New Life

Maddie's terrifying past is behind her, she's ready to start a new perfect life with her boyfriend Harry, and best friends Zayn and Louis. She's happy, free, relaxed, and in love. Will a simple mistake ruin everything for her future? Will a simple 5 minuets change her life forever?
*Sequel to 'Remembering Katy Perry'. You might have a hard time following along if you haven't read the first book, so check it out(:*


8. Landing

Maddie's Pov 

Harry pulls away and puts his hand on the small of my back. 

"Come on, let's get back to our seats."

He moves me along, and I can't help but notice his voice still sounds tense and not quite normal. I glance around at him, and he's got his face all scrunched up in thought. What is he thinking about? He knows I'm not mad.

I shouldn't push it. I'll let him tell me when he's ready to tell me. As long as he's not cheating, I'm happy. 

We get to our seats and wait for Brianna to stand up. She has her eyes closed and is resting her head on the back of the seat with her headphones cranked up as loud as they can go. 

I glance at Harry and can tell he's annoyed. He's tapping his foot and messing with his bracelets, something he only does when he's trying to act normal. It's better if I deal with this, not Harry. 

"Bri! Hey, Bri! We gotta get through!" 

She turns her head towards us and jumps out of her seat, yanking the headphones from her ears. 

"I'm so sorry, guys! I had no idea you were standing there!" 

"Well maybe if your bloody music wasn't all the way up, you would've heard us" Harry snaps back. 

Brianna's face turns pink in embarrassment from being snapped at and she tentatively puts her headphones and iPod in her bag. 

"Sorry.." she mutters, taking a step back to let us in. 

Why did Harry do that? It was mean and it hurt her feelings. That's not something he normally does. He should apologize. He probably just traumatized the poor girl for life, being yelled at by her idol. 

Harry sighs and pushes past me, sliding into his seat and pulling out his Beats and iPod. So now he's going to ignore me the rest of the flight? 

I sigh and slide into my seat, waiting for Bri to sit down so I can apologize for Harry. He's acting like a damn four year old. 

She finally squeezes her way in and studies the floor, refusing to look up. 
Poor girl. 

"Hey, Bri?" 

She looks up at me then quickly looks back down. 

"I didn't know you guys were standing there, I really am sorry.." 

I fight the urge to hit Harry and make him apologize to her, and force myself to do it. 

"Don't be sorry. It's really no big deal. Harry's got a stick up his ass right now. He didn't mean what he said, he was just being a jerk." 

Her deep blue eyes peek up at me with curiosity. 

"What's he upset about?" 

What is Harry upset about? He knows I'm not mad at him, so it must be what him and Louis were talking about. Or who ever he was talking to after Lou. Maybe it was Perrie. It better not have been Perrie. 

I will go ape shit on that girl if she's been talking to my man. Especially after what she's done to Zayn. Nu-uh. No fucking way. 

"I don't know. Something about Perrie" I answer cooly. 

Her eyes light up and she gasps, grabbing my arm. 

"Oh my God! Have you met Perrie!? I absolutely LOVE her!! She's so pretty and talented and ni-" 

I cut her off before she can say anything else. 

"Perrie cheated on Zayn and slept with my boyfriend. She's not who you think she is" I spit out, watching Brianna retaliate as if shed been struck. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please turn off cellular devices and buckle your seat belt. We are now beginning our descent. Thank you." 

I sigh, regretting telling Brianna about Perrie, and pull out my phone to see Niall text me back. 

'From: Nialler :) - Nt at all! Let's try for nxt week! Tell the girl I cnt wait ta see her :)' 


I reach over and tap her shoulder, showing her the message. She's going to love this. Screams in three, two, on-


I laugh, watching her freak out and remember the same feeling getting back stage passes at the concert. I could hardly contain myself, and obviously Brianna can't, considering she's still screaming. 


She leans over and plants a kiss on my cheek, and I laugh. 

"Hahah, you gotta calm down, love." 

Holy shit, I've been hanging around the Brits to long, calling people love.

"Your gonna get in trouble. I know it's exciting, hell its more than exciting, but you have to stop screaming. At least till we're off the plane."

She nods her head vigorously and clamps her hand over her mouth, bouncing in her seat. She'll think about nothing but meeting Niall until she does, then it'll be how amazing it was. 

I smile proudly to myself. I just made a difference in someone's life. Go me! 

I sit in silence the rest if the descent, listening to Brianna try and calm herself down and not wanting to talk to Harry. He's got his back turned away from me and his music turned all the way up. 

Fine, I get it. I can take a hint. Someone pissed him off and he obviously doesn't want to talk about it. I won't push. He'll tell me when he's ready, and if he hasn't in a few days, I'll get it out of him. 

The plane starts hitting turbulence and out of instinct I grab both Brianna and Harry's hand. Holy shit! This pilot has no idea what the fuck he's doing! Oh my God. This is how I die.

"Hahah you alright?" Brianna asks chuckling. is this funny to her? Is our death on this plane a mother fucking game to her? 

"No" I screech. "Were gonna die! The planes going to crash and kill us all!" 

"No it's not. We're landing. It gets bumpy when we land. Trust me." 

Harry pulls his hand out from under mine and rolls his eyes as he impatiently deals with my fears. He's right. I'm being ridiculous. Get your self together. 

"Sorry.." I mumble embarrassed, folding my hands in my lap. 

I ignore the urge to scream every time we hit a bump, and finally we make it to the ground. 

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for choosing 'International Airlines'. We hope your flight was comfortable and enjoy the rest of your day." 

"So not comfortable.." I mutter under my breath to myself. No flight is ever comfortable. I pull out my phone and see its almost a little past nine in the morning, which means at home its a little past four in the morning, a.k.a. past my bedtime. 

With out thinking, I lean back into Harry and close my eyes. He tenses up, but relaxes after a second, placing his hands on my hips. 

"Tired?" he whispers in my ear, hot breath sending chills across my body. 

"You have no idea." 

He laughs a little and guides me off the plane, having one of his body guards grab our stuff. We make it through the terminal and Harry suddenly stops. 

"What's the mat-" 


He takes off and sprints toward the opposite side of the building, nearly tackling Ann. 

I slowly make my way over, not wanting to interrupt their reunion and wait patiently for Harry to introduce me.

"I missed you so much, mum!" 

"I missed you to, honey! You were gone so much longer then I thought you were going to be! I had your room all set up, and a nice dinner all cooked, and had the whole family over the day you were supposed to come home!" 

A pang if guilt hits me listening to Ann. It's my fault he couldn't spend more time with her and be home at the right time, and it's my fault were leaving again tomorrow. 

Harry clears his throat, and Ann stops talking. He pulls her close to him and whispers something in her, to which her face lights up. She gasps and puts her hand over her mouth. 

"Oh my.." she mutters into her hand, staring at me. 

I feel my face turn pink and turn to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with Ann. Harry must be telling her about Ryan and stuff and how bad it was. 

Harry finally pulls away and walks toward me, placing his hand on the small of my back. Ann still has her hand over her mouth and stares at me. 

"Mum, this is Maddie. Maddie, this is my mum, Ann." 

I put a small smile on my face and thrust out my hand. 

"Hi, Mrs. Uhm.. Do you go by Cox or Styles, Mrs. Harry's mom?" 

She finally pulls her hand away and wraps it around mine in a firm but warm grip. 

"Ann is fine, honey. It's so nice to meet you! Harry's told me all about you!" 

She places a hand on my cheek and smiles sweetly. 

"You were right, Harry. She is a doll" Ann mumbles, flicking her eyes toward Harry. 

I turn pink from the compliment and give a small laugh. 

"Thanks, Mrs. ...?" 

I trail off, still not sure if she goes by Cox or Styles, and not quite wanting to call her Ann yet. 

She playfully sighs and rolls her eyes, grabbing my wrist. 

"Please, honey. Call me Ann." 

I nod my head and smile, not sure what to say. After a few moments of awkward silence, Ann claps her hands together getting mine and Harry's attention. 

"Well, we should probably head out. Gemma is at a friends tonight, but will be back tomorrow afternoon and Robins still at work. I have to leave at noon for work, so you two will have the house to yourselves until ten, if you don't mind. Well have all day tomorrow to catch up, love!" she says, looking at Harry. 

He rubs the back of his neck and I turn away. He hasn't told his mom about Zayn yet. Great. If she doesn't hate me already, she will after she finds out I want him to go to Zayn's with me. 

"Uhm, about that mum. We actually have to leave tomorrow morning." 

Ann looks like she's just been struck. 

"Why? You just got back Harry!" 

"Well, umm, you see.." 

"Zayn and Perrie broke up and he's having a really hard time with it. He needs his friends right now" I cut in, finishing Harry's sentence. I couldn't listen to him struggle.  

Ann solemnly nods her head, folding her hands in front of her. Oh gosh, I feel horrible! She was so excited to see him and spend time with him, and now shes completely crushed! 

"I see. Well, I'm glad your helping him out, Harry. We should get going. Paul will bring your guy's stuff by later" she says quietly, turning around and walking toward on of the multiple exits. 

I glance at Harry and he looks absolutely devastated. 

"That was so hard to watch. I just completely crushed my mum. I'm a horrible son" he whispers. 

I grab his arm and stand in front of him. 

"Harry Styles! You are not a horrible son! Your best friend needs you right now! That doesn't make you horrible, it makes you a good friend." 

He nods his head and pecks my lips, before pulling me in the same direction as him mom went. 

"We should get going before fa-"

"OMG! HARRY!!!"  
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