Chapter 3 – Thinking of You

Abbey's POV

Two days later – Back in Cedar Rapids, Iowa

"Honey, are you okay?" my mom asked, shaking me from my thoughts. I was standing in my old bedroom, looking around. The walls were a light sea green with off white trimming. A full sized bed sat in the corner with a small white wood nightstand beside it. There was a matching dresser on the other side of the room, near the closet where a few pieces of my clothing were still stored.

Haley had called my mom when I was taken to the hospital, and she and my dad arrived an hour or so after the boys left. Of course, my mother was hysterical. But once we talked to the doctor, we found out that I had no serious injuries; just a small bump on the head accompanied with a couple bruises and a dislocated shoulder. So a few hours later, I was put in regular clothes, a sling for my shoulder and we traveled home. Since then, my shoulder has been feeling a little better, and I just have shadows of the bruises that I had on my face.

I blinked. Lying on my bed was my suitcase, where all my clean laundry I had brought home for the weekend was laying inside, neatly folded. I zipped it up before shooting my mom a reassuring smile.

"Yeah mom, I'm good. Just lost in my thoughts for a second," I admitted. What I didn't say is that I was thinking about a certain green-eyed British lad who makes my cheeks warm.

My mom nodded, smiling a little. "Well, you better get going if you wanna make it back to campus early enough. I know how terrible finding a parking spot is," she said, grinning. I laughed lightly and nodded, grabbing my suitcase and my purse from my bed.

"Yeah yeah, I'm going!" I mumbled half-heartedly, causing my mom to laugh. I shot another grin at her before walking down the stairs and outside to my car. The sun shimmered off the silver finish of my 2004 4-door Honda Accord EX, causing me to squint slightly as I walked to the backside. I quickly popped the trunk and placed my bag inside before slamming it and walking back to my mom, now standing at the top of the driveway with my dad.

My dad smiled at me, the smile we shared. I looked almost exactly like my dad, except for the nose, thank God. No offense to him, but it was big and beak-like. I smiled back at him and pecked him on the cheek while giving him a tight squeeze. "I'll miss ya, Abberdudes," he said. I smiled when he used my childhood pet name from him. Daddy's little girl, always.

"I'll miss you too, Daddy. I'll probably come back home at least once before Thanksgiving break," I promised as I hugged my mom, snuggling into her embrace. I always loved my mom's hugs. They were like a place you could live in forever.

"Just promise not to bring your laundry home again! I thought we agreed that once you went to college you would do it yourself," she grumbled, making me laugh. "Yeah, but you always do it the best, Mom!" I insisted, smiling at her again and giving her an extra kiss goodbye. "I'll call you guys in a couple days! Bye!" I called as I jogged to my car, climbing in and pulling out of the driveway. As I drove away, my thoughts drifted back to the events of Friday night.

Harry's POV

Three days later – flying somewhere over Nevada

It's been almost three whole days since I'd seen Abbey. Talked to her. Heard her laugh. Saw her amazing blue eyes, and her smile.

The lads and I had arrived in Detroit an hour or so after we took off from Chicago O'Hare, and were immediately escorted to sound check at the arena. After a couple hours, we went to our hotel to check in and relax for a while until the concert. Most of us slept, since we hadn't gotten a chance to on the tour bus we were supposed to come to Detroit in. I didn't realize how exhausted I was then until my head hit the pillow and I was out. Paul had to shake me awake, telling me to get ready to leave.

After the show, we did a meet and greet. I didn't really want to do it; I was tired from the show, and I needed sleep. But I could never let our fans down. When we met all our fans, I pulled out the good old Harry Styles charm; smile, wink occasionally, flirt. The girls really ate that up.

When the meet and greet was over, we all piled into the van and went back to the hotel. There was still some tension between Liam and me, but we didn't talk about it. I didn't understand; why did he care so much? At first, I thought it was because he fancied her; but he made it clear that that wasn't the case. He still hasn't fully moved on after he and Danielle split up a few months ago. So why was he so adamant about this?

I sighed. Right now the boys and I were on a plane heading to Los Angeles to spend some time working on new music before we jump back into our tour schedule in late September, heading to New Zealand. We'd taken off about two hours ago, and I was already squirming to get to LA. When we first came to America, LA became my favorite place. The sun, the surf, the people. Everything in LA was fantastic. The private beaches were especially nice for me to walk about naked, which I enjoyed.

Zayn looked turned his head to look at me from his seat. "You alright, mate?" he asked, his dark eyebrows pulling together in concern. I shrugged, turning to look out the window with any kind of reply. Zayn didn't try pressing it; he knew I wouldn't talk about it unless I wanted.

When we landed in LA, I felt a smile tug on my lips. We didn't have to go into the studio to start recording until Wednesday, so that meant I had two days to reacquaint myself with LA.

The airport was packed with paparazzi and a group of fans when we exited our plane. Our security team guided us to the exit, where a van was waiting for us. This time, I opted to sit in the middle with Louis, while the other three sat in the back.

It was pretty quiet for the first few minutes of the ride. Zayn was texting Perrie, and Niall and Liam were having a quite conversation. Finally, Louis turned to me and asked "Have you talked to Abbey at all since we left for Detroit?"

My eyes moved to his face from looking outside. I shook my head. "No, I haven't."

Louis leaned in close, whispering in my ear so only I could hear him "If you're not just because of what Liam said, don't worry about it; I'm sure she'd love to hear from you."

I nodded, still unsure. He was right, part of the reason was because of what Liam said. But the other part, the slightly bigger part, was that for the first time, I had no idea what to say to a girl. Me! Harry Styles, the flirty and charming Brit had no clue how to approach a girl. But then again, this wasn't just any girl. Liam had been right, she was special. I just had to figure out how to go about this the right way.

Author's Note:

Hey everybody! So, it's been a few days, but this week was crazy busy! Sorry about the length and stuff, this was more like a filler for the next chapter. It'll get better, I promise! Read, review, enjoy!

Love always,

AmazingInsight xxxx