Does he know?

”So why exact is it that you are packing?” Zayn asked while he was busy filling himself with chips. He lay in the bed in jogging outfit with one leg cross the other. He chewed nosily, while I tried to focus on my packing. When it came to packing I totally was a perfectionist and I simply needed to remember everything. It was only a week we had in Sweden tho, yet I still had to remember every single thing I had written in my checklist. I was confused about my night clothes. I had to share room with Harry so what was appropriate to sleep in? Not that I had something against it but I feared it somehow would be awkward.Deep down I of course hoped the trip would help us getting our spark back. I missed him lots but I just didnt know if it was okay telling him the truth.

” I have some things to do and arrange with some other students” I fastly replied while I struggled finding the perfect t-shirt to pack. I studied every single detail. Should I go with the Acne sweater my mom bought me or the t-shirt? … or something else?!

Arg. Stupid question!It was Sweden and it was cold there, of course I had to bring my sweater with me. It was indescribably comfy and it matched my black Levis jeans perfectly.

Or should I go with the t-shirt?

”ZAYN”I yelled and stamped towards him.

”This one or this one?” I asked and raised both jerseys in the air.

”None of them” he laughed and filled his mouth with more chips.

”Please stop distracting me with your chewing!”

”You’re distracting my eating but I don’t complain? He smirked teasingly.

”So funny we are today Malik?” I answered sarcastically and returned my packing. The more I packed the more excited I got. I barely could wait to spend some time outside school, I looked forward getting away from everybody. It was about time to try something new – even in a country I had never been in!

After I finally had packed I met up with the group (inclusive Harry) to say goodbye to them. We naturally pretended like nothing was going on and the jerks actually bought our facade! I dont even dare imaging how Sophie and Zayn would react if they found out that we were going to Sweden together and that we were about to share room! Gosh. Only the thought gives me chills!


I laid in my bed in the hope of falling asleep as fast as possible but something bothered me. I’m not sure if it was the nervousness or the excitement. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to forget everything - but inevitably I like every other human being had to overthink at night! Just imagine that I had to spend time with Harry on ONE HAND without the rest of a group.. in a foreign country! Never in a million years had I thought of that..
Time passed, Zayn snored and I just c o u l d n o t fall asleep . I turned to one side then to the other. I was about to go insane the idea of running outside even crossed my mind.


Beep, beep, beep.
My alarm clocked rang 4:30 in the morning. I had only slept for like 2-3 hours. I momentarily couldnt see my room as if I was a sleepwalker- that was exactly how I felt when I got out of the bed. I jumped into my black adidas pants and white t-shirt, I quickly put my hair into a bun and ran downstairs.
As I imagined I couldn’t eat. Of course I couldn’t, I felt sick and nervous all at one time. Luckily I had two water bottles packed and my favorite muesli. I got up to my room again, fixed my bed and tiptoed back to the door while I sent Zayn an air kiss, who slept like a log.

”Bye stupid college” I whispered as I locked the door from outside.

”Are you ready?” The mutational voice slowly planted a smile on my lips. I swear, I did not dare turning around I mean I looked like a ghost or corpse. I had no makeup on and my wrinkles were totally visible, you could compare me to a 80-year-old woman!

”Yea.. Yeah” I stammer out as I turned around. Surprisingly, he sent me a huge smile and hugged me. ”Good morning sleepyhead, you look cheerful” he joked as he shook me from side to side.

”Dont be silly, we are not all an A-Person like you Styles” I said as I pushed his arm when he let me go.

”Auch”.

”Are you ready kids?” mr. Bolt yelled throughout the hallway as he gladly and wide smilingly stumped towards us. Next to him was Mrs. Stinson (as expected). I swear if they didn’t have an affair then I don’t know, really.

”Yeah im beyond excited” Harry answered and gave him knuckles. I just nervously smiled. My stomach turned and I started feeling nauseous. Within few hours I was about to step into an airplane!!!

But, so far, so good.

The ride to the airport didn’t take that long, now it was the long waiting time that killed me. The aeroplane was about to set off at 10:05 am. As soon as we found our gate I started to shake. Harry could see something was wrong and he did look worried.

” Are you really that uncomfortable? Has the rich girl from London never flown? He joked.

”No never. I have fear of heights, I am SO scared Harry. I haven’t eaten anything or slept the whole night” I admitted.

"It’s going to be fine. You have my be your side what else do you need?"

Good question..
I wanted to kiss him in the middle of the airport just like in the romantic love movies. Unfortunately my life wasn’t like a love movie, it has never followed a manuscript and never will. The closest I get to a film script is Mean Girls or the grudge! HA!

”If you get scared then just take my hand okay? Read a magazine or something. I promise you when you see the beautiful view from upside your fear will disappear, I promise” he interupted my imagination about me and him kissing,woops.

He was always so thoughtful and calming.

”How can you be so sure about that?”

”I’ve flown so many times because of my dad. The first 2-3 times I also had a fear but you get used to it and the view is so amazing. He smiled satisfactorily. I did feel better but the nausea was still there.

3 minutes till the departure takes place. The airplane is brimful.Great. Was I also about to get claustrophobia?

“You okay?” he whispered slowly into my ear with a serious look.

“Stop you make me shiver” I giggled.

“Well that sure is a positive thing”, Harry replied and bum, the airplane started shaking. 3,2,1. Shit was getting serious. I was ready to die, to fall into the ocean and drown. Oh god. I was 19 years old without any life experience; I didn’t even know how to swim!! And worst of all I hadn’t said the last goodbye to my family, I didn’t tell my mother that I loved her and my to do list was far from done. There was no turning back. I slowly dig my own grave. I closed my eyes and with all my power pressed my fingers into the seat and screw up my eyes. The nausea was up in my throat as the airplane started driving,. Oh no. The airplane takes off and I’m already panicking, the anxiety attack was on its way!
Breathe Annabelle, breathe!

I felt Harrys hand touching mine. He stroke it and suddenly we held hands. I cautiously opened my eyes and immediately felt his attentiveness and considerateness.

“Don’t be scared love, everything will be fine. Trust me. Make the best out of the flight even though you’re scared. To travel is to live” he smiled and squeezed my hand. Our eyecontact actually made me a bit relieved, I would rather look him in the eyes than thinking of this awful flight – obviously. The half of my nervousness disappeared. At worst I would die with my first love maybe this could be a beginning of a new love song people would hear and talk about forever? Just like Titanic? I won’t let go Jack" would turn into “I won’t let go Harry”. Hm, romantic. I felt myself smiling at the thought.
Not even Taylor Swift could come up with such a cliché love song!

”We’re in the air” the words flew out of my mouth louder than expected.

“Isn’t it a wonderful feeling?”

“Harry?” I sent him my serious look. “I felt like I was sucking in a time machine!”

“There's got to be a first time for everything” we both laughed. His laughter was so lovely.

He put his arm around me and almost squeezed me into him. It did feel more comfortable to be honest.

“Look” he pointed outside the window.

I could see billions of clouds. Wow we really were up in the sky! Sky’s the limit! My first flight was with my first love, it somehow was a bit romantic. It made me happy that I shared this experience with a special person I loved to bits.

“I promised myself to make your first flight comfortable. Look what I’ve smuggled in” he said and unfurled some foil.

“Aaw baby” I blushed. My favorite chocolate!

“I know you love chocolate and it releases stress just so you know.. and I have something more” he said as he went through his pockets. “MUSIC. The greatest hits of the year, I’ve downloaded nothing but the best songs” he said as he handed me the headset.

I was so amazed he took care of me in my worst situation it was not possible to find words for how great I felt. We put an earpiece in our ears and started listening to some songs. Every song reminded me of something great I had experienced. It actually did help me feeling a little better especially now that Harry had his arm around me and seemed to take good care of me. We gazed at the beautiful view. It was incredible. I even felt safe enough to lean into the window to take a picture.

“I’m totally gonna Instagram this” I laughed. Harry laughed and gave me some chocolate, as the gentleman he was, he only took like 4 pieces. I felt like a fat Christmas turkey.
Suddenly a song called “Love in the sky” by The Weeknd played. I wasn’t familiar with it but it sounded good.

“We’ll learn to love how to dream, you’ll learn to love how to dream. I’ll teach you to dream oh, we’ll find our love in the sky.“There is no need to hide, don’t overreact. You said you’ve been to the sky we’ll go beyond that”

I looked at Harry whose eyes were tighten a bit, it seemed like he enjoyed being with me. My head was leaned on his arm/a bit of his shoulder, we both looked out of the window as we enjoyed the music. The song was good until I heard the last verse and couldn’t stop myself from laughing, I totally failed.“ I’m always in a rush, ain’t no time to fuck slow, and even if I try its not soething I would know but im sure ill make you cum two or three times in a row”

“Harryyyyy” I giggled.

“What?”

“The song?””

“Yeah what about it?”

“You know?” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh hah, sorry It’s not me who has written it I just downloaded the whole album” he laughed for himself. Yeah right!
I started getting really tired so I tuck myself into Harrys comfortable hug and closed my eyes. The last thing I wanted was to look like was a sleepwalker the very first time I was about to step my feet on the Swedish ground. My favorite love song “That Girl”by Justin Timberlake came on and I slowly felt asleep.

“Cause im in love with that girl, so don’t be mad at me. So what if you’re on the other side of the t racks so what if the world don’t think we match I’ll put it down like my love’s on wax.

Guess what? I’m in love with that girl.


And she told me.

She’s in love with me..


“Wake up. Annabelle wake up” Harry slowly whispered in my ears. At least that was what I thought. I could barely hear him in my sleep. ”What?” I mumbled.

“We’re touching down in few minutes and I don’t want you to miss this sight and the feeling of landing. Wake up NOW” he pulled into my cardigan and took the earpiece out of my ear.

“Mmkay”.

“LOOK” he grabbed my head and turned it against the window. "Isn’t it beautiful?"

Wow that was in truth beautiful. Sweden was already on my top 3 list over the most beautiful places I’ve been visiting. What a fantastic view and such an blue ocean!

”Scandinavia here we are” Harry said optimistically as he took billion of pictures of the sky and he small 'buidling' we could spot.

“Let’s take a selfie... Even though I have like ten pictures of you sleeping and dribbling” he laughed.

“Fuck you Harry. Seriously fuck you” I punched his arm.

“Then come and get me” he smirked. You know we could love in the sky" he then laughed, I just rolled my eyes and took a sip of my water.

“I’ll get you later” I teased back. Two could play his game!

”Ooh watch out for this lady” he said and took a picture of me. We took some pictures and suddenly the airplane started making weird noises and flew weirdly. “WHAT'S GOING ON?!” I looked around timidly. Everyone was sitting quietly reading magiznes etc. Harry just facepalmed himself as he laughed, “We’re about to land idiot".

I held his hand in mine and squeezed it. I started to get tense again.
“See that was it. We’re here. You survived” he said sticking his tongue out like a kid. Was he like making fun of me? I would totally give him payback. I hurried packing my bag and get out of the airplane. I was beyond excited to see Sweden and besides, I needed air!

“Thank you for a great flight” I thanked as we stepped out of the monster.
”I shall be pleased to help you any other time” he smirked and threw his bag over his shoulder.

“What up kids did you have a great flight?” Mrs. Stinson yelled as she walked towards us.

“Of course” we both nodded satifisly. Nothing could break me now! I had survived and was ready to rock Sweden.

“Let’s eat before we get lost in the big city” Mrs. Stinson laughed. We followed her lead. The airport was huge, there were people running in different directions and this weird singing accent was everywhere. Sweden indeed was different from London and England generally. Lucikly there weren’t as many people as I thought there would be.

”Burger King?” Harry suggested even though he knew my answer.” Lets go im starving”.

We ate our food while we chatted about Swedish culture and the plan we had for the week. As I finished my meal I called my mother to catch up with her and tell her that I survived(haha).

“Are you ready to go Ann?” Harry asked as he filled himself with Icecream, he looked at me with puppy eyes, the softice was on his lips and he ate like a little kid. I laughed at him as I explained that I just needed to buy some RedBulls.

“Already done that” he said and pointed as his bag. “ Just take one, I knew you nedded them”.

This guy knew me way too good. He had been acting surprisingly well and there was absolutely no awkwardness between us. It was like all the drama from home was forgotten and never took place, but I did fear that It would come sooner or later.

”Chheeeeers.. To Sweden” I said
”Cheers” he smiled.


"God afternoon and welcome to Sony Productions” a smiling lady stood in front of us. She looked professional, not a person to mess with. ” Follow me, Bernad is inside here”

Benard? What kind of name is that? Harry whispered.

We both laughed hysterically but Stinson send us her bitchy book and we knew we had to shut up.We took the elevator to the 5th floor. The building was huge and newly renovated. Everything was just perfect. I was dying to see the shopping places here, I had already done my Google research back home.
"Welcome to my production company,my office, my second home”. A tall smiling man with beard and fully gelled hair smiled and greeted us. We shook hands and he welcomed to his ”office”.

”Hello Harry and Annabelle. It's a pleasure to meet you”

Was he kiding? It was a pleasure to meet him .This guy could totally save our future!

”I'm glad you agreed doing this. I hope everything will go as planned. Are you excited? he asked us.
” A lot” Harry said. He was good with people and always knew what to say and how to behave. I admired him for that, he exuded euthusiasim. I on the other hand was shyer in the beginning but would open up by time.

The guy started telling about his producers, workers, his music and everything about his life. I was tired already why did he have to talk this much? It felt like I was back in history class in elementary school. He suddenly stopped to ask if we were hungry.

“No, but it wouldn’t damage anyone if we went to the city tonight” Mr. Bolt said and laughed loudly with his deepest tone.
“Ha. You’ve always been so fresh Marc. It’s a deal”
Wow no one called Mr. Bolt Marc, except this dude apparently. And what did they mean by hitting the city already? It was only our first day in Sweden!
“It’s a deal. And guys, I’m sorry I couldn’t find you a hotel here in Stockholm. Everything is fully booked” he apologized as his assistant gave us water and fruit. We finally got to the long waiting theme – the song.

”It’s a true love song that many people can relate to. I would call it hidden love, maybe true love. I don't know, you guys decide what you think the theme is but I can't wait for you to see the lyrics and hear about the musiv viedeo. Unfortunately I can't show it today because I'm busy and I just have to clear few things by tomorrow. I'll see you guys tommorrow morning" he smiled while, I could totally feel his excitment!

Stockholm was filled with stores and blonde haired girls. I feared Harry would notice a beautiful one. I on the other hand had not spotted one cute guy but again, why would I look after guys when I had the most handsome Brit next to me?
We stopped by several stores due to shopping, I and Harry totally understood each other’s style and therefore we desperately wanted to shop but the teachers said no.

“We have to go now kids” they yelled as they waved from the bus stop.
“I guarantee you that we’ll be back we’re not done shopping “ Harry said emphatically as we stepped into the bus. 25 minutes later we arrived. The place was fine I guess, it was snowy but in was literally in the middle of nowhere in the mountations or so. Maybe I overreacted but on the other hand it was a beautiful place.


“This is your chalet. Here’s your key. We live few meters from you. If you need anything just give us a call. In worst case knock on our doors. I live in number 333 and Stinson in 335. You have our phone numbers, right?

”Sir yes sir” Harry replied. We unlocked the door and impatiently looked in all of the rooms. Wow. Amazing. It probably cost fortune. The kitchen was really big, there was a little sitting room with an open fire place. And the best of it all : Some stairs that lead to an outdoor Jacuzzi. Perfect! I had dreamt about a place like this my whole life!

“You’re sleeping on the couch right?” I asked Harry stubbornly without losing eye contact with him so he would buy my play.

I couldn’t conceive how the hell the teachers allowed us to sleep in a place with only ONE bed? - A king size bed luckily.

“Over my dead body. You can sleep outside” he answered teasingly.

"Harry?”

“What? I’ll find some candle lights it’s cosy sleeping outside in the wild nature. Nothing's wrong with that” he laughed.

“I’ll literally rip your balls out” I said and threw a shirt on him.

Auch.

He pushed me on the bed and hovered me. “You what? Do you dare repeating that?” he whispered seductively, and BUM, the doorbell rang.

“Lucky you, you got away from it this time. But only this time” he said and ran towards the frontdoor.

I just sat on the comfy bed and laughed to myself. Shoot, I totally felt butterflies in my stomachafter him hovering me. Woah.

But as far, as good..

Notes

SHIT I think this is the longest chapter i've ever written I've literally been on the laptop for 2 hours now. I'm totally exhausted. Anyway I hope you liked the chapter! I've had this idea in my mind for months I really wanted Harry and Ann to record a song together. I've found the perfect song to them, I can't wait to hear about your reactions :) I hope you like my idea i've been very nervous to reveal it..

Hint: The songs obviously play a big part in their staying in Sweden ;)
And I just love Justin Timberlake. Anyways have a great weekend lovely directioners xx

btw if this picture doesnt make u faint or fangirl or idk get butterflies in your stomach then i'll just like jump of a bridge I literally cant.........................................................