know I'm a professional suffer. " Wyatt sniffed faking hurt that I didn't believe his card stacker cover. Whoa surfing? Where had this guy been all my life? Literally.
Wyatt was released from the hospital within the hour and we we're on our way back to the house the party was when I got a text from Lou.
'got your message asshole... We're already at the airport. If you want to make the flight be here within the hour. '
I cracked up at his message and then my eyes went wide and my laughter ceased. Shit, an hour?! I turned to the brother I had just found out about.
" you up for a little brotherly bonding in the UK?" I asked.
"hmmmm lemme think, no. " he said in all seriousness.
"great! So what your gonna do is... Wait no?" I asked confused.
"you heard me. " he answered in the same tone.
"oh..." I drifted off.
"I'm just kidding. Hell yeah I do!!!!!" he shouted.
"yes!!!" I matched his tone. We raced to his house which he had given me directions to. We ran in and threw anything we could think of into a huge suit case. For some reason Wyatt insisted on bringing his waffle iron... Uhm, okay I guess. I assured him that we could have the rest sent out if he decided on a longer stay but for now I could lend him and buy him clothes. He shrugged as if this was a suitable answer for everything I had just said.
We chucked his suit case into the back of the car and broke the speed limit to arrive at the airport on time. My suitcase had already been flown over yesterday so that wasn't an issue, what was was the matter of getting Wyatt a ticket. I called the airport saying we were to arrive in a few minuets and we would be needing an extra ticket. She said she would meet us in the front. We parked and ran in. An elderly woman in uniform was waiting to the right inside. Time to turn the charm on.
"hello ma'am, I believe we spoke on the phone? My name is Harry styles and we will be needing an extra ticket." I flashed my dimples and flipped my hair, but to my surprise, she frowned.
"you need a hair cut sunny. " was all she would give me. That an a distasteful look.
"I've got this. " Wyatt said pushing me back and winking. "HELLO LITTLE OLD LADY. HOW IS THE BINGO GOING? ARE YOUR GRANDCHILDREN WELL? HOWS THAT OATMEAL?" he started saying rather loudly, I looked around to see if anyone else had heard. Many had stopped to look on, I started to tug on Wyatt's arm and he told me to wait.
It was only when the lady called for security did Wyatt start to run, he dropped his bag at baggage claim and the man who was running it was laughing heartily.
"no one likes that old bag anyways! I'll rush this over for you boys. " he gave us a thumbs up and we grinned back and started running again. We quickly went through metal detectors We made it just in time. They were just about to close the doors when the lady spotted me. She gasped and held the door open, so awe struck that she forgot to ask for our tickets. The pilot even recognized me and so did the Stuartesses . I collapsed into the seat next to Lou and Wyatt in the seat next to me.
"hey you made it! Who's this?" he wondered.
"long lost brother. " I quickly replied huffing from the run. Wyatt seemed perfectly fine though.
"would a mister Wyatt styles please report to the pilots cabin?" the loud speaker came on above. Wyatt got up and left without a word. A few minuets later I was called to the cabin also. I walked in and quietly closed the door behind me. I turned to see Wyatt and the pilots joking around. I cocked my head in confusion. Then the pilots asked for audio graphs, what for?! Wyatt asked where an they replied their foreheads. He reached in a pocket, pulled out a marker, and obliged. Wyatt turned to me and broken into a grin. Yes, my time to shine!
"hey Harry can you take a picture of us?" Wyatt asked.
"uh yeah sure. " I said completely dumbfounded. I took it an handed it back, then Wyatt and I headed back to our seats. "what the bloody hell was that about?"
"oh that? Yeah I'm a professional card stacker. Not to brag or anything though. " he said pretending to dust off his shoulders.
"no really. What is it?"
"if you must know I'm a professional suffer. " Wyatt sniffed faking hurt that I didn't believe his card stacker cover. Whoa surfing? Where had this guy been all my life? Literally.
please update I love this story:)
12/9/13