Harry and I wake up at five in the morning and get our stuff downstairs and by the door. Mamaw makes us breakfast and we eat while waiting for Roland to show up.

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Somewhere in Russia:
“Mr. Romanov sir, Miss Hering is planning on making the exchange two days from now in London at the World Cup”

“Good…very good” Romanov says eerily

“You flight leaves JFK airport tomorrow evening at six.” The man says

“Private jet?” Romanov asks

“Yes sir”

“Good”

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MAMAW’s HOUSE:

Roland shows up with a limo at half past six. The driver packs our cases in the trunk as I take my backpack with me. As we make our way to the airport Harry’s phone keeps buzzing.

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Harry Pov:

Niall: good luck mate
Me: thanks mate I just hope there isn’t people and paps waiting at heathrow
Niall: yeah good luck with that too

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EM POV:

Geez Harry has been on his phone for ever now just typing away.

“Who you talking to?” I ask curious

“Oh my mum and Niall” he tells me putting his phone down.

“Oh how are they?”

“Good, just sayin good luck” he says being short

Roland has to stop by my sis and I mother’s old house to pick somethings up. Apparently mamaw and Roland bought the house for who knows what reason. The limo pulls up the long driveway to a log cabin house.

“Harry some help please?” Roland says

“Yeah sure” he climbs out leaving his phone on the seat

When they go around the back of the house I grab Harry’s phone to snoop. I see two messages in his phone one from Niall and one from someone named Simon. There isn’t one from his mother at all. Simon’s texts are talking about paparazzi, fans, a hiatus being over soon and needing to get back on the road. I get the feeling that Harry is keeping something from me. I won’t hound him about it now but I will get to the bottom of it.

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London 15 hours later:

It’s one in the morning as we climb out of the plane and go into the airport for our luggage. Harry is walking in front of me when I hear an eruption of screaming girls. It’s like lightening with all the camera flashes as well. Questions are flying and I am starting to have a major panic attack. I defiantly know something is going on that Harry isn’t telling me. When we get to our hotel we all go to our rooms. Once settled in I question Harry myself.

“What was that all about?” I ask

“It was nothing” he answers

“Harry that was not nothing” I say annoyed now

“Just leave it alone Emerson. I’m too tired to do this right now” he snaps

“Ok fine then” I say storming out of the room with my backpack and suitcase.

I go down to the front desk and ask for a room to myself. They have no problem doing this for me. I take my stuff with me up to the third floor to room 315. I am exhausted, pissed off, scared and annoyed by Harry and this whole situation. I’m not stupid I know something is going on with him that he isn’t telling me and I will find out come hell or high water.

Notes

Sorry for all of the POV's i didn't know how else to do it so it made sense. it's short i know once i get this carpol tunnel under control i can write longer and better :/