Chapter 21:
Harry's POV:
I was hot, very hot. My pale skin reflected the sun like a crystal. I put on my ray bans and walked out of the airport. Each of us carrying our own suitcase, at packing, we were like girls. All of us.
"Hola España" Niall shouted.
We had a bit of a laugh. It was great, just been us five again, I had missed it lately.
As we got in the car, we saw that giant mess of girls running towards us. I became a big mess, since the airport I Barcelona had been so bad. At last we got into the car and drove of.
"What a crowd" Louis managed to say after catching his breath. He was damn right. I worried about being stumbled over back at the airport.
Liams' phone went noisy.
"'ello it's Liam" he said. His Wolverhampton accent, were almost gone from his voice.
He talked a bit, smiled. Huge smile and then hung up.
"Boys, we're having spare time," he yelled.
"Here in Spain?" Niall asked curiously.
"Yeah, the filming is postponed, like three days".
Everyone smiled. I then realized. If our filming got behind schedule, maybe I wouldn't be back in London to welcome Cara. My smile dropped, dramatically.
"Relax Harry, you'll be back in time" Zayn clapped my back.
I hoped he was right.
We arrived Barcelona, checked into our hotel. As usual, we got the pent house apartment, so we could all share one room. I was standing by the window, looking out over the city. The sun was shining. I had to make a choice tonight. Drink and have fun, take the consequences later on or should I be the concern one tonight? I didn't know. Cara and I, we weren't an item or a couple, but I thought I owed her to be faithful until we decided what we are.
"It's already six Lou, come on!" Liam yelled to the closed bathroom door.
"I'll be right there, I'll meet you in the lobby, okay?" he yelled back.
We started moving towards the lift taking us all the fifteen floors down. Just as we reached the lobby, I remembered we didn't bring any key, I volunteered to go back up. As I was back in the room, I grabbed the key and waited to Louis to be done.
As we were standing in the lift, It stopped at the fifth floor. A very known face met me, as the doors slide open. I didn't know to be happy or be disappointed. The only thing I knew was, this would change everything.
Louis' POV:
As the boys rushed down to the lobby, I looked in the mirror. I wasn't late because I had problem fixing my hair, nono, don't be silly, I had locked my self up, knowing if I did face Harry, I had to tell the truth. I was just sitting down in the couch, when I received a text from Andrea. Hey honey, I hope Spain is good? I just wanted to give you a heads up on Cara, she's in Barcelona, as we're speaking. With a man, please stay observant. I promised she would tell him in person. Lots of love! Xx
Fuck. Here. Spain. Barcelona. Now?
Shit, I had to get Harry drunk, in a hurry. As I gathered my stuff I saw his curls flew past me, picking up the key at our dining table.
"Ready?" he looked at me and smiled.
"In a minute" I went back to the bathroom. I was standing there and pulling my hair. How could I tell him, that when Cara came to London, she wasn't coming for him. At least not anymore.