Trip of a Lifetime

Rebecca's finally graduated, and her present is incredible. Her parents bought her a trip to California. She loved it over there, the boys, the beaches, the shopping, the tans. But she had two best friends that meant the whole world to her, that she had to leave behind. Could she cope with that? As a huge opportunity approaches her through her favourite band, will she take it? It certainly turns out to be a trip of a lifetime.

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4. Hotels.

Rebecca's P.O.V.

The flight attendant bumped me as she was walking down the isles, waking me up. Something was heavy on my left shoulder and as I turned my head, the soft curls began brushing against my face. Harry was fast asleep. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and turned the sound off, trying not to wake him. I quickly snapped a picture and he started to stir. He was cute though. 

'Did you just take a picture of me?' His voice startling me.

'Well, yeah. I hope you don't mind.' I replied.

'Of course not, here how about another one.' His hand began gesturing for my phone.He set a timer and kissed me on the cheek as the photo was taken.

'Thanks Harry.'

'It's not a problem at all. Do you mind if I take one for my phone?'

'Why would you want that?' 

'Because your the most gorgeous girl in the world.' A smile began to draw across his face.

'I'm really not, but thankyou!' 

This time I kissed his cheek. We took many more on both phones. It was nice to have someone on the plane to goof around with even if we only just met. I took one last photo on my phone before he took it.

'Hey, give that back!' I yelled forgetting about the rest of the band who were still sleeping.

'Shush, you'll wake the rest of them, and you really don't want to do that. Louis gets pretty angry if he doesn't get his beauty sleep.' We both laughed. 'And plus, surely you wouldn't have anything to hide on here.'

'Harry, can I please have it back.' Still pleading with him.

'Okay fine, I just have to save one thing.' A smirk grew across his face.

He gave my phone back, only to have two new display pictures. Harry had also decided to add his own number to my phone and made sure to add excess amounts of love hearts. His contact picture was perfect; it showed his perfect smile, and the cute little dimples that I adored.

'Hey Harry, when did you take this picture?'

'Oh last night, when you decided to fall asleep. I thought it'd be funny to fill up your camera roll.' He was laughing uncontrollably.

'You didn't!' I was ready to scream again, but refrained. I didn't want a cranky band.

'I did.' And sure enough, he had taken over 500 photos. Secretly I didn't care, but still what if he went through my messages. 'And don't worry, I couldn't figure out your password so I couldn't do anymore damage until just now.'

All I could do was laugh. My password was so simple. I put my phone away and pulled out the magazine Lauren had given me before I boarded the plane. Harry was the front cover. I turned my attention to him and laughed again, 'What'd you do this time?'

'Nothing I swear,' he exclaimed before looking up to see the magazine.

'Oh my god, no. no. no! Please don't read that.' He pleaded. 

'Why not, it's just made up crap. It's good for a laugh.' I replied.

'I'm glad you seem to think, the haters don't.' I opened the magazine up to story only to have it yanked out of my hands.

'Harry!  If it's that bad, I'll just throw it out.' He gave the magazine to the flight attendant who passed and made her throw it away. 'Are you okay?'

'I'm fine, it's just, the magazines. They portray me as someone I'm not and they won't drop it. I'm not that guy.' 

'Not everyone believes that stuff. Magazines blow everything out of proportion, it's what they're paid to do.'

'It's just hard not to always take it to heart.'

'I understand.'

I pulled out my laptop, and decided it was time for some games. I let Harry choose, while I quickly ducked off to the bathroom. I came back to find only to find someone else in my seat. It was Louis. I cleared my throat and the boys stopped their conversation in realisation that I was there. Louis went back to seat and Harry started the game. It was monopoly. We were playing for a while before the captain's voice came over the plane's speaker.

'This is the captain here, we will be descending in about half an hour. I would appreciate it, if all the window shades could be raised and your seat belts are fastened. Your flight attendants will be doing one last rubbish run before we land. The weather for LA is slightly cooler with a temperature of 15 degrees. Also a huge thank you for flying with us today and I hope you enjoyed your journey. 

The flight attendants as told, were walking past collecting rubbish and checking the cabin. We had to end our game and put all our devices away. Harry had won and was gloating to everyone. That was until Paul told him to zip it. All I could do was laugh. 

'Umm Bec, before we land, I wanted to give you this.' He handed me an envelope.

'What's this?' the smile slightly faded as I knew I was probably never going to see this boy again. I knew I had just met him, but he had already impacted my life.

'Just open it.' he laughed.

I slowly opened the envelope to see a backstage pass to his next show. I pulled him into a huge hug. I'd only seen them once in concert before, and I had to leave early. 'Thank you!'

'It's okay, and if you haven't already got accommodation, I was wondering if we could put you up in a room?'

'Thanks Harry, but my parents already paid for me to stay at The Ritz-Carlton. I'm sorry. I would have loved too, but I couldn't have that room go to waste.'

'The Ritz, really. It just so happens that we are staying there too.' We laughed. 'It looks like I will be able to get to know you even better.'

I laughed, 'I guess so.'

'Would you like to accompany use back to the hotel madam?' he grinned.

'I would love to your majesty.'

The plane landed, and we all exited the plane. Harry made sure to tell Paul, about our plans. As we entered the terminal, the band's security handled everything. They led us to customs, grabbed they boys bags. I grabbed my own, but once it was off the carousel, Paul made sure to get take care of it. The fans and paparazzi were everywhere by then. I kept my head down and stayed with Paul while the boys took photos and signed autographs. It was weird. As we left, the paparazzi followed still asking questions, when some arose about me. 'Who's the girl?' 'Where's she from?' 'Who's she dating?' Soon enough, Paul had the boys and myself surrounded with his crew. Paparazzi still trying to take photos. We got to the car and all climbed in. I was in between Harry and Louis. 

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