10.

                                    

                                          
Harry and I exited the room to go and get our stuff ready. Harry sighed.
                          
"I've had an amazing couple of nights, Ree. " He said, walking towards me and putting his hands on my waist. "I wish you didn't have to go."
                          
"Me too. " I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist. He planted his lips on mine, putting so much pressure into the kiss that I was forced to take a step back, and tripped on the foot of the bed. I fell to the floor, pulling Harry down on top of me. 
                          
"Shit. Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly. 
                          
"I'm fine." I laughed, but winced, feeling a pain in my ribs. 
                          
Harry tried to get up, but I held onto him, forcing his lips back onto my own. 
                          
The door crashed open and I heard Louis' voice say "Hey! Where are you?!" He could not see us, as we had fallen on the other side of the bed to him. 
                          
I giggled, smothered by Harry's mouth. Louis heard and came to see what was going on. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he caught sight of us. 
                          
"Um, Emma says you need to go. " He said, before practically running from the room. Harry laughed at his friend, then forced himself off of me. 
                          
"C'mon. You don't want Emma to be pissed at you. "
                          
I smiled sadly. I really wished that my time with the boys, Harry especially, would not be over this soon. 
                          
As I left the room to go and say goodbye to the rest of the boys, Harry stopped me. 
                          
"I just realised - I don't even have your number." I laughed and put it into his phone for him. He fiddled around for a moment, and I heard a buzz from my phone. I took it out and saw a text from an anonymous number saying 'text me when you get home x'. 
                          
I replied with 'ok x,'and saved the number to my contacts. 
                          
When I walked in to join the rest of the boys, they all piled into me for a group hug. 
                          
"You're definitely coming to Ireland, right?" Niall checked. 
                          
"Of course!" I assured him. 
                          
"That'll be in like two weeks then." Liam said. "Take care." He kissed my cheek, earning a glare from Harry. I laughed. 
                          
"Bye!" Zayn gave me a one armed hug. He smelt nice, I noticed. 
                          
"Hang on." Niall called to me. "Before you go can I talk to you for a sec?" 
                          
"Sure. " I followed him out of the hotel room. He closed the door behind us. 
                          
"Hey, I don't want to seem all overprotective, but Harry's had some tough times with girls. Can you just... You know. Not hurt him. I think he really likes you. " Niall smiled awkwardly. 
                          
"Don't worry." I told him. "I don't intend on doing that." 
                          
"'Kay. That's good. "
                          
Niall opened the door and we joined the rest of the boys. 
                          
"Ok, let's go then." Harry said. "I'll walk you to your car. And not just cause Emma told me to," he added, with a small smile. 
                          
With a few last hugs, we left the room. Harry took my hand as we walked down the stairs. 
                          
"I'll miss you." I told him. 
                          
"I'll miss you too. But it's not even two weeks until you come to Ireland, then we finish the UK tour."
                          
"And after that?" I asked. 
                          
"We'll figure something out." We reached the bottom of the stairs. I could already hear and see the paparazzi outside, waiting to get a shot of a member of One Direction. Harry gave me a quick kiss on the lips, encouraging even more noise from outside, before opening the hotel door for me. 
                          
"You should probably stay in here!" I almost yelled over the noise. "I don't think you'll be able to get back otherwise!"
                          
"Ok!" He agreed. He gave me a quick final kiss, before I stepped out of the door.
                          
I battled my way through the crowd. There were cameras everywhere, flashing lights in my face, and reporters yelling countless useless questions at me. I ignored everything, making my way to my car. 
                          
When I finally got there, I climbed inside, locking the doors just to be safe. Luckily everyone cleared a path for me to drive through, and I left the hotel car park. 
                          
When I had driven about half way back home, I stopped at a service station to buy a bit of lunch. Logging into the wifi, I immediately got 10 iMessage notifications from various friends who had seen stuff about me and Harry. 
                          
I answered them all with a simple message saying that I would speak soon, and ordered myself a coffee and salad.
                          
Checking all my social media accounts, I realised that over the last twenty four hours I had gained over double the amount of Twitter and Instagram followers that I already had. I smiled, knowing that although I was getting all of these hate comments, some of these people genuinely liked me. They didn't know me, but they had taken their time to follow me, and to tell me that they thought that me and Harry were cute together, even though they didn't even officially know yet. 
                          
After I had eaten, I got back in the car and drove the rest of the way to my shared flat. 
                          
"Rena!!" My flat mate Cindi shouted as soon as I opened the front door.
                          
"What the FUCK have you been doing?!! Tell me everything!" 
                          
Cindi was an eccentric student from Sweden, who spent most of her time at parties or stalking the Kardashians. We met a year ago when she stayed with a friend of mine, and she contacted me more recently asking if I would be interested in getting a roommate. As I had recently turned 18 and was dying to move out, I agreed immediately. We had grown close living together, so when she asked, I sat down and explained everything to her.
                          
"Oh my god!!!" She said when I had finish. "So what you're telling me is that you are going out with pretty much the most famous guy in the world?" 
                          
"I guess. " I grinned. "Actually, I better text him."
                          
Harry replied immediately. 
                          
'Glad you're ok. Have a good sleep x'.