Chapter Three

Elle’s POV

Harry and I stood in the area just by the conveyor belt, at baggage claim. We were currently waiting for the few suitcases. I sighed, as Harry had on a beanie, and his Ray Bans. Not much of a disguise, but I knew my brother, he really never disguised himself.

I just prayed that no fan girl would notice us. I really, really wasn’t in the mood for any mobs. I truly just wanted to go and get meeting the boys over with. There was a bit of an awkward silence between Harry and me, as much as we both hated it. But, I had no idea how to make conversation, yet.

I saw one of my six suitcases start to come towards us. I leaned forward to grab it when it came by, but Harry lightly pushed me back to get it for me. C’mon, it wasn’t that heavy, I could have lifted it!

“Harry, I could have gotten it.” I said, with a small whine in my voice, as soon as he placed the suitcase down on the ground next to us.

“Yes, but you look so delicate.” He said, with a small smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes at my brother, just because I wasn’t as tall as him didn’t mean I couldn’t lift a damn suitcase!

“Only to you..” I muttered, as I crossed my arms over my chest staring at the beginning of the baggage claim conveyor belt.

“Fine then, you get them all.” Harry said stubbornly. I sighed, as he pouted and took a few steps back. I saw him take out his phone when I looked at him. He’s always on his phone, I wonder what he’s doing..

I saw two more of my suitcases come out, following eachother. I smiled as I grabbed the first one when it came by. Then, I stuggled to get the second one, because I was a tad bit to slow.

I sighed, as I collected the rest of my suitcases when they came out. I heard the family sound when I usually get a mention on Twitter. I dug into my pocket, and I found my precious iPhone. It was lit up on the home screen, as I frowned to see what I saw.

@EllaLikeWoah can’t seem to pick up her suitcases.. twitpic.com/am9zp0

Of course Harry had to tweet some picture of me, at the airport. Where we are now. I wasn’t even mad about the fact that I looked like an idiot struggling to pick up my luggage, but the fact is many people could figure out where we were now. Thanks to the genius behind me.

“Harry Styles w-“ I started but was cut off by the genius.

“Yes, Ella Styles?” Harry asked, then gave me a cheeky grin. I really wanted to slap him or something/

“You realize we are going to get mobbed now, or something?” I replied, with a small smirk as his face became a bit confused.

“What? Oh..” He replied, and looked down with his feet. Then, only seconds later he sprung, and grabbed two of my suitcases, leaving me with four. What a gentlemen.

“Uh, Haz?” I called, a confused expressing now was showing on my face as I wondered how the hell was I supposed to bring four suitcases to the car.

“C’mon Elle, don’t be slow!” Harry called, while running, and dragging two of my suitcases. He probably looked really strange to the other tourists in the NYC airport. I frowned and decided to attempt carrying the four suitcases.

I grabbed the handle of two of the suitcases, and then put the handle on my shoulder. It felt very, very painful, but I had to suck it up. Then I rolled the other two, on the ground, and ran after Harry holding in the pain I was feeling. Okay, sure, lots have felt worse, but my shoulders felt like they were going to fall off, or crumble.

I finally managed to catch up with Harry, as he was standing outside of the airport entrance. His phone was out, yet again, and he was typing, with my two suitcases next to him. I hope Twitter was not involved in this whole thing.

Hazza looked up, once he noticed my presence. I sighed, and raised an eyebrow at him, expecting an answer to what he was doing. He only laughed, and smiled at my expression. He could read exactly with what I was trying to say.

“Liam, the boys are almost here to come and get us. Paul hit traffic.” Harry explained, with a shrug.

“So, we’re just supposed to stand here, and wait?” I asked, making sure I understood the whole thing. It wasn’t anyone’s fault there was traffic, so I really didn’t mind. I also knew Paul was their head security, and the boys all loved him, apparently. Personally I saw his job as a babysitting job.

“Or.. We can do something..?” Harry said, slyly, meaning a prank. Oh joy, pranking unsuspecting people in the city! Note the sarcasm.

Sure, I loved the idea of pranking people, but right now? I knew the airport had cops around them, and the last thing we needed was to get caught.  But, I guess we could try. No harm in trying, right?

“Sure…” I said, glancing up to the lights above us. Even though we were outside, there was still lights because we were under the cover. I small smirk displayed itself on my face, as I wished the lights would just go off.

It would make things so much easier in this pranking thing, we wouldn’t get caught at all, and it would be highly entertaining to watch people freak out. I’m not usually this evil, but pranking, I guess, brought out the evil side in me. I thought it did for everyone.. Unless I’m just an evil person.

Bitches say shit, and they ain’t say nothing,

A hundred mother fuckers can tell me nothing,

Beez in the trap, beez, beez in the trap.

I heard from the curly haired boy next to me, otherwise known as my twin brother.

“Harry.. Why is that song your phone ringtone?” I asked carefully, nudging him in the side with my elbow.

“Erm.. So basically.. It’s my ringtone because I like it?” He said, questionably. I rolled my eyes at him, he was a strange, strange boy.

I stared up at the ceiling again, I only heard the noise of many beeping, and people walking around near us. I completely tuned out Harry and his phone conversation. Why couldn’t the lights just turn off?

Why?

It would make this whole thing much more interesting then it already was. I sighed, and frowned at one of the lights directly above me. As if it read my mind, it turned off. I blinked, and took a step back, confused.

Haz didn’t seem to notice, so I looked back up a the ceiling. The light was still off, and I was just shocked, this wasn’t possible. I blinked again, out of pure shock, hoping it would all go away.

And then, everything turned off.