How We All Met

We all started out as strangers, acquaintances, friends, and then best friends. We all love One Direction, and our friendship brought us closer to them. What happens when they all get seperated?


16. Chapter 15

Andera's POV: 

*3 Years Later*  

  I was sitting in my new flat, typing away on my laptop. I was writing my exam paper so then I could graduate with my Bachelor's degree in teaching, but then I’m going back to school for my master’s. If you’re wondering, Harry and I are still together. He’s actually coming home tomorrow for a couple of weeks. They tour is taking a little break, and then they’re going back to finish off the tour. I’ve been with him a couple of times. Niall, and Louis have girlfriends, but I don’t know who they are.

  I hit send, and closed my laptop. Then my phone started vibrating like crazy. I picked up my phone, and saw it said HazzaBear <3. I clicked answer.

  “Hey love,” Harry said.

  “Hey. What’ s up?” I responded.

  “I’m at the airport, waiting for my flight. You?”

  “I just finished my exam paper for my Bachelor's degree.”

  “That’s great! When’s your graduation?”  

  “After they grade my paper, and I get an B or higher. Then it’s graduation. So I’m guessing two weeks by the latest.”

  “I can’t wait to see you in your blue gown!”

  “Thanks Hazzabear.”

  “Your welcome Anderbear.”

  “When does your flight leave?”

  I heard a muffled speaker in the background.

  “Now...well I’m boarding now. Can text me your address while I’m on my flight please?”

  “Anything for my Hazzabear!”

  “I’ve gotta go! I’m suppose to turn off my cell phone now, love. I’ll text you on my flight if I can! I love you!”

  “I love you too!”

  Then Harry hung up, and I was left alone in silence. Ever since I moved out to London, I haven’t really talked with my mom. The rest of my family kind of hates me, because I didn’t want to live in America anymore. I want to live my life in the UK where Harry kind of grew up, and if I have kids, then I want them to live a happy life in the UK.

  I switched on the TV or the telly. There was a Doncaster vs The Republic of Ireland. I personally was cheering for Doncaster, but I still cheered for Ireland.

  It was about halftime, when someone knocked on my door. I looked through the peephole, and saw Harry.

  “Harry?” I thought. “But I only just talked to him an hour ago.”

  I unlocked the door, and hugged my boyfriend. We sat down on the couch together, and we just sat there and cuddled. I’ve never been happier to see him, in my whole entire life.

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