Harry's POV

I sat on my hotel bed with my luggage waiting to be repacked. I always end up leaving with more than I initially pack...and this time I was leaving knowing I have an incredible girlfriend. The truth is I began to really like Ally right off the bat. Hell, I wanted to ask her out within two months of knowing her. The seven months we spent talking I felt like we were already together. It got to the point where she was the frist thing I thought about when I woke up and the last thing I thought about before I went to sleep. I constantly wanted to talk to her no matter what. Ally was the first girl I was absolutely nervous to ask out.

My thoughts finally drifted back to the phone book in my lap. I skimmed the pages until I came upon the name 'Striker'. I looked down the long list of names until I found the number for Dan and Jen Striker. My heart was punding slightly faster than it should as I punched the number into my phone and pressed 'Call'. The line rang once. Please don't let Ally pick up. Please, I thought.

Twice.

Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this.

Three times.

"Hello?" A deep, matured voice came through the phone. The pace of my heart picked up even more than before. This was never going to work, but I have a plane to catch in an hour. This may be my only chance.

"Mr. Striker? This is...erm...Harry...Styles," I said as camly as I could.

"Oh, Harry. Do you need me to get Ally for you?" He asked.

"No, no I actually needed to talk to you." I explained. A bit of rustling went on the other end. Doors were opening and shutting. Aidens voice was even heard at one point giggling at cartoons. Finally the other end was quiet.

"What do you need to talk about Harry?" Dan questioned.

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Ally's POV

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else! The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed..."

I smashed the snooze button for the third time this morning, exhausted from last night's dinner. Suddenly, I felt someone jump on top of me. When I opened my eyes a pair of green were staring down at me. My first thought was Harry, but these eyes were younger in a way.

"Ally! Ally wake up! Ally they leave in twenty minutes!" Aiden shouted. What? I lifted him off of me to look at the clock. 9:40 A.M. Frantically, I began to get ready, throwing on a pair of shorts, hot pink sweatshirt and a pair of yellow convers. I didn't dare bother with my hair. I figured it was terrible, but I needed to get to LAX as quick as possible.

With fifteen minutes left I hopped into the drivers seat of my yellow jeep and, just as I began down the road, the rain started. I forgot to put the roof back from yesterday's hot weather and now it was pouring. This is just not my day. The rain was beginning to stain my hoodie as I drove. My ahir was probably more of a tangled mess. Halfway to LAX, I realized I forgot my phone. I couldn't even warn Harry. This day couldn't get any better. Finally I reached the doors. Parking directly in front, I turned the car to park and rushed in. I looked around for any sign of the boys when I heard a familiar voice rise in the crowd.

"Harry, she will be here," I heard Zayn assure him from somewhere to my left. I looked left, but they were no where in sight. Where could they be?