The Bucket List ( Harry Styles)

24.

~Perrie's POV~

It still hadn't sunk in that Margaret, Jesy's Grandma, had passed away. I would be all 'Yeah, everything will be okay.' then I'll think 'I'm neve going to see her again.' and then I'll think about how sad Jesy's going to be and how nice Margeret was and I'd start crying again.

I think I killed the mood in the car that drive back. I was sitting in the passenger seat, but half an hour in to the journey we stopped so Dimka could pee and when we got back in Dani and I swapped, since her and Indie weren't crying their eyes out.

I don't even know what's wrong with Eleanor, but I'm guessing it's to do with Louis.

I think they just had a fight. I don't think they broke up. But then again, couples like them are so perfect you can never imagine them breaking up, when they really do have their flaws. Just like the rest of us.

She stopped crying just after I did, and decided sleeping would be the better option.

She would twitch awkwardly or whisper to herself. I tuned out of it soon enough.

Indie and Danielle had played just about every single game you can play in a car with two people and were now quietly talking about their jobs and some tour someone's going on soon.

We were now back in London, but on the other side to where we all lived. Traffic was not moving, and even when it was it was for less than a meter at snails pace.

I decided it would take us at least another year to get home.

"Oh my God! I've had enough of this. We're going to go to Starbucks." She sighed and pulled off onto a road that had been next to us for the last fifteen minutes.

A few twists and turns later and we were at Starbucks.

Starbucks was a little busy so instead we went to a small cafe across the road.

I don't get how it still has business. Everyone would choose to go to Starbucks.

We walked in and took a table. Indie and Dani left me and El, after taking our orders.

She looked up at me, then pointedly looked at another table across from us.

A man dressed in dark jeans and a black jacket was sitting there drinking a coffee. I was about to look away when I noticed what was sitting next to him.

A giant, black camera.

Eleanor looked scared as she looked back at me. I'm positive my face would have mirrored hers.

I turned back around to look again just as he lifted his head from the table. I made eye contact with him.

He almost spat out his coffee.

Trying to subtly lift up his camera, he took a few pictures. Just for fun, I spun my head round and pulled a face for him. His camera clicked just in time to get it.

I stood up and held my hand out to El. She looked up, and slowly took it. I pulled her close behind me and quickly walked to the bathroom.

I don't care if he see's me. I look fine now. But El. Her eyes are re and puffy and her cheeks were all blotchy. She didn't have any makeup on, but under her eyes still had black circles under them.

He snapped a few more shots before we got to the bathroom. As soon as we got in El let out her breath.

"Thanks." She skilled weakly and pulled herself up onto the bench.

I pulled the sleeves of my shirt over my hands then looked back at her. "Niall told me once that I shouldn't walk away or hide from paparazzi's. One because they follow, and two it gives them an excuse to make up some story about you hiding something."