19.

                                    

                                          
The next morning, we had to fly back to England. My time with the boys was over. 
                          
I say next to Harry on the flight. 
                          
"When will I see you again?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too needy. 
                          
"We've nearly finished the tour." Harry told me. "We have one more week up north, then it's over. But after that we only have a few months until the next tour." 
                          
I nodded. 
                          
"Well, we have months after Chichester to sort stuff out." I confirmed. Harry nodded. 
                          
"And I was thinking, maybe you want to come on part of the tour with us?" He asked nervously. 
                          
I looked at him, shocked. I was surprised he was not already bored of my company, let alone the other band members. 
                          
"Really?"
                          
"Yeah. It'll be fun." 
                          
I grinned at him. 
                          
When we landed at Gatwick, Harry took my hand as we walked through security. 
                          
"Hey, you've met my mum now. When can I meet your family."
                          
"Oh. Uh, I'm not really sure..." I said.  
                          
"Why not?" He asked, surprised. 
                          
"I... Don't really get on with my family." I told him, looking at the floor. I felt an out-of-place sense of guilt, knowing how close Harry was to his own family. 
                          
"Oh. Ok, that's fine." Harry said, questioning no further, for which I was grateful; I did not think I wanted to tell him about that part of my life quite yet. 
                          
From the airport, We got a taxi to the train station. I waved goodbye to the boys, knowing I would see them in eight days, as they were staying at my flat for a night when they came back from Chichester. 
                          
Logging into the train's free wifi, I checked my social media. I was still shocked to see the amount of followers I had. It seemed funny how many people liked me just because I was Harry Styles's girlfriend. 
                          
When I arrived back at my flat, Cindi came running. 
                          
"How was Ireland??!?!?" She practically screamed. 
                          
"Great." I told her. "I'm tired, though, I'm going to bed."
                          
Cindi rolled her eyes, but let me go. 
                          
The eight days passed slowly, but eventually it was the morning of the boys' arrival. I spent two hours tidying our flat, glad that Cindi had agreed to stay at a friends - there would be no room otherwise. 
                          
I got to the train station to pick the boys up. There was little room in my car, so Louis and Niall had to share a seat. 
                          
I pulled up by the block of flats, suddenly feeling self-conscious. These men were uses to the best, not my shitty apartment. The lift was broken, so we had to walk up five flights of stairs. 
                          
I opened the door and let the boys in. 
                          
"That's my room, that's Cindi's room, that's the bathroom, and that's the kitchen." I quickly showed the boys around. "It's not very big, and two of you will have to sleep on the sofa cushions." 
                          
"It's so nice!" said Niall, calming my nerves slightly as he took a seat on the sofa. "How long have you lived here?" 
                          
"A year." I said. "Since I turned eighteen." 
                          
"You moved out as soon as you turned eighteen?" Liam queried. 
                          
"Yeah." I felt Harry looking at me curiously, connecting this fact with what I told him about my family the last time I saw him. I avoided his gaze.
                          
"Why?" Niall wanted to know. 
                          
"I just didn't like living with them." I simplified, not catching the eye of anyone in the room. I thought for a moment, before I decided to just tell them. I trusted them. 
                          
"I never got on with my parents, no particular reason," I explained. "I just barely spoke to them. And when I did we were always arguing, I guess I was just a shit daughter."
                          
None of the boys spoke, and I worried they thought I was a bad person. 
                          
"It's fine though, I just don't talk to them. Shall we order pizza?" I suggested in an attempt to bring their attention to lighter matters. 
                          
"Uh, sure." Niall agreed unenthusiastically. It was the least excited I had ever heard him about food. 
                          
Half an hour we were all sat on the floor in the sitting room, eating pizza straight from the boxes. 
                          
"So, are you coming to America?" Niall asked, looking at me, as he helped himself to his fourteenth piece of pizza. 
                          
"What?" You asked. Harry groaned. 
                          
"Niall, I didn't ask her yet." He chided. 
                          
"Oh shit. Sorry." Niall pulled a face at me guiltily. 
                          
Sighing, Harry looked at me.
                          
"So on the next tour, we're doing the UK, then the U.S., then Europe then Asia and Australia. And we were wondering if you want to come on the U.S. part with us?" 
                          
"I'd love to!" I said immediately.
                          
"Great!" Harry smiled. 
                          
The rest of the evening we spent watching movies. At two in the morning, Louis suggested bed, and everyone agreed.
                          
Harry and I slept in my bed, after a lot of arguing with Liam, whom I had insisted should go in my bed with Harry, but refused. Louis and Niall happily took Cindi's bed, and Liam and Zayn get the sofa cushions.  
                          
I snuggled up to Harry. 
                          
"What are you doing for these two months before the tour?" I asked him. 
"Going home for two weeks, then we'll be in London for the rest of the time. By the way, you're coming to London with us whether you like it or not."
Laughing, I agreed. I had nothing better to do, after all, and in London I would find it easier to get to work if I needed to. 
                          
The next morning Niall and I made French toast, while the other boys slept in. I served it to them in bed, knowing how tired they must have been after  being on tour go so long. 
                          
"When are you all going home?" I asked when we had all showered and dressed. 
                          
"Desperate to get rid of us?" Zayn laughed. I joined in. 
                          
"Nah, I was just wondering."
                          
"Tonight." Louis told me. "We've all got trains at the same time, so it's pretty easy."
                          
We spent the day inside, not wanting to go outside as Emma had warned the boys not to, in case fans saw them and found out where I lived. We started a Harry Potter marathon, but halfway through the fourth film decided we could not do it any more, and started a pillow fight. 
                          
When it was time to go to the train station, I packed the boys and their bags into my car with difficulty. We were then halfway to the station when Niall realised he forgot his phone, and I had to turn back. Eventually, we got to the train station. 
                          
"See you in two weeks." Harry kissed me. 
                          
As the boys gradually each got on their separate trains, Zayn and I were eventually the only two left. 
                          
"Harry really like you, you know." Zayn spoke into my ear as his train pulled into the station. 
                          
"I know." I smiled. "Have a good time at home." I gave him a hug, and he boarded the train.