9

                                    

                                          
We left to the airport around 4 am, we were both really tired but it was good because we'd be able to get a lot of sleep during the flight. I started recording the trip since Alan picked us up at my place. 
                          
Like I predicted, I fell asleep as soon as the plane took off, I was cuddling with Harry in a very comfortable position so it wasn't that hard. I opened my eyes a few minutes before landing and I realized I had drooled over Harry's shoulder, he was asleep so he probably didn't notice, I cleaned it up and then woke him up to straighten our seats for landing. 
                          
"I can't believe we slept for 14 hours straight," I laughed, I've never been a sleepy person, if anything I barely sleep through the night. 
                          
"You did, I fell asleep like 2 hours ago," his puffy eyes were staring deep into mine, "We have a full schedule today, breakfast with your friends and then we have to be at this singing competition to sing,"
                          
"Do you want me to cancel breakfast? You need to get some rest," he shook his head and laid on my shoulder. 
                          
"I'm excited to meet your friends," he yawned, "Let's just rush out of this plane," he grabbed his stuff to be ready, I already had everything in my bag. 
                          
It was a little past 5 am in Madrid so the airport was kinda empty, we met with Harry's security team at the international arrivals gate, fans were crowding the place so they had to escort us out. 
                          
Walking between the screaming girls made me a nervous, everything was just so loud and we are supposed to be moving fast but I could barely see in front of me because of all the people, my breathing started to get heavy and my vision was blurred, was I having a panic attack? My feet glued to the ground and I just couldn't keep walking.
                          
"Jump on my back," Harry whispered when he realized I had stopped moving. I did what he told me and he put me down in front of the van, "It's okay, we're safe,"
                          
"I don't know what happened to me," I sat in the back still feeling very dizzy, I wanted to throw up, "I think I'm sick,"
                          
"Smell this," Paul handed me a small bottle of antibacterial gel, it smelled like alcohol, "This used to happen to Niall all the time," 
                          
"Take slow deep breaths," Harry helped me take off my jacket, "Do you want some water?"
                          
"I'll vomit water," I tried to slow down my breathing but my heart was racing, it was hard to calm myself. 
                          
"You're okay," Harry brushed my hair with his fingers slowly, we were driving away from the girls banging on the windows so I felt safer, "You'll get used to this,"
                          
"I don't know," I sighed shutting my eyes, "This is how they kidnapped my dad,"
                          
"Yeah I think I heard that security led him to the wrong car," He wrapped his arms around my now relaxed body. 
                          
"I was there too, he was pulling me through the crowd and then he let go of my hand to get me inside the van, someone pushed him inside and they drove away with him," it was hard to remember that day, "I stood there alone with screaming fans and paparazzi, my nanny took me home in a cab and my mom had gotten the rescue call asking for money, that's when the nightmare started,"
                          
"You were 10 right?" I was still with my eyes shut trying to keep food in my stomach, I just nodded, he buried his face between my neck and my shoulder and held me tight, "As long as I'm near, you'll always be safe,"
                          
"I know," he didn't let me go and the van just went silent, he did make me feel safe so I had nothing to worry about. 
                          
We met with my friends at a restaurant after dropping our bags at the hotel, the place had fans outside waiting for the boys, we had to go inside and out though the hotel's kitchen backdoor, Harry looked really used to it so apparently that's how they got away from fans.